We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
The corridors had few in them as Starscream walked down them. Megatron was not happy and everyone was keeping out of the way it seemed. Starscream walked the corridors to the open air. His wings had been fixed thanks to Knockout and Starscream wanted to fly. He needed to with all the trouble going on and the damage done to him by Megatron. He wanted to clear his processor.
Starscream’s idea was to get away and maybe figure how to use all the trouble to his advantage just as he always liked to do. Take the trouble, the bad and turn it to his advantage.
The Seeker was sure to not show his worry and discomfort in his frame or EMF as he walked down the hall. That would never do. Starscream looked like nothing was wrong and acted that way too. In fact one might never know anything had been wrong but for the wings and shoulder with the new welding. It was clear it was almost fixed all the way and would hold up to anything the Seeker wanted to do, like flying, but still the evidence was there that trouble was around.
One day, Knock Out swore to himself for at least the fifth time, I am going to make Breakdown ORGANIZE this mess.
Granted, organization was not particularly Breakdown's forte, but just about anything would have been better than the "shove everything willy-nilly on shelves and hope nothing falls off" method that was the current system. The crew had, with no medic, fumbled and rummaged it into the sad state it was currently in, where a medic couldn't find a circuit stabilizer to save his SPARK.
Wait, there! "Mmmyes," Knock Out muttered to himself as he crouched down. "On the floor. What a perfectly LOGICAL place.... And the R9 actuators, too! Brilliant...."
A moment later, Knock Out left storage, his hands full of boxes and not particularly looking where he was going. The pointed tack! of Seeker feet on decking warned him just in time, though, and the medic turned his slight bobble of the boxes in his hands into a bow.
Starscream was far too busy thinking of all the places he wanted to see from the air and as such not thinking much about who was around. It was a bad habit to make. Even more so being a Decepticon and being around Decepticons. Everyone seemed to backstab everyone else. There was no one to trust.
However as Starscream was walking and not noting he came upon Knockout. Starscream had wanted to get outside without being seen and fly was not to be. But at least if he was seen it was by the one who had fixed him. Not like Knockout could get more information and see the damage anymore than before.
“Knockout.”And then Starscream noted all the boxes in Knockout’s servo that seemed to block his view. What was he doing? And why did he look so mad? “Knockout what are doing? Why do you have boxes like some moving human?” Was Breakdown on a mission? Or was the medic fixing the front liner. This somehow seemed very out of place that Knockout was holding so many boxes.
Last Edit: Feb 26, 2012 2:34:27 GMT -5 by starscream
Knock Out looked at the boxes in his arms, then back at the seeker. A moving human? What did boxes have to do with mobility? He decided he didn't care.
"I was merely looking for something in the storage closet, Commander, and found more than I'd expected." He shrugged gracefully. "We haven't had time to truly organize the medical supplies, and I swear that the rank and file are still rifling through it when we're not looking." Knock Out frowned slightly, the sudden idea not all that unlikely. The crew was used to treating their own wounds, after all, and perhaps was continuing to do so, filching supplies as needed.
Hmm, Knock Out thought, what to do. If he kept a tighter grip on the supplies, he'd have to deal with the influx of patients for minor injuries. Perhaps he could simply have his own stocks in medbay....
Knock Out bowed again. "Nothing to concern yourself with, Commander." His optics were drawn to the fresh welds he'd finished not a cycle ago. Given the source of the injuries, Knock Out imagined that their oh-so-high-strung Commander wouldn't enjoy being reminded of them, but better to ask than to pass up a chance for follow-up. "I trust you are...well? Is there is anything I can do...."
The boxes had the medical supplies. Starscream looked closer at the boxes and back to Knockout. What a strange place for them. Well whatever he had other things on his processor. Still they did seem a way off from where they should be. Maybe later he would look more into what was going on. Starscream only look at Knockout and raised an optic-brow for now.
At Knockouts question Starscream’s wings jerked back and down as if to hid the damage. But then they slowly went back to the normal rest position. “No, I was just going out for a flight. If there is any trouble I will be sure to come find you.” The wings shifted. Knockout had done an amazing job of fixing the wings and shoulder. And fast as well. But he did get lots of practice now with Megatron back and suffering more and more from space madness among other trouble.
And thinking on Megatron. “How did our Lord Megatron do? Did the Dark Energon give him any help repairing all that damage?” Starscream had not only heard but half seen all the gashes, scrapes, dents, and multiple other issues. It would be a hard time for Megatron with all the damage and messed up parts. Maybe the right time for a new leader? Starscream’s wings almost danced with the thought.
Knock Out set the boxes down, stacking them carefully not because they were particularly precious but because it gave him time to think.
