[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Medbay Mayhem ([Knockout, Breakdown]
Jul 20, 2020 4:26:38 GMT -5
Post by Coldwind on Jul 20, 2020 4:26:38 GMT -5
The Seeker seemed content to ignore Breakdown and follow proper procedures for now. That didn't mean they were friends. Simply put, it was a game of pretend. She knew it, Breakdown knew it, and Knock Out definitely knew it. But being civil, even begrudgingly, got them further in a few moments than any peacocking or blunt brutality did since Coldwind arrived. Better this than the alternative, she thought.
But when Knock Out inquired about the welding, Coldwind let out a grunt.
Most of it was her handiwork, having trouble buffing it in certain areas. That's where the seams were more conspicuous. Even the ones that were pounded out properly and smoothed over were a bit squiggly. A nice layer of paint and some fresh sheets could easily fix all of these problems...But the look on Knock Out's face told Coldwind that such courtesy would not be extended to her willingly. Not when she couldn't make him. He wasn't afraid of her, he was afraid of Soundwave.
But Soundwave won't always be there.
One day, the two of them will need to find a way to work together without a babysitter. And should Coldwind be left to her own devices, there is no telling what manner of cruelty she might inflict upon Knock Out to get what she wants. Breakdown's presence would practically be the only buffer between him and one of the surrounding hospital beds.
"You will forgive me for not having the best of tools in a barren wasteland," she grumbled in response. While it would be easy to blame Coldwind's unsightly scars on a lack of skills, she actually knew a thing or two about cosmetic repairs. Technology, mostly. But if one could weld together a communication beacon, they could easily stitch surface wounds. None of her injuries went much deeper than that which is a little miracle in and of itself. If anything, Knock Out should give her more credit for being so well-preserved despite the circumstances.
Not that he knew them to make any judgments...
Point is, Coldwind never exactly had the luxury of precise and surgical tools until now, which prompted a gruff snarl: "Been to Cybertron recently, Knock Out?"
The question was plainly rhetorical. There was nothing of interest left home anymore. At least nothing that Coldwind could reconcile with her first impressions of Knock Out. All conflict on the planet died out, leaving an unfortunate few to scavenge the ashes. There were no theaters, no bars, no hospitals. Just silence. He'd be very bored by himself.
But when Knock Out inquired about the welding, Coldwind let out a grunt.
Most of it was her handiwork, having trouble buffing it in certain areas. That's where the seams were more conspicuous. Even the ones that were pounded out properly and smoothed over were a bit squiggly. A nice layer of paint and some fresh sheets could easily fix all of these problems...But the look on Knock Out's face told Coldwind that such courtesy would not be extended to her willingly. Not when she couldn't make him. He wasn't afraid of her, he was afraid of Soundwave.
But Soundwave won't always be there.
One day, the two of them will need to find a way to work together without a babysitter. And should Coldwind be left to her own devices, there is no telling what manner of cruelty she might inflict upon Knock Out to get what she wants. Breakdown's presence would practically be the only buffer between him and one of the surrounding hospital beds.
"You will forgive me for not having the best of tools in a barren wasteland," she grumbled in response. While it would be easy to blame Coldwind's unsightly scars on a lack of skills, she actually knew a thing or two about cosmetic repairs. Technology, mostly. But if one could weld together a communication beacon, they could easily stitch surface wounds. None of her injuries went much deeper than that which is a little miracle in and of itself. If anything, Knock Out should give her more credit for being so well-preserved despite the circumstances.
Not that he knew them to make any judgments...
Point is, Coldwind never exactly had the luxury of precise and surgical tools until now, which prompted a gruff snarl: "Been to Cybertron recently, Knock Out?"
The question was plainly rhetorical. There was nothing of interest left home anymore. At least nothing that Coldwind could reconcile with her first impressions of Knock Out. All conflict on the planet died out, leaving an unfortunate few to scavenge the ashes. There were no theaters, no bars, no hospitals. Just silence. He'd be very bored by himself.