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/The bruiser didn't have to look behind him to figure out that the one-eyed freak was following him. He could hear the slow, heavier steps behind him. He felt like his spark shrunk down inside his sparkchamber while all the stories he heard during the war about Shockwave started coming back one by one. Everyone knew the stories!/

/Desperately he started looking around for a distraction, a way to escape. Just now he noticed that the drone he talked with earlier stayed behind, most likely petrified by Shockwave's appearance. Not that he could blame him./

/A small clinking noise catches his attention, forcing him to slow down look at his hands./

Ah, gorramit.

/The datapads he carried cracked under the pressure of his fingers./

-Shockwave had still been staring at the ground until feeling a sudden impact against his chestplate. He slowly lifted his optic up at hearing a voice snapping at him. Shockwave’s optic dilated and flicked around as he stared silently at the other mech. Bido, who was resting in the spacious compartment of his chest, gave a concerned beep to Shockwave.-

-His helm finial flicked back in curiosity as he observed the mech’s reaction to him. He nearly lifted a servo up, but oddly enough, Breakdown turned and walked away. Suddenly.-

-Shockwave was not a loud and very vocal mech. He considered the situation for a few seconds before moving forward. Step after step, he followed behind Breakdown. He passed several more Vehicons. Shockwave was intrigued by the concerned stares they flashed to Breakdown, but none said anything as Breakdown passed and Shockwave followed.-

#allseeingoptic

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/It was a busy day, more than usual and honestly Breakdown hated those kinds of days. He had his hands full since they got some another malfunction in the lower decks and couldn't figure out the cause. They repaired the ship not so long ago! And yet there were reports of power shortages here and there. Accompanied by one of the drones the bruiser flipped through few reports on the datapad./

We got 'em parts so why th' boys just can't fix it?

/He barked mildly annoyed but the vehicon didn't seem to mind. And they couldn't find neither Skyquake or Dreadwing to ask for their opinion on the matter. On top of that Knock Out didn't return from his little excursion too! Breakdown growled again passing one of the datapads to the vehicon and reading the next reports./

/The malfunction wasn't fatal, most of the readings seemed normal, same for the engines temperatures. It must've been a glitch somewhere in the mainframe causing issues with the proper power distribution on lower levels. But checking up everything would take hours.This just wasn't Breakdown's day./

Least it ain't th' pumps, without the coolin' runnin' we could be all sittin' on top of a gorram 'eater waitin' for ex-

/The Wrecker stopped mid-sentence when he felt bumping against something. Without thinking twice he snapped at the mech, irritated by instantly losing his train of thought./

WATCH WHERE YER GO-

/With optic wide he stared at Shockwave, giant glowing eye staring back at him unmoved. He knew Shockwave was on-board, but he did everything he could to avoid him. Unable to produce any sound, let alone a greeting, he instinctively turned around on his heel and quickly went the opposite direction as if their meeting never had place./

-Shockwave was not often a very active mech. He usually stayed inside his lab lab on the Nemesis; never made any disturbances. So, the fact that he was currently out of his lab and walking through the halls of the Nemesis was…odd.-

-He walked in the repetitive and slow pace that his large, bulky frame could manage. He did not pay any attention to the countless Vehicons that froze when he was merely feet away. They glanced to one another, looking to each other with silent questions. A few even took steps back away from Shockwave.-

-After he rounded a corner, he paused mid-footstep. His optic dimmed and brightened several times as he stared silently at the ground.-

#allseeingoptic

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/Looking into his rear window he noticed the incoming overgrown bug, who with no doubt was after him./

Huh. Wanna play, eh?

/Breakdown revs his engine as a form of amused snort./

Sorry 'Ardshell, yer on my territory!

/The strong tropical wind was slowing down the Insecticon. Flying probably took a lot more effort than driving against it and Breakdown had no intentions of making it easier for the competition. He speeds up and makes a sharp turn, drawing a full circle in the sand and throwing a large cloud of dust into the air - right onto incoming Hardshell./

/After making few circles he revs his engine again, trying to regain the control and break out of the momentum. His rear side pulls him back a bit before he breaks forth and drives in a straight line again, kicking even more sand in the air as it hits his grill on the front. This was really fun./

The Scenic Route

Move, slaggit! Move!

