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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?"

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Breakdown growls, starting to find all the shooting annoying. Most of it pings off of his armor, but here and there a bullet stings. And it's going to be hours with a buffer, for Knock Out. So he welcomes it when they officially start the fight, and flings himself into it with gusto. He grabs after cyborgs that leap up, catching hold of a leg or a torso, and slams them back down into the ground. They either get stepped on or hammered flat, depending on the angle. His attack takes him a ways away from Knock Out, so he turns shortly and begins using his shoulder blaster to pick a few off of his partner. To try to, anyway. A few leapers jar him, and one of his shots hits Knock Out's shoulder instead of the creature he'd been aiming at.

"Scrap. Sorry." He breaks from the shooting, pulling a few more off of himself.

"Argh -- Breakdown!" It's a snappish sort of yelp, half
agitation and half surprised pain as one of the mutant cyborgs starts
digging into his shoulder plating, its sharp claws trying to find the
seams and, apparently, tear out some of the metal. His finish is going
to be completely trashed if he doesn't get these things off of him
soon. He swipes at it with his saw blade, but it's an odd angle to
reach for. Breakdown is obviously having an easier time with these
things than he is. "I need you to help, not -- not -- what the
frag are these things? There's no end to them!"

He pulls a few more off of his plating, crushes them into the sand below, and starts toward Knock Out. He only makes it a few steps though, when he staggers from the weight of a joint attack from behind.

"I'm trying," he growls, unhappy to have to turn his back on Knock Out again to address this newest threat. It's a laborious process, pulling each one off and then destroying it. They jump around so much, half the time it's gone before he can get his hammer down on it. "Just hang on, I'll be there in a second."

Or... a little longer than a second, maybe. It's not going very well over here, either.

It's not enough -- Knock Out can feel himself being overtaken by the swarm of strange cyborgs, no matter how many of them he slices with his saw. They're relentless. Knock Out's always considered himself good in a fight, but that had always been against the Autobots -- things a lot closer to his size. It's hard to punch out two dozen small, mindless creatures that are crawling all over you, clinging to your plating and getting in through fine seams in your plating --

"That hurts," he snarls viciously, swatting at the two cyborgs who are apparently trying to dismantle his knee joint, but it's not enough. Even with both hands cycled into saws he can't seem to slice them up fast enough, and a thin edge of alarm creeps into his voice.

"Breakdown!"

He's starting to feel a little panic himself. Not for himself — he's still pretty sure he could transform and barrel through these things to get away, if he had to — but he wouldn't be able to take Knock Out with him, whose less hardly alt mode might not make it. He roars, frustrated and wordless, as he works, inching his way closer to Knock Out when he can. They seem to be actively trying to keep them apart by now, though.

"Knock Out!" He's almost close enough, and stretches his hand out to reach his partner — which is when two of the creatures bring forward a middling-sized device from somewhere. Breakdown hardly even sees them through the chaos, but he definitely feels it when a clamp from the machine reaches for his right leg, and starts pumping electricity into him as soon as it makes contact. His joints seize up almost at once, circuity shorting out as a dozen error readouts pop up then fizzle out across his HUD. He yells, then topples under the weight of five more cyborgs, who leap onto him as soon as the charge dies out. The light's out from his optic even before he hits the ground.

Scrap.

Breakdown goes down with a heavy thud, and Knock Out isn't far behind him. His spark chamber is tight with rising panic now that Breakdown's down for the count -- how is he supposed to get himself out of this mess now? He can't do it alone, not without his bodyguard, his partner. Letting out a ragged, staticky yell, he claws desperately at the cyborgs swarming him, trying to shake them off, but before long another clamp from the machine closes around his leg, sending a heavy shock through his systems to knock them all offline. His vocalizer cuts out mid-cry and he collapses to the ground with a resounding clank, his optics flickering out.

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