The blessing and the curse of medics was that they knew everyone's weaknesses. Unless a mech avoided medbay, medical-grade scanners meant Knock Out knew the placement of every weld, every hairline fracture, every weak linkage, every slightly deformed rotor. He could read the story of the encounters themselves in the pattern of damage: that a mech was being attacked instead of "falling" or that a particular strike had come from the left or right or slightly above. He could tell who had torqued off Airachnid by the nanoscale marring of their finish from tearing her webbing off and who had run afoul of one of the officers by the seeker-standard depth and width of scratches or the combat-grade-fist-size of dents.
Confidential medical information, the Academy had called it. INTEL, Knock Out called it. Leveraging such knowledge required the utmost tact (mechs, after all, did not take kindly to their weaknesses being spread around), but the sheer information was always a boon. If and when and to whom to trade it to, of course, was always a matter of extreme importance.
Starscream was the highest-placed officer Knock Out had networked himself with. The seeker made no secret of his desire to rule the Decepticons, and from what Knock Out had determined, Starscream wouldn't be half bad at it. Aiding Starscream's bid to fully deactivate Megatron during his stasis had offered great advantages in exchange for minimal risk.
The gameboard now, however, had completely changed. Megatron was alive, awake, aware, and more dangerous than ever, given what Knock Out had seen while fixing him. Normally this would have left Knock Out distancing himself from the scheming SIC, not wanting to lose any of the favor he might have gained from his rash actions in Pripyat. However...Megatron was not entirely his usual self, now was he? The strained bond was causing instability that nothing but, perhaps, a certain interrogator's return would ease. But to relay information on such a weakness to Megatron's treacherous SIC could set in motion events that Knock Out could not fully control and was perhaps not prepared for. Especially since Starscream had been known to throw any and all co-conspirators behind him if he felt it necessary as he fled Megatron's wrath.
Such a great secret to fall into Knock Out's claws. So great that simply possessing it could get him offlined. Trading it required...thought. Planning. And greatest care.
All of these things flashed through Knock Out's processor in a flash, between leaning down to set down the boxes and straightening. He flicked optics left-right-up in a show of justified caution. There were even odds that Soundwave, of course, would hear anything said in common areas, but that didn't mean Knock Out had to make it easy for him. Besides. Let Starscream think that he was worried about discussing anything further in public.
"Lord Megatron's recovery has been progressing nicely, yes. I, of course, haven't made any direct comparisons, and he has always been...hardy, so I cannot make any conclusions about the dark energon as of yet." The last thing that he wanted to do was encourage that slag's usage among the Decepticon high command. It was already way, way too common for Knock Out's tastes. He wished he could disparage it more in Starscream's eyes without making it sound like he was judging Megatron in Soundwave's. Perhaps some other time...in a less easily-eavesdropped-upon place....
At first Starscream was surprised at Knockout’s looking to check who was around. After all everyone knew Soundwave was everywhere. Checking would not help but on hearing Knockout’s words Starscream knew Knockout to be trying to be careful without the full check. Smart as always.
That was one part that made dealing with the medic so fun, he was clever and had the processor to figure and play the game of life. So many Decepticons now were only reactions and no processor. For a game to be fun there was a need of danger and other players, more than Megatron at least and his shadow Soundwave.
Hearing Knockout’s report on Megatron’s recovery Starscream had to work to keep the disappointment from his wings and EMF. “All thanks to such a skilled medic I am sure.” Seemed now was not the time to move. Too bad. Starscream gave a short thought to asking more but went for not. After all knowing too much about Megaton’s condition and processor state would be bad. Knockout was a medic the mech knew.
Making this game all the more fun.
But was Knockout disapproving the use of Dark Energon? That was interesting. “It seems the wonder of Dark Energon is fading for Megaton. It helped him in the explosion of the Space Bridge but not for this?”
Knock Out bowed at the compliment (it was TRUE, after all).
Behind his pleasant demeanor, his processor ticked busily. So much to think about, after his little dive into his leader's systems. So much that Starscream would definitely want to know. So much that Knock Out absolutely dared not tell him. His only reasonable defense now was to pretend he knew nothing.
And Primus, STILL with the dark energon. Knock Out entertained an amusing fantasy of wiping the subject from both his commanders' processors. "It all depends on your definition of 'help', Commander. Does it have something to do with his physical recovery? Quite likely. The dark energon has significant metallomorphic properties. However...." He gestured gracefully with one hand. "Well, you would know better than I, Commander. Has not our Lord been...different, since returning with the dark energon? Correlation, of course, does not prove causation, but I personally find said correlation...telling."