-Knock Out shouts at his wheels, rotating them at full horsepower. For all his effort he barely moves forward a considerable distance - if anything he’s making backward progress, insttead. Noticing this, he tries going in reverse - a little better, but again - the displacement is negligible.

Oh for fu-?

-Oh? Oh! Just as he was about to give up, slowing down gives him the traction necessary to roll forward an impressive yard forward.

That’s more like it!

-Always the quick learner, Knock Out pushes his way across the sand slowly but steadily, in a a side-winding dance of sorts.

#prepareforsurgery #titanicdrone #alpha instecticon #hawaii shenanigans #((i hope it all makes fucking sense))

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sand

#views

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/With a pout he moves Knock Out away, starting at him for a long moment as if making sure that things were alright./

.... Nah, t'was nuthin'.

/He finally looks down at his partner's handiwork. The armour was mostly replaced and the lack of it was covered with a temporary tarp, of course in matching colours./

'Ow do ya do that? Ya dye 'em or what? Or just 'ave a collection of parts in matchin' colours?

Rustlemyjimmies-ania

…

-He simply stares at his suddenly responsive assistant. Then, playfully, flashes a headlight at his face.

Had to make sure.

-He smirks, scribbling one last thing on his datapad before putting it away. Normally he wouldn’t care too much about Breakdown’s dreams, but the brief look if embarrassment on the other mech piqued his interest. He drew himself near.

… dream, huh?

-He asked, innocently enough.

#prepareforsurgery

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/The bruiser snorts amused after Knock Out gave out the signal and automatically got stuck in the sand. Breakdown himself kicks a fair share of dust into the air but a moment later he bounces off the ground and jumps forward, storming through the sand and leaving a visible trail of his tires behind him./

/It wasn't hard to take the lead in this race, so on purpose he slows down a bit to not lose the others out of his sight. He could see Fearstorm slowly trudging through the sand and his partner was somewhere completely in the back./

/The sudden Insecticon cry out of nowhere startles him. He takes a sharp turn and makes a circle stopping with the hood facing the other racers. Was that Hardshell?/

The Scenic Route

Hmmmmm I suppose~

-He shifts his wheels, trying to get his tires to grip the slippery sand underneath. No such luck - his thin, hard, flat treads just weren’t designed for this particular surface. He adjusts his side mirrors, to see how the competition might fare (and in particular, admire Breakdown’s specialised tires). He straightens his alignment as soon as all the mechs that might join them have gathered.

I mean, I could use a break from the med-bay. So … deal’s on-

-With that he gives a long honk and accelerates, starting the race off with a dramatic …. shower of sand, billowing to either side. Did he just move slightly backwards?

Ah, scrap-!

#hawaii shenanigans

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/At first he obviously didn't respond, Knock Out knowing how deep the lug could fall asleep, but few seconds later he sits up abruptly taking a swing in the air with his other hand as if punching someone. If the medic stood on the other side of the bed he would surely take a hit for the team./

H-huh...?

/Breakdown looks around confused. Something was off, but only for a moment. He finally takes the notice of Knock Out's presence and takes a good long look at him, before venting deeply relieved./

T'was just a dream...

/He runs his hands down his face slightly embarrassed, they didn't have dreams often. Or something that resembled them./

Rustlemyjimmies-ania

Punch me all you want, but only after I’ve fixed your arm~

-With Breakdown finally offline, Knock Out readjusts the mech’s arm on the berth slab and sets to work reconstructing his armor supports. It would be a few grueling cycles, but …

—-

…

…

… that should do it.

-With a final murmur he heaves himself off the side of the berth on which he had been supporting him. It was a tedious fix, and he could only stand hunched over for so long … Binding a temporary tarp and mesh over the remaining components still exposed on Breakdown’s arm, he makes sure everything is secure before deciding the job was done for the day.

Rise and shine - don’t make me flash you …

-He enters an instruction into the datapad hooked up to his assistant and gives Breakdown’s chest a quick knock, waiting for the command to override the effects of the anesthesia.

#prepareforsurgery

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Hmpf.

/He had few ideas for clever retaliation or how to annoy the medic, but honestly he didn't feel like it (at least today)./

Well too bad, ya dun' get t'choose.

