Now this story actually took alot out of me to come up with. This is the first chapter, short, and to provide readers with a taste of it to see if they like what the see. It's a Knock Out x OC fiction, and it is slightly unconventional, and set in brand new word mixed with a hint of Prime. Events will take place outside of Nevada for once, and travel across to Seattle Washington to the shores of Oregon. It also involves a new cydicate called LOCHE. I'll explain who LOCHE is and what they do if anyone asks. For now, just enjoy and tell me what you think! :) The title "Cosme Adnet", is French and in literal translation means "Beautiful Red".

(Cosme Adnet)

Clouds, deep in sad hue loomed over Fresco City's ambient city lights, glowing ominously and morphing with the threatening wind. One of the much larger cities in the state of Nevada, with a population of two-hundred thousand, and ninety percent of them the proud owner of vehicle, none could resist turning their heads up to stare at the strange red newcomer. Lustful women spoke hushed into the ears of their significant other or their companions, men stared on in jealousy from beneath their umbrellas. Children gasped in awe as it passed, not often seeing such an expensive diamond rolling down the city's dingy streets. It was as if other vehicles and the very water flowing on the streets parted for his presence, stroking the narcissist's ego further.

A city he favored to visit for the looks he'd received, negative or not, he knew he was admired. Finding no reason to disobey the laws of the organics' established society, he slowed to a stop upon a red light. What reason did he have for speeding and potentially damaging himself?

Why, none at all.

The unseen driver glanced to his left loftily, then to his right. A rainy day's drive making him lax. It was soothing to feel the cooling water drip on his cherry colored hide and down into his engine, a relief from the constant baking heat in the devoid plain of the desert. The fleshlings crossed in front of him, having not the slightest inkling of whom he was, what he was, and what he could do to them. Some yammered away on their primitive hand-helds, others, mostly females, rushed to get their offspring homeward. Some held none of the simple circular rubber contraptions that kept them dry, preferring to brave the chill the rain brought on. Through their constant chatter, he listened to the musical honk of horns, or occasion purr of an engine.

"Hey get going!" Shouted an arrogant, young voice from within the flurry of Humans on the crosswalk.

"Mm?" If Knock Out's holodrone was manifested, his head would've been tilted.

At first he suspect it was someone trying to get testy with him, but as he watched, his attention was drawn eventually to a wisp of rushed movement off to the right. People parted, disgusted by the young Humans' antics. Four males, all appearing within the same range of age, were aggressing on a much shorter; rather, hunched, hooded one of their kind.

Usual male behavior, as he passed it to be. One grabbed the notably shorter Human's hood, yanking it and her hair back to reveal her face, causing her to yelp in pain and drop the cumbersome boxes in her arms. They spilled to the wet street, along with her oval glasses. She attempted to duck away from the taller teenage males, only to have one knee her into Knock Out's side with considerable force.

"Fuckin' geek!" One of them spat. "Pretty soon you won't be able to walk, might as well stay at home Tubby." His surely companions all chuckled in agreement, stopping when he paused to gawk at the red vehicle with glared at him silently. Although he paid it no mind. "That's one ugly fucking car, dude." He grunted with the bob of his covered head. Then with his pants so gruesomely misplaced on his person, he waded off into the remaining trail of Humans, followed closely by his minions.

No other Human seemed to bother in their mid-day rush to aid the fallen one who was still stunned by the impact. Knock Out was growing impatient for her to get off his front wheel. Silently, she cried, but his audio receptors picked up her distress. Sniffling and quivering beneath her matted black hair chunked with blotches of a nasty green, she rolled off him. She said nothing at first as she greedily gathered the two boxes she dropped along with her seeing aids, turning only then to address him for the accident. He could define the red in her face quite easily despite the gray overcast, especially gathered around her eyes and cheeks. A thin slick stream of blood trickled down from her right nostril and over her lip, her eyebrows furrowing her plain complexion. She raised a hand out to touch the vehicle, but halted with a stroke of fear in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry…" She started with a whinge. "Your car… God, I'm so, so sorry…" Her eyes fell to the faint dent in his wheel well where her shoulder smashed into it. It was a wonder it wasn't broken, but telling by the 'meat' on her bones, Knock Out wasn't surprised.

