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robothell2015-05-08 09:37 pm
flashyfinish) wrote in robothell2015-05-08 09:37 pm
[open] Hᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ
Who: Knock Out and you!
Where: The crater, then wandering through the city
When: Now I guess?
What: introooo pooooost
Warnings: this post contains a robot at least 25% prettier than your robot
A.
Knock Out feels like he has awoken from a long, long period of stasis when his eyes come on, staring up into a sky filled with stars.
This... was not where he had last been.
Slowly sitting up, he looks around, at a part of Cybertron unfamiliar to his eye; no surprise there, when he spent so very many hours acting as medic to the still-suspicious Autobots, but he has to wonder who decided it was a good idea to prank the only Medic on Cybertron.
"It had to be Smokescreen," he mumbles to himself, and opens up his communications. "This is Knock Out, requesting a groundbridge back to base," he relays, climbing to his feet and dusting away the bits of rust and metal clinging to his finish. Ugh, had something on his back gotten scratched? He'd need to find someone to buff that out when he returned. "Now would be good."
No reply, and no bridge.
"Hello? Are you people ignoring me? Smokescreen, I swear the next time you come in, I'm going to key your doors for this."
Nothing.
"Primus damn them all," Knock Out grumbles beneath his breath, and glances around, looking more closely for some kind of landmark, or perhaps something on the horizon, or-- a crater filled with raw energon? Well, there's a bounty, and while he should probably make his way back to the Autobots... he instead begins picking his way down to it, still unaware that this world isn't his world, and that there's every chance in the world that someone might spot him and begin to hassle him.
B.
Having been informed of his dimensional displacement, Knock Out is not terribly pleased. He's alone on a Cybertron from another dimension, filled with robots he doesn't know, has no authority over, and might well get shot at by, and his favorite toy had last been in Smokescreen's reckless hands, leaving him with no defense but his buzzsaws and drill and speed; not the most robust arsenal, to be sure.
Still, at least he's not being chased down by a hoard of energon-sucking zombies or reanimated Predacons or Literally Unicron, making this not the worst situation he's ever been in. Number four or five, really.
Grumbling to himself, he keeps an eye on the sky and the other on the half-broken city around him, not realizing that he's being drawn to the center of the city as he walks.
Where: The crater, then wandering through the city
When: Now I guess?
What: introooo pooooost
Warnings: this post contains a robot at least 25% prettier than your robot
A.
Knock Out feels like he has awoken from a long, long period of stasis when his eyes come on, staring up into a sky filled with stars.
This... was not where he had last been.
Slowly sitting up, he looks around, at a part of Cybertron unfamiliar to his eye; no surprise there, when he spent so very many hours acting as medic to the still-suspicious Autobots, but he has to wonder who decided it was a good idea to prank the only Medic on Cybertron.
"It had to be Smokescreen," he mumbles to himself, and opens up his communications. "This is Knock Out, requesting a groundbridge back to base," he relays, climbing to his feet and dusting away the bits of rust and metal clinging to his finish. Ugh, had something on his back gotten scratched? He'd need to find someone to buff that out when he returned. "Now would be good."
No reply, and no bridge.
"Hello? Are you people ignoring me? Smokescreen, I swear the next time you come in, I'm going to key your doors for this."
Nothing.
"Primus damn them all," Knock Out grumbles beneath his breath, and glances around, looking more closely for some kind of landmark, or perhaps something on the horizon, or-- a crater filled with raw energon? Well, there's a bounty, and while he should probably make his way back to the Autobots... he instead begins picking his way down to it, still unaware that this world isn't his world, and that there's every chance in the world that someone might spot him and begin to hassle him.
B.
Having been informed of his dimensional displacement, Knock Out is not terribly pleased. He's alone on a Cybertron from another dimension, filled with robots he doesn't know, has no authority over, and might well get shot at by, and his favorite toy had last been in Smokescreen's reckless hands, leaving him with no defense but his buzzsaws and drill and speed; not the most robust arsenal, to be sure.
Still, at least he's not being chased down by a hoard of energon-sucking zombies or reanimated Predacons or Literally Unicron, making this not the worst situation he's ever been in. Number four or five, really.
Grumbling to himself, he keeps an eye on the sky and the other on the half-broken city around him, not realizing that he's being drawn to the center of the city as he walks.
B, BABY
Starscream's just killing time flying around, as is his habit lately with things terribly dull as they are, when from he spots a familiar, obnoxiously bright-red finish that he hasn't seen in quite some time.
In fact the last time he did see that finish, its owner was stabbing him in the back by knocking him out cold with a metal stick.
