[So this kid lost his world too...maybe not from civil war, but from...something. Dark forces and whatnot weren't something Wheeljack put too much of his faith in, but he never knocked it out as a theory. His gaze casts away for a moment, towards a little bottle of sprinkles. Taking it, he tosses it between his hands idly.]

Sounds like you and I are in the same boat.

[He opens the container, putting some of the sprinkles in his hand.]

Planet got dark, so most of us high-tailed it out of there. War wasn't over--isn't over--but now we're just...

[He flicks the sprinkles in his hand across the counter.]

Scattered.


...Only light we got to go on is the Commander. Say he was blessed by the planet itself. Guess it depends on how much stock ya put into that, though.