"Please," She started to beg, rushing around to meet the driver's side window. "I'll pay to have that taken out," Her voice cracked. "Right now if you want! I-I'll give you a wax too, a totally clean out to pay for this… Just please don't sue me…"

Knock Out's first reaction was revved engine out of pure humor. Once his mental hysterics died, he then mulled over her offer. A Human willing to give him an all expenses paid maintenance check? Why not? He always wondered what make-up formula the Humans used to keep their more luscious vehicles in such supreme condition. He then inspected her outer appearance. She was soaked, and… Uhm, ugly. All Humans were, well, the exception of the busty model females that came to swoon over him, but individually she was quite the eyesore. Her face was dirty with those brown spots he'd seen commonly on Humans' faces, and her eyes were warped by the fishbowl effect of her glasses. Her cheeks were too round for her face, and her brows were ungainly and thick. As was her expansive middle, one could mistake her for being fertile were it not for her slightly bowed in legs and chubby thighs. The mess on her head was too heavy for her face as well. Well, if she was going to clean out his interior, which admittedly had gained a faint layer of dust, he could leave her behind at whatever destination she had in mind for this 'kindly' display of service. Sighing, Knock Out opened his passenger door, a whizzing faintly coming from his center console, bringing the faux Human that respectably displayed him into reality beside it.

Realizing the walk-way was soon to clear the Human leapt into his passenger side, nearly dropping her gathered cargo again, and closing the door beside her after struggling to get the damp boxes in her lap.

She at first refused to make eye contact with him, possibly fearful he was going to anger her.

"Did your parents not teach you that it's unwise to leap into a stranger's car?" Said his silky voice. Making her finally look up at him with wide eyes. He grinned and shook his head. "Don't worry about it… My name is… Cosme, Adnet." He sighed mentally, happy he was able to just cough up something on the spot.

Cosme Adnet? … Not bad. He thought.

She nodded hesitantly after a moment. "Uh… Deryn Ceri. You live around here?" She asked shakily.

"No, just, visiting… Oh, green light." He said, now noticing the obnoxious glow on his hood, and hitting the gas. The girl reached behind her, pulling the seatbelt gingerly over and carefully clicking it in. She groaned at her clothing.

"I'm sorry about all this… I didn't mean to hit your car."

"Oh, don't worry to much about it… It wasn't, necessarily your fault." Ugh, his mouth felt bitter, trying to be nice to a Human was like drinking expired oil fizz. They were so worthless, inferior, stupid… And some of them were downright disgusting hygienically.

"If I wasn't so horrific to look at, they probably wouldn't have done it, so it is my fault." Deryn argued quietly.

"Oh nonsense…" He said with a tone of disinterest. He saw where this was going. She was one of those frail 'slightest nonchalant disagreement would cause cowardice' people. Lovely. Telling by her looks, it was understandable that she'd develop that kind of outlook on herself. "Clean yourself up and bit and you'll look dazzling." He said softly with a shrug.

"Thank you, sir. That's very kind." She said sadly. She lifted her head to watch him from beneath her dripping bangs. "You're a very handsome man, if you don't mind me complimenting… I bet people envy you." She worded it carefully, making sure she wasn't out to offend him by coming across as flirting. She was too scared to do so, anyway.

"Hoho well! I like to think people do…" He grinned shamelessly, offering her the indulgence of a wink with one of his orange eyes.

She nodded, managing a half-hearted and tiny smile, retreating further into the seat to keep herself warm in her mushy clothes.

He ran a hand through his faintly spiky raven and faded rust colored hair, relaxing against the door frame and pretended to let his hand slide with the wheel. His holodrone was definitely admirable. The smooth face of a young man, sharp intelligent eyes and black brows with a beautiful arch against stern but none-to-pronounced brow bones. Sharp-tipped faint side burns of a darker gray guided the side of his smooth-angled jaw line, and nick of a goatee finished his complex. He held a genial expression, pale lips pushed out slightly with a conceit aura. He snuck a peek out of the corner of his eye, finding she was staring gloomily out the window. He gripped the stick shift, tugging it back into neutral. At the sound of the heavy click, she looked down at it, then up to his retreating hand.

"We're still on Sanger right?"

"I… do believe so, I don't really pay attention street signs unless I need to get somewhere… I travel from town to town, looking for something to get into." He said with the tilt of his head and chuckle. "You could say, I live in my car."

"Alright," She smiled again, still just as secluded as before. "As soon as we come up on Cimmaron, you'll want to take a right and head three lights down. From there on the left-hand side, you'll see Trey Auto. They take care of any car, multiple award winning for their services, and have been deemed the 'First-stop' for any celebrities that come through here." She directed.

