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.
"Do I KNOW him?" Knock Out just stared at Jetfire for a long moment before throwing back his head and laughing. Long...and hard. Others in the medbay turned and looked at him with various levels of curiosity and annoyance.
Knock Out, with a final thump to the edge of the berth, eventually gathered himself enough to regard Jetfire again. "That is BUMBLEBEE, SIR, an AUTOBOT, and if someone told you he was a Decepticon, then THEY were likely an Autobot, too. Probably attempting to get you to let them GO, which you obviously did."
Knock Out thumped the berth again before transforming out his hands to get to work on Jetfire's knee. "It looks like you've been had." His grin was wide and not entirely pleasant. "Sir."
Jetfire was a tad too old to take the blow of humiliation like most other mechs. His pride was what could only be described as callused. He was good at disregarding a mech when he was looked down upon… Still, even mega-cycles of experience wasn’t enough to take the sting of an insult away entirely, and Jetfire had never been able to remedy his short temper (in fact, it seemed to grow shorter with each vorn).
It wasn’t only that Knock Out was laughing at him- and theatrically. Even the stifled EM fields of the conscious Eradicons pulsing suppressed humor weren’t quite enough to get him off. It was Jazz.
Jazz had lied to him. It wasn’t entirely surprising, but the sheer ability- the story he’d told him… The old Seeker hadn’t doubted him for even a klik. It had been so complex too… a difficult story to simply, ‘make up’… And Jetfire… he’d been so alone. Seeing a familiar face after he’d been through all that…
And the that Kaonite…he’d had the gall to cover up for that… that… slow-computing little-yellow-glitch of a bot. Jazz could at least have let him have a good hit on the little yellow pest. Instead he’d given him a cryptic message that suddenly made perfect and clear sense. And the discovery made his energon boil.
He wasn’t sure why the thought that he’d been deceived by Jazz was tangling his gyros so much. It wasn’t as if he’d ever trusted Jazz with sensitive information or even something as simple as close friendship… He supposed his emotions were getting the better of him- being practically resurrected from the dead in a completely different time period was somewhat traumatic.
Perhaps… the medic was mistaken? Then again… Yellowbot was a rather… unique case. He couldn’t…
There was more to it here, but considering the look on that bright red dandy’s face, the Seeker wasn’t going to get much out of him- at least nothing farther than sarcasm. Jetfire’s optics were narrowed pertly a he tried to think of something to say.
“It looks like you’ve been had… Sir.”
Jetfire’s optics darted, and quick as that- the old mech gave his medic a swift smack upside the back of the helm.
The quick moment even startled him- he’d felt like he’d done it before his processors had even registered the meaning of Knock Out’s words. It had been the tone. He was lucky that he had used the servo that didn’t have the energon drip stuck in it. He still felt a slight vibration in his fingers where he’d struck him.
Still, Jetfire didn’t look shocked. He wore an expression of severe disapproval and gave Knock Out his most practiced Withering Stare. “You’ve got a very interesting bedside manner for a medic,” he growled, sounding halfway between an upset observation and a threat.
OOC: I don’t know if KO would decide to refuse Jets treatment or something at this point. In threads that take place after this, Jets is still a little creaky, so it would explain that. Jetfire could mention the Starscream thing again, (hence the "threat") so… there’s that incentive. If you need any changes tell me!
Last Edit: Sept 15, 2012 11:50:25 GMT -5 by Deleted
For a klik, you could hear a pin drop. Everyone's attention had been caught by Knock Out's laugh, then by his words, so every optic in the place had been on them as Jetfire had hit him.
As Jetfire. Had HIT. The MEDIC.
The Eradicons stared, a few of them even flinching, then waiting like observers might wait for the wrath of an angry god.
Knock Out's head raised from where it'd been whacked down, his optics narrowing venomously. He was very aware of the optics of everyone in the medbay--HIS medbay--on him, on them, and more than that, he could FEEL the SCRATCH the seeker's blow had left on his helm.
Perhaps if he'd not been working on a whole cycle without rest. Perhaps if he'd not been low on energon. Perhaps if he'd not had Barricade and Megatron's secret knocking about in his meta, prompting him to DO something (but not too much) Perhaps if he'd not just played verbal keep-away with Shockwave and if he didn't feel that, somehow, he'd given away more than he should have without payment. Perhaps if he'd had more than half a klik to stop and process any of the multitude of political slag that had gone down while he was stuck in medbay and unable to DO anything about it.
Perhaps...he might not have reacted as he did. Perhaps not. Because this slagging ancient seeker HAD just assaulted the Chief Medical Officer in his own medbay, and in the Decepticons, slag like that was just not fragging allowed. Knock Out cultivated his reputation because it was one of the few things between him and getting pushed around by every mechanoid on the Nemesis that was bigger than he (and there were a lot of those.) One did not allow one's self to be abused by anyone not of higher rank, and no matter what this rustbucket's connections were, he did NOT outrank the CMO.
Knock Out drew back his fist and when it came forward it was holding his energon prod, which he jammed directly into the seeker's sternal plates. Raw energon crackled and flowed over Jetfire's components, making his limbs flail and knocking the seeker's stressed systems offline.
Knock Out kept his prod there for an extra klik, to vent his annoyance and as a lesson to the watchers more than anything. Then he stepped back, prod crackling ominously as he rested its butt on the floor with a sharp tack!.
The sound of energon static discharging deep in Jetfire's chassis was the only sound for a long moment as the medic examined his work.
The prod disappeared back into Knock Out's subspace. Then, clearly and calmly and with cold finality, "Get this pile of junk out of my medbay."
<<FYI, I'm assuming that this happens semi-immediately after Walking The Line. Also also, feel free to have Jetfire wake up semi-immediately...or not! Knock Out's assuming that one of his Eradicon helpers or perhaps Breakdown will drag his twitching aft out of medbay. >>