Design

Transformers G1 by Princess Artemis, 2006
For Themis

Wheeljack whistled a happy tune. It was going to work; he could feel it.

He worked in Perceptor's part of the lab -- he felt lucky in here.

*BOOM*

Luck. Right.

Wheeljack glanced around. Slag. Shrapnel neatly bisected white metal bearing a delicate black design, ancient design.

Perceptor stepped in, drawn by the sound. Wings cringed and fell; he saw it.

"Thee hast not done evil." Odd to hear Ancient Cybertronian.

"Sincerest apologies, friend, I know it to be precious to thee." Odd to speak it again.

"Do not worry, Wheeljack, I memorized it long ago." Modern now, subdued.

"Yeah." Slag.