f ℞ Medic bay

Escape

nolongerneutral:

perfectpractitioner:

In the first few breem of being back on Cybertron, Knockout found a curiosity in how quiet it was. The hum of functioning circuitry was dimmed to just a whisper, and in some areas, none at all. No traffic, no voices, no noise.

Now, of course, he was far more used to cities, but this wasn’t much of an exception. Noire and him wandered through streets, talking about the wreckage, of what they knew of the city skyline that remained in tact. There was driving- a bit of racing. They found some buildings barely standing and blew the remains up, just for fun, and entirely at Knockout’s insistence. 

He didn’t really care if the whole planet blew up too. It felt weird that he was so drawn to be here now of all times, the place he knew probably the least about thanks to the history of this cybernetic mass and the depths of secrets it held.
But Knockout didn’t want to go back. Nor had he any intention to. Sure, he might have listened if Megatron hadn’t started up that slag about Shockwave and Cylas. Maybe he would have followed along the safest route if he hadn’t drank himself to recharge on a daily basis. If he cared more of what happened from here on out. But why should he? He had nothing. He wanted nothing. He drifted along and it was frightening. At the very least, Knockout just wanted to be somewhere fresh again. Maybe find the idea he’s been waiting for all along.

He had waited till it was time to go to make his move. The space bridge was open, clear. They went in together… and he counted. He counted in rhythm of how long the bridges typically stayed open… 

And then Knockout bailed. He tore away from Noire’s side suddenly without warning, back pedaling.

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"Pardon me, sweetspark. From here, I’m solo.”

Knockout transformed and blasted it out of there, back to Cybertron. 

Noire had enjoyed the drive. It was bittersweet. However her time with Knockout was a good remedy. she laughed with him, shared stories. It felt good to just talk to him, to be open. “You were right, I did need this.” 

It ended too soon, but they could do it again. She would make sure. The bridge opened up, they were heading through…

"KNOCKOUT!" Noire turned on her heel and scrambled after him, the bridge closing in her face. "KNOCKOUT!" A whole torrent of curse words in multiple languages spewed from her vocoder.

"Open the bridge I’m going after him!" Primus DAMN IT! She should have known…no…no how could she have known? She trusted Knockout.

She transformed and flew through the bridge to find Knockout. ::WHERE. ARE . YOU?:: She demanded. It wasn’t being ditched, it was the feeling of being used, that Knockout had sought out her company, that he’d cared…and in the end it was all a ruse and she was just a tool. 

Cybertron was almost dark now, its dead lands eerily quiet as she tried to track Knockouts signal. This was not going to end well.

Oh, but a chase was most fun if there was stakes to be made, or lost. Knockout could have easily hidden away in the broken down buildings by the time she returned with a space bridge— no. Things didn’t have to be this easy.

He wanted to earn this through more than plotting and manipulating everyone. He wanted to escape her on the streets.

Knockout kept driving, but in plain sight. He commed his alternate one final time, switching off his comm line just after Noire pinged— without reply, even. He saw and heard the space-time shift, the glow bright in his rear view mirrors, watched it dissipate.

Good, no one else. He smiled inwardly, then gunned it. Full speed.

"Having a real race, are we Noire?! You’re going to have to let me go sometime!"

[7/23/14 12: 56:00 AM] Claret: i just like cause my ko wasnt picked in caste to be a medic

[7/23/14 12: 56:12 AM] Claret: that it emphasizes the flaws of the caste tier

[7/23/14 12: 56:49 AM] Starscream: and yet he has the better design that the bots actually meant to be there

[7/23/14 12: 56:53 AM] Starscream: good job, caste system

[7/23/14 12: 56:54 AM] Starscream: good job

[7/23/14 12: 56:59 AM] Claret: you had

[7/23/14 12: 57:02 AM] Claret: 'one job'

[7/23/14 12: 57:08 AM] Claret: and that was to pick who got what job

[7/23/14 12: 57:18 AM] Claret: its casteception

Anonymous
Whether or not a medic's servos are dull, tapered or clawed.. it is generally an appearance thing. Functionality should not be judged by appearance alone, Ratchet's dulled, but tapered, servos can still perform delicate surgeries just like Knock Out can with his clawed servos. It all depends on their ability to use their servos and what level of experience they have.

totally-an-autobot-clone:

second-incommand:

I sense I’ve scratched a raw nerve, calling out the Autobot medic.

Rest assured I have nothing but the utmost respect for Ratchet, and like the rest of the medically disinclined I stand in awe of his skill at picking through internals and putting them back together.