/Huffs playfully and pulls his partner closer into a warm hug./

Means I can make more of ‘em?

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((Tragic story of teenage Breakdown))

Imagine your favorite robot transforming out of their new alt-mode, only to realize that, thanks to modifications, they can no longer see their feet.

#OOC

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Means I can make more of 'em?

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i touch ur butt, so nice

…

'Ow 'bout I 'touch' ya with my 'ammer.

An’ by ‘touch' I mean smear yer puny guts on th' floor.

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i touch ur butt, so nice

…

'Ow 'bout I 'touch' ya with my 'ammer.

An’ by ‘touch' I mean smear yer puny guts on th' floor.

#asks #Keep yer organic 'ands to yerself

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Adam does an interesting thing, if you watch the episodes in order, you’ll notice he has to touch something in every scene, practically. He really created this thing for Jayne where he’s got to put his hands in things and you’ll notice in this scene he had, of course, to touch the cake.

Tim Minear: DVD commentary on Out of Gas

#Breakdown's spirit animal

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Hey what do you think about KO flirting with Smokescreen?

Doc found somethin’ to keep ‘imself busy, less problems on my ‘ead.

#prepareforsurgery #38 screen #Do ya kno' 'ow annoyin' it is when 'e gets really bored #Can't get much sleep with 'im around

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anonymous ([email protected]) submitted

Well frag me... free cake!

Well, Knock Out can be sweet, but bet ain't as sweet as this cake.

Thanks anonguy!

#Will be keepin' this cake #I ain't fond of cherries ya kno' #If ya kno' what I mean #Breakdown and his weakness for sweets #submission #nsfw

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I'm gonnnnnnn punch yer face....

/The Wrecker grunts faintly trying his best to not fall asleep, however even the urge slap the medic couldn't fight off the dose of anesthesia big enough to knock Megatron out./

/Letting out a deep vent he finally drifts off, his body relaxing on the slab on his other hand slipping down the edge of the berth./

Rustlemyjimmies-ania

Don’t I know it.

-He gives his partner a wink and preens shamelessly, cleaning a sharp-looking surgical tool in the meantime as he waits for the anesthetic to take effect. It doesn’t take too long and, somewhere in between Breakdown’s outburst and sudden collapse back onto the berth, the medic steps forward, to make sure the patient was well-adjusted on his support.

Shh … And don’t talk so dirty-

-He grins, catching the faint, irritated glow of yellow optics from beneath the other’s fingers. How naive of Breakdown - that gesture only made him all the more ‘inviting’, if anything

-this needs to be a sterile procedure, you know~

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A-aight. I won't break- it?!

/The file pop-ups out of nowhere and plays immediately. He opens his mouth to say something but no sound came out. A moment later his partner's words snap him out of the confusion and he stares at him both embarrassed and irritated./

Y-ya lil-!! Ya were stalkin' us?! So that's why yer so giddy 'appy! Ya got yerself a free show!

/He shifts briskly in his seat, waving his other hand around in the undefined motion. He wasn't really sure if he wanted to punch Knock Out or not. Well instinct told him that he should and he would, if it wasn't for the injected medicine.Sudden dizziness made him slump back on his seat. With a displeased groan he runs his other hand across his face. That 'additional' response made it more embarrassing that it actually was./

Tch-! 他媽的渾蛋...

Rustlemyjimmies-ania

-He still appears to be slightly dazed as Breakdown’s words roll over him.  What … oh. Yes, right, about that …

No - not 'completely', that is …. I’m going to replace some of it, but everything else I’m going to withhold until I can repair the holding structures that go between them and the rest of your arm. You’ll get another patch to cover what’s exposed and this time I expect you to take better care of it. Capisce, mio caro bruto?

-With a purr, Knock Out takes Breakdown’s arm and without warning, sends over a short clip of the earlier match with Skyquake - where the flier had pinned the struggling grounder beneath him. And because it was from the medic’s own perspective … it was obviously laced with some of the doctor’s own ‘personal’ response to the sight.

… oh look, you didn’t even feel that~

-He smirks after a nano-sec, pulling away the rather long syringe that had only moments ago plunged into Breakdown’s fuel lines.

#prepareforsurgery