[Wheeljack takes a moment to finish his bite, before setting the bowl on the counter. Leaning his hands back, he keeps looking up in thought, trying to find the best way to describe this to the Tapirmon.]

Ya know soldiers in the army, right? They operate under a Commander. Black Ops are a side team. They operate outside of that chain of command. Do their own thing. Basically, they take the jobs no one else in their right mind would.

[He falls silent after that, picking his bowl back up. You, however, picks up where he left off.]

He says he's a master in swords and grenades.