The Longest Road:
A Transformers Prime FanFict. Story
By: Knightmare Fantom
Hi, everyone. So this is my first time writing a fan-fiction dedicated to Hasbro's Transformers Prime Series. Yes I will be using a wide range of characters in this story, including my OC Tess Ridder, who will be more or less the main character of this story. Now, some of the material may seem like I ripped it off some other person's story or something like that, when actually, I came up with the idea BEFORE I came to realize that there were already some people out there who had done some this material as well, but please be rest assured that while it may have some similar parts, this story is completely based off my own ideas and interpretations of my own story. I don't plan to write any smut or such in here, rather, this is a great and long story to tell about what happens to Tess. So, everyone, please enjoy and if there are errors, as I did my best to find them, please just send me a message or something so I may edit it them. ^^;
~Knightmare Fantom
Chapter One:
It was one o' clock in the afternoon on the outskirts of Jasper, Nevada as an old 1994 4x4 ford truck rolled along a dusty back road towards a small, one story house at the end of a dead end. The color on the house was a nice, easy on the eyes pastel blue with a light dull-gray trim that made the house seem like tarnished silver. A three car wide driveway lead up to a two door garage, with a row of boxed flowers lining either side of the it as a small brick path lead up to a shaded porch. The ford rumbled to a halt as the driver but the truck in park and killed the engine; eagerly opening the driver door so that they could get out. The driver smiled and stretched as they popped their back and neck muscles with a satisfying crack. They were in their mid-twenties with frizzy brown hair held back by a hair tie and baseball cap. As the driver made their way up to the porch, an old brisk voice called out to them from the shade of the porch, "Jane…? Is that you?"
The driver looked over at the porch, squinting her eyes in slight surprise as she yelled back, "Uncle Mark?! What in Sam's name are you doing out here? I heard from Aunt Patty that you were living in Hawaii now." She grinned as she slammed her ford's door shut and ambled her way up to porch, stepping into the shade of the house and placing her hands on her hips. Looking to her left, she glanced down at a wrinkly old man in a rocking chair. His skin color was of Latin-American heritage, but all his clothes stated that he was from the Hawaiian Islands.
"I'm here to visit my sister before I fly off to New Orleans in a couple days." The old man replied in a hoarse voice, wheezing out a couple dry coughs. "Of course, I'm coming to regret my choice with all the dry heat and dust out here. I don't get how you people can live in all this dust, dirt, and sand. It's like God's own personal sandbox to play in, not to mention its one giant cat box!" The girl chuckled loudly and shook her head.
"I guess you have to build up a tolerance for dust or turn your immune system into a filter if you ever want to live out here…" She commented, turning away to go into the house. Her uncle coughed a couple more times as she opened the screen door to her right.
"Aaaaahhh… you certainly have a tolerance built against nature, huh, Jane…" He commented. The girl turned slightly and looked at him with hidden sadness in her eyes, but a smile still hung on her lips.
"Uncle Mark. Jane was my mother; I'm her daughter Tess, your niece." With that said she walked into the house and pushed back the pain that arose in her heart. It was very spacious in the house, with a big floral couch against the wall with a small coffee table in front of it. On the opposite wall was a larger entertainment center with a large flat screen T.V. sitting in the middle of it. The news was on, broadcasting a scene of a long strip of the Highway with several large craters that were smoking black; as if someone or something had thrown an explosive, with a smaller damage capability of a grenade but could also be hot enough to sear and smolder asphalt long after the explosion had occurred, onto the ground. There were a lot of skid marks and tire marks on the asphalt as well, indicating that there had been cars involved and maybe even had caused some traffic issues as well. Rails were scratched, bent, and even crushed, but yet strangely enough, there were no cars around. Tess sighed indifferently as the familiar face of Agent William Fowler came on screen. He had been called in to help investigate as well as figure out these bizarre attacks on the road and catch the perpetrators, but so far, in the last year or two he hadn't even come close enough to catch the assailants and put an end to the terror on the road. For Tess, seeing photos and live video shots of these weird attacks on the road had pretty much become a-typical. At first, people had been scared to go out of town on the roads and somehow getting involved in accidents such as these ones, but nothing had ever happened to any of the citizens here in Jasper, so nobody was overly worried anymore.
