Huh, never thought he’d agree with a ‘con—even a ‘con from some bizarre alternate reality. Wheeljack could wreck with the best of them, but, as Soundwave said, good weapons to wreck with are hard to come by. Swords were always a nice touch, but nothing beat a hearty, satisfying boom.
"You know, typical holier-than-thou blowhard logic. Percy was great, don’t get me wrong, but everyone else..? Eh, I don’t miss ‘em. Tried pushing me into fields of work that I had no interest in. Primus forbid if I said otherwise, because then I’d get the whole ‘wasting your potential’ speech. So I cut ‘em off; heard the Wreckers were recruiting and made a beeline out the door."
"Hn. Did they have any authority to do so?"
"I assume this departure was the catalyst of the rift in your relationship."
He couldn’t really relate. His position was never been something anyone had had the desire (or ability) to attempt to push him out of, now, and especially on prewar Cybertron.
"And why the Wreckers?"
"Technically? Yeah. See, back in the day you were expected to do what you were told.. with a smile," Wheeljack rolled a shoulder. Expecting the white mecha to conform to anything was generally folly and a bad idea to boot; hell if he actually listened even half the time.
"And why not? Go big or go home, and if I was going to go out and get my aft handed to me, might as well be with them, right? Perc told me to go for it—do what I thought was right, but I’m getting the sinking feeling nowadays that he didn’t really mean it."
If the entire fight was something to say about it, anyway.. definitely made some mistakes.