"Yes ma'am." He said with cock of his head. "So… Miss… Deryn was it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Don't need to call me sir, dear. Call me by the nickname… Knockout."

"Uhh… Okay." She agreed to comply shyly.

"Where's that name from anyway? Deryn, Ceri?" He cocked a brow.

"It's Welsh." She answered simply, shrugging, her eyes moving nervously over the wet cityscape around them.

"Uhhh-hunh." He said, distracted by the turn he was heading into. "So, what's the boxes for?" He bobbed his head to her lap, frowning at a fool that cut in front of him.

"I… Uh… I collect. Robot toys."

"Robot toys?" Now, it got interesting. "You a robot fanatic or something?"

"Well I wouldn't say that… I guess it depends on how people view the severity of my collecting… I collect Gundams, or other robot models that I find cool or even beautiful. I don't buy just any old figures though, I like the well-built and rare…. I like to collect them, and then sell the ones I lose interest in as a whole package for a big cash in. Because of that though, people think I don't have social life or even a job despite buying these guys myself. I started at a young age, I don't know why I do it. There's just something awesome and fascinating about them, that's all."

"Really now?" Cosme grinned. "What would you do if you saw a real one? As in, a giant one?"

"Oh man, I'd be freaked out but I bet you I wouldn't run away, not because I'm brave or anything…. I'd be just, too stunned…. Of course, they aren't real. It's logically and physically impossible. They'd have to be built by another species and even then their intelligence would have to be limited." She now sat a little straighter, eyes a little brighter.

Knock Out had to try his damnedest not to burst into hysterics. Little did this girl know! Oh Primus!

He nearly swerved out his lane stifling a laugh, if he were Human he'd have easily wet his shorts, after a moment he managed to shake his head. "That's some pretty mighty intelligence you got there…"

"I'm a bit of a Wing Nut when it comes to technological or biological stuff, nobody seems to appreciate the information though… Then again, the way I look, I can't blame them." She sighed. "So… What do you do?"

"Oh I uh…. I'm a surgeon. Head Surgeon." He answered simply, he was about to roll his eyes at her self pity.

"Oh yeah? Hospital here or…?"

"Uhm, no actually, I work in a neighboring city." His eyes lifted from the road briefly, only to have them nearly bulge from his holographic skull. Before them sat cars any enthusiast would kill for.

"Don't crash…" Deryn spoke up softly, smiling sheepishly when he glanced at her then to the road, slowing at the upcoming red light.

"What… These vehicles…" He nearly slobbered.

"Yeah, beautiful huh? They're all either under ownership of clients or people who leave their cars in Trey's care until they come to pick them up." She pointed to an empty slot underneath the neon-lit awning, left bare by a powder blue and white 57' Belair.

"That was a pretty Belair, I loved that car as a kid." She said simply. Looking up, she found him gawking at a particular sports' car, exhaling a subtle giggle. "That's a Prowler. Really rare."

"You know about cars too?" He tilted his head with an intrigued expression.

"My father was obsessed with them. He collected all sorts of oldie cars and restored them. Except, he rarely sold them. We've got them all still… Come to think of it, I was kind of pissed when he sold the Model-T…" She then pouted. The cabin suddenly grew dark as he pulled under the steel awning. He dropped the windows as a young associate of the busy Wash & Repair hurried forth.

Deryn leaned down as the boy approached, lightly rubbing the grease from his hands with a well worn rag.

"How can I help you, sir?" He said almost too quickly.

"Well, I'm new here… So I'll have the native take over." He gestured to the chunky girl in his seat with a finger. Deryn leaned over, suppressing her reluctance to look him in the face. Self conscious of her own.

"On the right hand side, there's a dent in the wheel well that needs to be popped and buffed out, and give her the full rundown. Wax and wash, inside and out, and an engine check-" She bit her tongue when Cosme cut in.

"Uh, no need for engine work, the rest will be fine." Knock Out nodded to the young Human, relieved when he didn't press the matter. He put himself in park. Glancing over his shoulder he saw Deryn look down with wide eyes, it was then that he froze and followed her gaze, finding that he didn't motion with his holodrone's hand to pull the joystick in park. She seemed horrified as she exchanges looks with him, but he held a confident smile.

"It's a safety feature. If I leave it parked for too long it will park itself."

"Awesome…." She said, silent.

You have no idea the definition of awesome, little girl… Too bad you won't get to meet me. He thought smugly.