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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.
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Dreadwing doesn't look dead, though, and after a second Knock Out turns off his buzzsaws (when had those come out?) and straightens up.
"... Dreadwing?" he asks, still clearly surprised. "I, ah... never thought I'd see you again." His kind-of-semi-friend-maybe had asked a question, too, right? "And I've... been on Cybertron for several weeks now, actually. Never been here before, but it's good to see some signs of life, even..."
But Dreadwing had died before the resurrection of Cybertron, and Knock Out's gesture towards the Energon is aborted halfway through, confusion clear on his face.
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"It seems you have been teleported here, along with the rest of us. An alternate universe with its own Cybertron which seems to be gathering a population from across time and space."
It was possible Knock Out could have been on the planet for weeks, though in Dreadwing's experience the crater site was one of the first locations new arrivals visited. If Knock Out wasn't familiar with it, it was far more likely he had just been teleported.
"Why where you on Cybertron before that?"
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"Well... I don't suppose I've ever heard you lie before," he says, which is about as close as he's going to get to accepting that right off the bat. "It is a little far-fetched, but who am I to doubt you?" (He will doubt it a little anyhow, until he gets some kind of more deeply convincing information, but not out loud. If it's true, at least the 'across time' bit would explain Dreadwing's living presence.)
"As for Cybertron... why, I was doing my usual job, of course! Surveillance, doctoring, buffing my finish, all those sorts of things. They just happened to be on our old world, after it was finally revived by a newly-built Omega Lock..." He waves his hand, elegantly, completely skimming over all the joining-the-Autobots thing and Megatron's death, resurrection, and defection from his own cause, and all those other unimportant things. Surely Dreadwing wouldn't be the least bit interested in those!
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He did look a little unimpressed with Knock Out's explanation, which was probably the best reaction Knock Out could hope for since the other Decepticons had been more than happy to keep Dreadwing in the dark about future events.
"I assure you I found the idea as ridiculous as you do, but speak to anyone here and they will confirm it is the truth. Our forces here are scattered, but I would recommend you seek out Lord Megatron."