[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Jigsaw [Knock Out]
Oct 19, 2017 17:24:06 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on Oct 19, 2017 17:24:06 GMT -5
Knock Out stood awkwardly as he waited for Soundwave to acknowledge him, holding the silver object out in front of himself like it was some disgusting mass that he didn't really want to be handling – trying to angle it in such a way that none of the web like tendrils touched him. An impossible feat, given there were so many of them, but... At this point he'd already touched it while removing it, and so whatever happened, would happen. As long as it didn't somehow attach to him he should be fine, he figured.
He continued to wait - silently. He'd sassed Soundwave enough over the past few... however long it'd been... hours? But even he knew not to continue to push his luck in demanding he hurry up, especially when asking a favor of the Spymaster. Only when the silence got too unbearable even for him, he'd clear his throat quietly just to hear some noise that wasn't the occasional rumbled groans and creaks, reminding them exactly where they were right now.
It was probably a good thing he'd kept quiet, as he saw yet another shudder from the Spymaster, his gaze drifting to the bright, brilliant blue Energon that dappled once more – with one drop rolling down to the bottom of his chin. Knock Out's optics would widen, then narrow – as if he was thinking.
Soundwave was sick. He was hurt, Knock Out knew that much – both of them had gotten into scuffles the night prior, both had the platform in the Control Room collapse around them. It was a miracle they were both still functioning and not laying unresponsive on a medical berth like Flatline. Yet, despite this – Soundwave had called on him to repair Flatline rather than himself. They... Both had the same ailment, or at least that was his initial thought. It had to be, Soundwave had crashed the ship for a reason, and earlier his field had ebbed with anger; some actual form of emotion when normally it was so level and still.
A reply then – a voice that Knock Out didn't recognize, but the word spoken was clear enough. He opened his mouth as if starting to repeat what he'd said earlier, maybe a little clearer as if it wasn't obvious what he wanted, when he saw the subtle movement from the other mech.
Knock Out was nothing but an expert on body language – or at least he liked to think so. And he saw this movement as a moment of things clicking into place, like... it'd only just caught up to Soundwave what Knock Out had wanted. Something must've been really wrong, either that or Soundwave had been really busy focused on other things. He didn't know which – unaware what Soundwave had actually been doing across the room.
Another tense few seconds as that inky black visor twitched to look down at the object in Knock Out's servo, before looking at him silently.
If it was going to be a bother, Knock Out could go and look for something himself – but he didn't really want to go digging through cupboards and supply rooms. Things had shifted, whatever strange and crazy experiments Shockwave had been working on may have been compromised, releasing who knows what into the air. Things worse than whatever had affected Soundwave and Flatline, maybe. Soundwave was at least cautious, and would logically know where a storage container would be located. Or that was the thought process behind him asking the Spymaster, at any rate.
Movement then, it seemed Soundwave was going to follow through with his request. Knock Out found he'd tensed his frame in those few moments, and only as Soundwave moved away did he relax once more.
“Uh, appreciate it! Thank you!” He called out after him, watching as he moved into one of the connecting rooms, and only once he was gone would his attention turn back to Flatline – that thing still held awkwardly out and to the side away from himself.
He'd half expected to look down to see Flatline awake and responsive now that the thing had been removed, but... nothing had really changed. He just lay there – not getting better, nor worse. If only he could have him moved to his own Medical Bay which were better equipped for dealing with this... Surely some of their Energon stocks had survived the impact and crash, his equipment would have, too...
“Pssst. Flatline. If you can hear me – I don't know – wiggle or something.” He whispered lowly to the other mech. He didn't want to put the object down until it could be sealed away, and so he couldn't poke and prod further at the injured mech – not yet, anyway. He didn't expect a response, simply speaking to fill the silence that'd yet again filled the room now he was alone.
He continued to wait - silently. He'd sassed Soundwave enough over the past few... however long it'd been... hours? But even he knew not to continue to push his luck in demanding he hurry up, especially when asking a favor of the Spymaster. Only when the silence got too unbearable even for him, he'd clear his throat quietly just to hear some noise that wasn't the occasional rumbled groans and creaks, reminding them exactly where they were right now.
It was probably a good thing he'd kept quiet, as he saw yet another shudder from the Spymaster, his gaze drifting to the bright, brilliant blue Energon that dappled once more – with one drop rolling down to the bottom of his chin. Knock Out's optics would widen, then narrow – as if he was thinking.
Soundwave was sick. He was hurt, Knock Out knew that much – both of them had gotten into scuffles the night prior, both had the platform in the Control Room collapse around them. It was a miracle they were both still functioning and not laying unresponsive on a medical berth like Flatline. Yet, despite this – Soundwave had called on him to repair Flatline rather than himself. They... Both had the same ailment, or at least that was his initial thought. It had to be, Soundwave had crashed the ship for a reason, and earlier his field had ebbed with anger; some actual form of emotion when normally it was so level and still.
A reply then – a voice that Knock Out didn't recognize, but the word spoken was clear enough. He opened his mouth as if starting to repeat what he'd said earlier, maybe a little clearer as if it wasn't obvious what he wanted, when he saw the subtle movement from the other mech.
Knock Out was nothing but an expert on body language – or at least he liked to think so. And he saw this movement as a moment of things clicking into place, like... it'd only just caught up to Soundwave what Knock Out had wanted. Something must've been really wrong, either that or Soundwave had been really busy focused on other things. He didn't know which – unaware what Soundwave had actually been doing across the room.
Another tense few seconds as that inky black visor twitched to look down at the object in Knock Out's servo, before looking at him silently.
If it was going to be a bother, Knock Out could go and look for something himself – but he didn't really want to go digging through cupboards and supply rooms. Things had shifted, whatever strange and crazy experiments Shockwave had been working on may have been compromised, releasing who knows what into the air. Things worse than whatever had affected Soundwave and Flatline, maybe. Soundwave was at least cautious, and would logically know where a storage container would be located. Or that was the thought process behind him asking the Spymaster, at any rate.
Movement then, it seemed Soundwave was going to follow through with his request. Knock Out found he'd tensed his frame in those few moments, and only as Soundwave moved away did he relax once more.
“Uh, appreciate it! Thank you!” He called out after him, watching as he moved into one of the connecting rooms, and only once he was gone would his attention turn back to Flatline – that thing still held awkwardly out and to the side away from himself.
He'd half expected to look down to see Flatline awake and responsive now that the thing had been removed, but... nothing had really changed. He just lay there – not getting better, nor worse. If only he could have him moved to his own Medical Bay which were better equipped for dealing with this... Surely some of their Energon stocks had survived the impact and crash, his equipment would have, too...
“Pssst. Flatline. If you can hear me – I don't know – wiggle or something.” He whispered lowly to the other mech. He didn't want to put the object down until it could be sealed away, and so he couldn't poke and prod further at the injured mech – not yet, anyway. He didn't expect a response, simply speaking to fill the silence that'd yet again filled the room now he was alone.