Ep. 1.5 - Doctor's Orders - Closed
Dec 4, 2012 23:12:03 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2012 23:12:03 GMT -5
<<Set semi-immediately after the not-yet-happened discussion between Backdraft/Breakdown/Downforce that follows the Back, Burner conversation.>>
Knock Out was bored.
Medicine was much like fighting: long stretches of boredom filled with maintenance and make-work and punctuated by spark-spinning episodes of breakneck, dangerous activity. And after the raid, Knock Out had certainly had his fill of that last, but that didn't mean that restocking the medbay and dealing with idiotic accidents and clogged fluid filters were his idea of a good time.
Which was why he was bored enough, while sorting through parts to be watching the Nemesis' status updates, purely as a change of pace.
Who...? Oh, HIM.... The mech wasn't anything special in Knock Out's memorybanks, the most interesting thing about him being that Knock Out had practically had to write a translator program to let him understand the mech's ridiculously convoluted accent.
But, he had been down on the planet blowing things up without lighting entire energon mines on fire. Perhaps he'd acquired some injuries that were at least more interesting than sorting actuators.
Knock Out tossed the one he was holding into the correct bin and dusted off his hands. He opened up a channel, his transmission decorated with CMO-level authority glyphs. ::Backdraft, you are due for required maintenance prior to further duty. Report to medbay.::
Knock Out was bored.
Medicine was much like fighting: long stretches of boredom filled with maintenance and make-work and punctuated by spark-spinning episodes of breakneck, dangerous activity. And after the raid, Knock Out had certainly had his fill of that last, but that didn't mean that restocking the medbay and dealing with idiotic accidents and clogged fluid filters were his idea of a good time.
Which was why he was bored enough, while sorting through parts to be watching the Nemesis' status updates, purely as a change of pace.
Who...? Oh, HIM.... The mech wasn't anything special in Knock Out's memorybanks, the most interesting thing about him being that Knock Out had practically had to write a translator program to let him understand the mech's ridiculously convoluted accent.
But, he had been down on the planet blowing things up without lighting entire energon mines on fire. Perhaps he'd acquired some injuries that were at least more interesting than sorting actuators.
Knock Out tossed the one he was holding into the correct bin and dusted off his hands. He opened up a channel, his transmission decorated with CMO-level authority glyphs. ::Backdraft, you are due for required maintenance prior to further duty. Report to medbay.::