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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)
I'm assuming KO doesn't have any kind of brand on him since he never wore a dcon one...?
u assume correctly (all the easier to switch sides with, y'know)
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After all, last he had seen the medic had been aboard the Nemesis; he had no reason to suspect Knock Out to have changed sides.
Dreadwing landed on the edge of the crater above where Knock Out was heading, looking down with a cursory gaze.
"Knock Out. Did you just arrive here?" Straight to business, as it were.
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But while he looks for anything vaguely useful or any remains of his missing friends, Grimlock does spy a mech not only in the crater, but doing something in it. He trudges over, getting a better view of this stranger.
“That's the shiniest bot I ever--”
And it smacks him what the bot's doing and Grimlock scowls at the obvious injustice. “Hey! You planning on sharing that, yeah?”
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