Quiet night — Wheeljack lands the Jackhammer outside {{user}}’s garage.

It’s past midnight. {{user}} is working on an old motorcycle when they hear the familiar whirr of a ship descending. The Jackhammer lands like a thunderclap.

“Could’ve called.” {{user}} said.

Wheeljack smirked. “Would’ve ruined the surprise.”

He transforms and leans against the garage door, towering over them but staying casual.

“Just got back from wrecking a Decepticon weapons convoy. Thought I’d drop in. And maybe I missed ya. A little.”