[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Against All Odds [Knock Out]
Dec 22, 2019 1:57:43 GMT -5
Post by Flatline on Dec 22, 2019 1:57:43 GMT -5
"Wait..."
Flatline counted hazily in his mind, his left hand lifting off of the edge of the medical slab again as he started to count on his fingers. This was a sign of just how disoriented he was, that someone who was capable of being a medic and borderline scientist how he dabbled in Spark-Splitting actually needed to COUNT on his fingers like some kind of idiot brawler. He mumbled some was he curled long taloned fingers in towards his palm.
"Begging for mercy..."
His hand slumped back down to grip the edge again.
"Not sure the first counts."
Falling down at that particular moment was more out of exhausted depression, slamming to his knees to just wish for death to be swift. No lingering torture, no gaping wound to slowly bleed out in a pile on Starscream's floor... He didn’t want to be another notch in the air commanders bragging board, to say he murdered the one responsible to set others in line... but if it was a swift death than he wouldn’t really be around to give any craps over being a statistical tool.
"I wanted to show I was strong, so Starscream wouldn't see me as what I am."
Weak. Fragile. Flatline was a non combatant and he had absolutely zero pain tolerance. It probably wouldn’t have even needed to be his secondaries for an agonizing point to have been made. Starscream could have slammed his heel into the side of his knee and he would have crumpled down in writhing agony for that alone. Granted, the smaller limbs were MORE painful, and they held psychological attachments, but... point was Flatline was a worm among titans.
Hell... even Knock Out could fight.
Relaxing forward some, Flatline's strained systems seemed to go further at ease, the pain starting to ebb slightly with a sort of warmth. Time was still needed, but the heaves of hot air from his vents were lessening. At the question if he was sure about his earlier request his eyes would close.
"No, but I need to be."
It would be fine. Even if it was temporary... it would have to be fine. He couldn’t have the useless stump hanging there to be grabbed and tore off. At Knock Out's last words, his eyes would open a small amount, looking hazily at the far wall.
"Do you really think Megatron is gone?"
Flatline counted hazily in his mind, his left hand lifting off of the edge of the medical slab again as he started to count on his fingers. This was a sign of just how disoriented he was, that someone who was capable of being a medic and borderline scientist how he dabbled in Spark-Splitting actually needed to COUNT on his fingers like some kind of idiot brawler. He mumbled some was he curled long taloned fingers in towards his palm.
"Begging for mercy..."
One
"Helped up only to have arms ripped off..."Two
"Once in hallway in front of that idiot RGE-529..."Three
"And here..."His hand slumped back down to grip the edge again.
"Not sure the first counts."
Falling down at that particular moment was more out of exhausted depression, slamming to his knees to just wish for death to be swift. No lingering torture, no gaping wound to slowly bleed out in a pile on Starscream's floor... He didn’t want to be another notch in the air commanders bragging board, to say he murdered the one responsible to set others in line... but if it was a swift death than he wouldn’t really be around to give any craps over being a statistical tool.
"I wanted to show I was strong, so Starscream wouldn't see me as what I am."
Weak. Fragile. Flatline was a non combatant and he had absolutely zero pain tolerance. It probably wouldn’t have even needed to be his secondaries for an agonizing point to have been made. Starscream could have slammed his heel into the side of his knee and he would have crumpled down in writhing agony for that alone. Granted, the smaller limbs were MORE painful, and they held psychological attachments, but... point was Flatline was a worm among titans.
Hell... even Knock Out could fight.
Relaxing forward some, Flatline's strained systems seemed to go further at ease, the pain starting to ebb slightly with a sort of warmth. Time was still needed, but the heaves of hot air from his vents were lessening. At the question if he was sure about his earlier request his eyes would close.
"No, but I need to be."
It would be fine. Even if it was temporary... it would have to be fine. He couldn’t have the useless stump hanging there to be grabbed and tore off. At Knock Out's last words, his eyes would open a small amount, looking hazily at the far wall.
"Do you really think Megatron is gone?"