under the hood

[kaijugrrroupie]

Who: Newton Geiszler, Knock Out, Breakdown and later Ratchet
Where: A random abandoned warehouse, outside LA
When: After this correspondence.
What: Knock Out has resorted to asking Newt for help with his brain. He brings Breakdown along for protection. And then Ratchet shows up halfway through the surgery to tell Newt it's a bad idea.
Warnings: Brain surgery, medical procedures, robot gore and possible robot violence.


[Newt's standing in the middle of an empty warehouse, really trying to evaluate his life choices. Sure, he set up his clinic to help all manner of cybernetic and alien life forms, but he preferably would like it when it didn't possibly endanger his life at the same time. Which right now? He's not really sure isn't a thing that wont happen.

He checks his phone again, to see if Ratchet's replied--which he hasn't, great lot of help he is, and irritably taps out a 'if you haven't heard from me in the last twenty-four hours I'm probably dead' draft email to send out to people automatically if he doesn't check his phone in the next day.

Unfortunately for Newt, his curiosity about the Cybertronian biology and brain module far outweighs the risk and potential questionable morality of the situation since Knock Out is a Decepticon and everything. And he's never really been one for self preservation when the other option is aliens and discovery. So here he is, standing awkwardly with a med-kit he threw together last minute, hoping the the robots from outer space don't actually squish him or anything. That would be a dick move on their part.]

Comments

[buffedthat]

[ Oh, come on. Now an Autobot shows up? Breakdown started a little more than he'd like to admit (he'd been pretty focused on Knock Out and Newt's work, okay), but he wastes no time in rounding on Ratchet. Not that he takes a single step away from Newt, of course. He's definitely positioned in a really defensive, possessive loom over the human, actually. ]

Back off, Autobot. [ It's out in a growl, with a threatening heft of his hammer. ] We got a surgery in progress, and we don't need another opinion.

[ He flicks a glance down at Knock Out's body, though. He doesn't like having it between him and Ratchet -- too vulnerable. He'll have to adjust things a little. ]

[asafepairofhands]

No, you clearly do.

[Ratchet's voice is nothing short of caustic as his optics flick between Newt and the frankly huge Decepticon standing in front of them. He takes in the eyepatch and his own optics widen in recognition.]

I see Knock Out hasn't managed to get that optic fixed yet, paint me completely unsurprised. Newt, get your hands out of there. There's nothing more you can do here.

[Ratchet moves closer and draws a gun but he doesn't quite aim it at anyone yet, gaze intent on the disconcerting lack of space between Newt and Breakdown and calculation whirling in his head.]

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt doesn't really like how this situation is starting to unfold. Not especially since he's arguably the most likely to come out of a giant robot fight with injuries. He wants to do what Ratchet's saying and get out of the situation entirely, but when the imminent threat of crushing, agonising death is literally right ontop of him, he's not sure Ratchet's argument is entirely valid.

His hands do come out of the opened up skull though, but only so he can gesture with them, flicking bits of energon in all directions.]

You know what? No! I'm not gonna do that. Did you not notice the giant robot hammer ready to crack me open like a freaking pumpkin right here? Squishy is not a good look for me! And I kinda like living!