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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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"No," he says, not even thoughtfully, but like it's a matter of a simple answer that doesn't even warrant discussion. "The patch is fine. You done there yet?" He flexes his hand as he asks it, eager to have it back again. And already his frown is fading, the look of eager excitement coming back as he watches his brand new fingers work.
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"It's great," he protests, even as he goes through with it. "It feels perfect. Not even a screw untightened."
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He turns halfway away from the operating slab, as if to head for the door, but he pauses and looks at Breakdown, his grin broadening. "Now, I think we ought to do something about the finish..."
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"You think pounding the scrap outta TRIDENT counts as strenuous?" It's only mostly a joke; if he got the chance he'd take it. Even just the idea brightens his mood even more, and the glow in his remaining yellow optic is bright and excited. He glances around for something heavy, settles on the berth itself, and turns to reach and tilt it up with his new arm. It rises without a hitch, and the grin grows.
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"Have a little patience, Breakdown," he coaxes, smirking. "TRIDENT will get theirs in due time, I promise. Besides, we still need to wait for our little friend to get himself up to par...and by the time you're both ready, TRIDENT won't know what's hit them." He grins, showing teeth. He's planning on doing some damage of his own, of course, but it'll be a good deal more...up close and personal. He's certain he could do with removing a few non-essential parts from those filthy humans before he kills them would be in order -- an eye and an arm, perhaps.
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"Oh, they'll know. I'll make sure they know just who it was." He steps over to Knock Out, sets a hand at each side, and lifts him fully off the ground. It comes with a broad smile and a showy spin, only half to convince himself he can do it. The other half is definitely for his audience. So much for taking it easy with his new arm. "This whole planet'll know better than to mess with us!"
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"We will make them regret what they've done to you," he adds in a promisingly menacing tone, crossing over to a storage compartment in the medibay to retrieve his buffer. Breakdown can say what he wants about the finish, but Knock Out's not going to feel like his work is done until that arm shines. There's a glint in his optics, hard and intent. "Make no mistake, Breakdown...I've got more than a few ways in mind to make them suffer for it."
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"Yeah, I bet you do." Breakdown may leave greater swaths of destruction in his wake when he really gets going, but that doesn't mean Knock Out isn't just as devastating, if in a different way. It's one of the many things Breakdown appreciates about him. "I'll have front row seats to it."
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With the slightly guilty, uneasy look that flits across his face for just a moment, it's about as close to a sincere apology as Knock Out usually gets. With a look of absolute resolution, he picks up the cloth to dab away a few smears of energon he'd missed earlier before he fires up the buffer.
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"You couldn't have known, anyway," is what he eventually settles on. "The first thing they took offline was my comm link." He lifts his other arm, giving Knock Out's shoulder a nudge that's meant to be jovial, but comes out a little softer than that. "So don't worry about it."
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"Mmm," is all he says, rather noncommittally, as he runs the buffer over Breakdown's arm, falling silent for a moment as he just focuses on the task at hand. Then he smiles slightly, that hard edge still in his optics. "Well," he says lightly then, "it's in the past now anyway, isn't it? We'll just have to make sure we make up for lost time."
He thinks the lives of the TRIDENT scientists responsible for Breakdown's condition when they'd met up again should be a nice start.
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Maybe he didn't say it very well, but he can still prove it with actions. Those always came easier to him, anyway.
"Hey, after this — want to drive?" It's been a while since he could really go all out, without worrying that his makeshift spare would wobble off. Surfing down a few dunes sounds pretty good right about now.
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