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Who: Knock Out and Breakdown
Where: The Decepticon warship medibay
When: March 9th, eveningish
What: Knock Out finally attaches Breakdown's new arm.
Warnings: ROBOT SURGERY. it's probably gonna get a little gay
It had taken some time for him to gather all of the materials, but after a little careful theft of human technology and with Gemini's help -- and he'll acknowledge that, if a little begrudgingly -- Knock Out finally has all of the materials and the tools necessary to build Breakdown a proper new arm, one his partner deserves. It takes him the better part of a day to finish constructing it, and for once the Decepticon medic isn't out and about in the corridors of the warship or playing truant in the city. He's more or less shut himself up in the medibay, murmuring and humming lightly to himself as he labors over his worktable.
By Sunday evening, it's ready for implementation. Breakdown doesn't bother second-guessing Knock Out when he preps him for sedation, doesn't even look worried, and that confidence, that trust alone brightens Knock Out's spark. Breakdown has nothing to worry about, because they've done this many times before. This is far from the first time Knock Out has replaced a part of Breakdown, let alone one made by his own hand. Of course, Breakdown's never gone so long without proper treatment, and Knock Out's never had so little to work with...but it doesn't matter. This is familiar, by now.
The surgery takes some time, because Knock Out is thorough, if nothing else. He works diligently at seamlessly connecting cabling and articulators, carefully soldering plating, and by the time he's done, he has to stand back to admire his own work for a moment. There's a certain beauty in the symmetry he's managed to achieve -- oh, you can tell it's not Breakdown's original arm if you look closely enough, the materials aren't quite right...but there'll be no doubt about its functionality. Knock Out had even managed to match the paint fairly closely to the rest of Breakdown's plating, although it's a little off, more so for the fact that it desperately needs a good buff and wax. Even Knock Out knows there's no point in polishing before a surgery. He'll take care of that for Breakdown later.
When the sedative wears off and Breakdown comes to, Knock Out's at his side, carefully cleaning the last traces of energon from his hands with a cloth. His optics flick to Breakdown's face and he smiles, pleased.
"Ah, and the patient is awake," he says lightly, though he's watching Breakdown intently. "Try not to move too much just yet -- your welds are still fresh. How do you feel, hmm?"
Where: The Decepticon warship medibay
When: March 9th, eveningish
What: Knock Out finally attaches Breakdown's new arm.
Warnings: ROBOT SURGERY. it's probably gonna get a little gay
It had taken some time for him to gather all of the materials, but after a little careful theft of human technology and with Gemini's help -- and he'll acknowledge that, if a little begrudgingly -- Knock Out finally has all of the materials and the tools necessary to build Breakdown a proper new arm, one his partner deserves. It takes him the better part of a day to finish constructing it, and for once the Decepticon medic isn't out and about in the corridors of the warship or playing truant in the city. He's more or less shut himself up in the medibay, murmuring and humming lightly to himself as he labors over his worktable.
By Sunday evening, it's ready for implementation. Breakdown doesn't bother second-guessing Knock Out when he preps him for sedation, doesn't even look worried, and that confidence, that trust alone brightens Knock Out's spark. Breakdown has nothing to worry about, because they've done this many times before. This is far from the first time Knock Out has replaced a part of Breakdown, let alone one made by his own hand. Of course, Breakdown's never gone so long without proper treatment, and Knock Out's never had so little to work with...but it doesn't matter. This is familiar, by now.
The surgery takes some time, because Knock Out is thorough, if nothing else. He works diligently at seamlessly connecting cabling and articulators, carefully soldering plating, and by the time he's done, he has to stand back to admire his own work for a moment. There's a certain beauty in the symmetry he's managed to achieve -- oh, you can tell it's not Breakdown's original arm if you look closely enough, the materials aren't quite right...but there'll be no doubt about its functionality. Knock Out had even managed to match the paint fairly closely to the rest of Breakdown's plating, although it's a little off, more so for the fact that it desperately needs a good buff and wax. Even Knock Out knows there's no point in polishing before a surgery. He'll take care of that for Breakdown later.
When the sedative wears off and Breakdown comes to, Knock Out's at his side, carefully cleaning the last traces of energon from his hands with a cloth. His optics flick to Breakdown's face and he smiles, pleased.
"Ah, and the patient is awake," he says lightly, though he's watching Breakdown intently. "Try not to move too much just yet -- your welds are still fresh. How do you feel, hmm?"
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