The seeker isn't really sure what he's going to do, as he goes in for a landing. Honestly, maiming him a bit would be a welcome, cathartic spot of action, and he's pretty confident that he can take Knock Out in a fight with ease (now that he's not being caught off guard, anyway). But even after he dives in and lands with a thud across from his former comrade, Starscream still can't really settle on how he wants this interaction to go.
"Well here's a face I haven't seen in quite some time," he growls finally, prowling threateningly in a half circle as he eyes Knock Out up.
8)
Knock Out spends a second not sure how to respond, either; he could treat Starscream like the enemy he theoretically is, since the medic changed sides to join the Autobots and Starscream took off to do... whatever it was he wanted to do after Megatron had renounced his goals of domination. This is a bad choice, because Starscream clearly still has his ranged weapons and flight, and Knock Out has nothing to touch up his paintjob if it gets scratched in a scuffle. The other choice is distasteful, but...
"Starscream!" he greets, with a welcoming smile, arms spread and hands open in friendly greeting. "I have to tell you, it's good to see a friend! I was worried there wouldn't be anything familiar here, and I'd be at the mercy of whatever 'bot happened across me-- but here you are! Ah, what a relief it is, to have someone so, hmm, dependable and skilled here." Was that laying it on too thick? That might have been laying it on too thick. Hmm. "Wherever here is. I've been told we're no longer on the Cybertron we knew?" he prompts, and hopes really hard that Starscream isn't about to shoot him.
I'm assuming KO doesn't have any kind of brand on him since he never wore a dcon one...?
Either way he doesn't seem to be too impressed by KO's suck-up act, and pauses in his creeping about to cock his head and stand with one hand on his hip. "Indeed. An alternate Cybertron, and one long dead from what we can gather. It's ironic, isn't it...? That we would both come from a world that finally saw our Cybertron restored, only to be torn from it and thrown here."
u assume correctly (all the easier to switch sides with, y'know)
Knock Out had better keep selling while the selling's good.
"Cybertron? Restored? I had no idea," he lies, with only a moment's hesitation (easily taken for confusion.) "By Primus, how long was I in stasis? Last I knew, the new Omega Lock wasn't even close to being completed..." And Starscream was in good graces, Dreadwing dead, and they were on the same side. Yes, that would be a good place in time to claim as his own until he has someone at his back, or until Starscream trusts him and isn't of a mind to shoot him. "Did we finally win? I know Lord Megatron was looking forward to claiming Cybertron once more."
(Oh, he hopes Starscream buys this.)
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On the other hand, Knock Out has yet to give him any reason to doubt his claim, either. Which is a pity, Starscream thinks, because he is not the merciful type, and he has taken the medic's defection very, very personally.
He relaxes, for now. If Knock Out is telling the truth it would be a shame to waste a potential ally so soon, and if he isn't, well... it'll be far easier to catch him stasis napping if he is under the impression that Starscream trusts him.
"Hmm. Well the answer to that is a complicated and... rather tragic story. Perhaps it would be better told after Megatron has been made aware of your presence here. He will be thrilled to have a medic around, I'm certain."
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"Ah, he's here? Excellent! Well, maybe excellent." He frowns a little bit, and leans closer to Starscream, whispering behind his hand, "Has he gotten one of those insane projects in his head? Anything to do with Dark Energon, or Airachnid, or cloning Predacons? Because that might be somewhat less than excellent, though I trust you won't tell him that. It's really irritating when he ignores my medical advice in favor of rolling around in the blood of Unicron like it's an oil bath..."
Starscream is definitely going to tell Megatron that, Knock Out assumes, because he has met Starscream.
Straightening up, he gets back to smiling. "But if he's here and not in the midst of one of his worse ideas, then I'm glad to hear he's around!"
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Starscream's lip curls a little bit, just slightly, as he's apparently unamused by Knock Out's cavalier, less than respectful talk about their leader. He has a reputation he's trying to keep up here buddy, he can't just go around laughing at various slander about the guy he's trying to stay in good graces with!
"I'm happy to say he isn't," he says with forced cheeriness. Then he frowns, lifts a talon to scratch at one of the vents on the side of his face. "At least... as far as I know, he isn't." What a troubling thought. "I don't think you have any room to talk though, Knock Out. You've come up with far worse ideas yourself," he says with a knowing smirk.
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Knock Out offers a smile with the little jab at Starscream's off-and-on position at Megatron's side, but it doesn't make it any less of a jab.
"In any case, I'm very eager to hear the tale of Cybertron's resurrection! If you'll lead the way to our new base..."