Post by starscream on Mar 18, 2012 23:28:05 GMT -5
Starscream felt like he could almost see the thoughts of Knockout however it was not hard. After he was always thinking working how to get the best for himself. Much like Starscream however with Knockout the mech was sure to not go too far. Starscream had yet to let that stop him for anything he did. And Starscream often did go over the edge and sometimes more.
There was a nod and smirk at Knockout’s response. Knockout was never one to be shy.
Well that made that clear. The good doctor, and Starscream used the term good very lose here, did not like Dark Energon at all. Not that Starscream could fault him. There was trouble with it but overall Starscream wanted some for himself to have his own army.
Starscream looked close at Knockout. “So the trouble is from the Dark Energon?” Starscream thought for a short time and then went on. “Is there a reason it took so long to become this bad?”
Yes, yes, Commander, Knock Out thought, Megatron's current problems are completely because of dark energon and not due to a horrendously strained spark bond. Yes, that is certainly the best medical opinion I can offer....
Luckily, blaming the issues on dark energon was not going to be terribly difficult. "I believe it's simply a matter of accumulation, sir. Lord Megatron has had the longest and closest contact with the element. It has changed the very energon that runs in his lines to a darker resonance. With that level of--" infection "--exposure..." Knock Out gestured eloquently. "It is possible that acute and chronic exposure have very different effects."
Knock Out set a finger on his chin, something genuinely occurring to him. "And the most ACUTE exposure was yourself, Commander, unless I'm mistaken? I know that I examined you afterward, but I don't believe I asked this question...how did the dark energon infusion make you FEEL?"
Another thing he could add to his list of "never thought I'd do"s: asking the Decepticon Air Commander about his feelings. Primus....
Post by starscream on Mar 26, 2012 23:03:10 GMT -5
Knockout was the most fun to talk to in this big game. And yet because of that it was hardest to get him to say what Starscream wanted to know. Starscream let that thought work. It did make since. Still is seemed like a cheap answer.
Starscream was about to ask more when Knockout changed the direction. In to one Starscream did not like. “What? I. When.” The servos and wings both had no pattern and the EM Field was arrogance and confused.
Knock Out smiled, taking a step forward, letting a speculative gleam shine in his optics. "Any information you could give me would be MOST helpful, Commander. In FACT, now that I'm...researching the topic fully, it would also be incredibly helpful if I could examine you again. Do some extra tests SPECIFIC for your...exposures."
His optics settled on Starscream's chest, exactly where the foolish seeker had plunged the dark energon into his chest. Another, measured, step closer. "In the name of science, of course."
<<KO is deliberately being a creeper here. ;P He'd actually like to do those tests, but if the result is instead scaring Starscream off and ending this possibly-awkward conversation, well, that works too. Feel free to have Starscream suddenly remember something he has to do RIGHT NOW, if you'd like. Or make up Starscream's answers. KO is genuinely interested in his experiences with dark energon. Any information he can get on Megatron's crazy-making purple shiny WITHOUT messing with it himself is a plus in his book. >>
As Knockout came closer Starscream backed up. His wings going back and down, his servos trying to block the medic. “Knockout what is going though your processor….wait don’t answer that I do not want to know.”
Starscream kept backing up and then his wings came out and forward a little. A sly smirk come to his faceplates. “Knockout how about a deal?” This was a good idea. Maybe not for him but for the knowledge it would be wonderful.
“Tell me about what I want…and you can help science.” Ok maybe not such a good deal for Starscream but still it might work out very well.
((ooc: Starscream went with the 3rd one and wants to make a deal. XD; ))
Knock Out smirked right back. "Deals are always...a possibility. Though you are going to need to be CLEAR, Commander. What information is it that you are looking for? Keeping in mind that I, of course, am an upstanding medical professional who would never divulge a patient's private medical history."
Particularly not while on the same ship with said patient's pet spymaster.
And certainly not the part you'd most like to know, DEAR Commander.... Knock Out had to admit, as much as he disliked being in this precarious position, right now imagining Starscream's face if he WERE to divulge his secret was...amusing.
Post by starscream on Apr 10, 2012 16:52:02 GMT -5
A deal could always bad had, for something else. Starscream smiled. “How is the great leader? Any permanent damage?” The wings half jerked at that. The smile darker. There was a clear glim in Starscream’s optics as he looked at Knockout, seeing if he reacted and how to the question.
Starscream knew there to permanent damage, or not so much damage. The question was if Knockout knew about it. Starscream found it hard to believe the medic would not. After all Knockout was the best Decepticon medic.
Last Edit: Apr 16, 2012 1:40:45 GMT -5 by starscream