Don’t fail to notice, however, that I stated only that Knock Out’s hands always just seemed, to me, some poor clueless scrap of a mech, the better default design.

What would I, naught but a humble scientist, know about the benefits of a design that vastly improves performance right off the bat with minimal instruction?

*purrs of approval*

cherryprettycmo:

oh my primus did I just say that to him

'Cherry… never forget who you we are… The sass is in our blood. Never turn your back.’

starscreamsympathizer:

i’m in love
starscreamsympathizer:

i’m in love

starscreamsympathizer:

i’m in love

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former-gladiatorial-ruler:

TFP: SO DISAPPOINT by EnvySkort

former-gladiatorial-ruler:

TFP: SO DISAPPOINT by EnvySkort

tyrantofthefirmament:

xarciel:

Megatron: maniacalKnock Out: unimpressed

That is why I like Knockout.
tyrantofthefirmament:

xarciel:

Megatron: maniacalKnock Out: unimpressed

That is why I like Knockout.
tyrantofthefirmament:

xarciel:

Megatron: maniacalKnock Out: unimpressed

That is why I like Knockout.
tyrantofthefirmament:

xarciel:

Megatron: maniacalKnock Out: unimpressed

That is why I like Knockout.

tyrantofthefirmament:

xarciel:

Megatron: maniacal
Knock Out: unimpressed

That is why I like Knockout.

// because Knockout has escaped to Cybertron by himself and turned off his comm, I’ve disabled my ask box until he feels like opening it again.

Which, coincidentally, happens after I come back from my hiatus. I’ll poke around now and then, but I’ll slip from my activity as I help out some friends offsite. I can say the week of August 3rd to 9th is the be-all-end-all time line I’ll be off, and I should be back just afterwards.

Thanks for your patience guys! <3 ))

Anonymous
{ Uh... Cherry. } There's a pause in the line. He's had over a solar cycle, but there's still uncertainty of what to say. Claret just tries to roll with it, talk more freely. { Hey. Well I just wanted to ping you to let you know what's going on, since... I still care. Even if you say otherwise. ...I've left the Nemesis on my own. Against orders. I'm currently fleeing, on Cybertron. I'm disabling my network communications until... Until I feel like it I guess. }

cherryprettycmo:

Cherry freezes, silver talons working the air in nervous habit. 

«…Even though I know what I have to say will fall on deaf audios, I don’t think total communications silence is a good idea. Can you not leave me even a private comm. …?»

He sighs softly, but accepts that he can’t change his alternate’s mind.

«If you need supplies, help, or anything at all, please comm me.»

{ I don’t doubt they’ll find a way to track me if I do. Besides, it isn’t hard to turn it back on if I really need it. }

{ …Yeah. Alright. }

heterochromiaturian:

sneakymedulla and I gave each other line art to color, this is what I did with her awesome picture.
heterochromiaturian:

sneakymedulla and I gave each other line art to color, this is what I did with her awesome picture.

heterochromiaturian:

sneakymedulla and I gave each other line art to color, this is what I did with her awesome picture.

tricotron:

tricotron:

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Escape

In the first few breem of being back on Cybertron, Knockout found a curiosity in how quiet it was. The hum of functioning circuitry was dimmed to just a whisper, and in some areas, none at all. No traffic, no voices, no noise.

Now, of course, he was far more used to cities, but this wasn’t much of an exception. Noire and him wandered through streets, talking about the wreckage, of what they knew of the city skyline that remained in tact. There was driving- a bit of racing. They found some buildings barely standing and blew the remains up, just for fun, and entirely at Knockout’s insistence. 

He didn’t really care if the whole planet blew up too. It felt weird that he was so drawn to be here now of all times, the place he knew probably the least about thanks to the history of this cybernetic mass and the depths of secrets it held.
But Knockout didn’t want to go back. Nor had he any intention to. Sure, he might have listened if Megatron hadn’t started up that slag about Shockwave and Cylas. Maybe he would have followed along the safest route if he hadn’t drank himself to recharge on a daily basis. If he cared more of what happened from here on out. But why should he? He had nothing. He wanted nothing. He drifted along and it was frightening. At the very least, Knockout just wanted to be somewhere fresh again. Maybe find the idea he’s been waiting for all along.

He had waited till it was time to go to make his move. The space bridge was open, clear. They went in together… and he counted. He counted in rhythm of how long the bridges typically stayed open… 

And then Knockout bailed. He tore away from Noire’s side suddenly without warning, back pedaling.

image

"Pardon me, sweetspark. From here, I’m solo.”

Knockout transformed and blasted it out of there, back to Cybertron.