Tess jumped as a loud voiced shouted out, "Well come on over into the kitchen, girl! Don't stand there melting your brain away to the stupid teley." She glanced to her left, walking past the couch and living room as she made her was towards the dining room/ kitchen in search of the voice. In the middle of the kitchen stood a tall bulky woman with platinum gray hair who stood in front of an oven as another wave of heat poured out of the kitchen and in the hot air outside. Tess nearly fainted from the heat as she glanced away for a moment, trying to adjust to the temperature of the room.
"Grandma, you're cooking while it's almost ninety-four degrees outside? Are you trying to induce a heat stroke on yourself and everyone else in the house? I mean, even the dog looks like its dying from the heat." Tess said as she glanced down to her right where her grandma's pet corgi named Liberty was panting heavily. She glanced back to her grandma just as she turned and briskly slapped her apron clean of any crumbs and/or flour. Her grandma wore a pair of beaded rim glasses that were tinted lavender to her light, hot chocolate skin. Her eyes showed a warm amber glow behind her glassed frames.
"My oh my…" The lady mumbled as she walked over and hugged Tess. She kissed Tess on the forehead and held Tess' face in the palms of her hands. "Look at you. All grown up and everything, just like your mother…God bless her soul."
Tess beamed at her grandma. "How's it been, Nana? I hope Uncle Mark hasn't been too much trouble for you."
"Why are you worried about Karen?!" yelled a voice from the porch. "She's the one who's practically keeping me as a prisoner!"
"Hush your mouth, you old coot! If I didn't keep a firm grip on you and where you went, I'd have the police on my doorstep with you half-naked and cuffed with half the town somehow magically blown up. You're a wreck, that's what you are…" Her grandma shot back.
"Ah, blow it out you old biddy!" came a cranky reply.
"Don't make me come out there with my rolling pin, Markus. You don't want me angry." Grandma growled the warning and Tess instinctively flinched. Her grandmother was notoriously known and feared for her unquestionable skill in the art of the rolling pin, and it was something even Satan would dare not trifle with. Rolling her eyes to the sky and shook her head. Relatives… "Anyways, you got the message I left for you earlier, right?" Tess looked over at her grandma and nodded.
"Yeah, about the message cousin Adrian left me?" Tess said with distain in her voice. Adrian was the flaw of the family, the weasel or the fox in the vineyard of her family heritage. He was always stealing things so he could pawn them off later, or depending upon how big it was (size wise), try to auction it off at the back-alley market houses.
"Uh huh. He said he found something of interest that he wanted to have, but he wouldn't say what." Her grandma glanced back at the oven for a moment before walking back over to it to stir the contents inside her roasting pot. Tess followed after and leaned against the sink counter. "He's outside on the back porch waiting to talk with you. Mind you, he seems a little more… paranoid nowadays than when he used to be, the little weasel."
Tess slouched against the sink counter. Great… She pushed off from the counter and walked towards her grandma's French doors. She had just opened the door when a thought came to her. Glancing down, she clapped her hands together and called for Liberty. The corgi came immediately and waddled happily up to her. Tess grabbed one of her grandma's gallon-sized buckets from the dining table that was empty and strolled out of the door with it in hand. The corgi rushed outside to relive herself while Tess walked over to the hose on the right side of the porch. She turned the water on until it ran cool and filled the bucket full of water. She shut off the hose and turned around to figure out the corgi's position in the backyard. The dog's back was turned to her as she squatted down into one of her grandma's bushes taking a number two. She was only a few feet away and that was good enough for Tess. Grabbing the bucket, she lightly walked over to the edge of the porch and threw the water over the dog. Liberty gave a startled yelp as cold water drenched her body and she bolted around the yard. A satisfactory smile settled on her lips as she walked over to the hose, refilled it again, and left it by the back doors. She wasn't being mean to the dog, rather, since dogs didn't have the same ability as humans to cool down there bodies, Tess was improvising by helping to cool down Liberty's body in the hot, dry air of the afternoon with some cold water that would eventually dry out. Tess glanced over to the left side of the house to see a large summer umbrella sinking out of a hole in a small circular table and two chairs on either side of it. One chair was occupied by her cousin and there was a small, four-by-five inches tall wooden box on the table beside him. She walked over to the chair and sat down. She glanced over at her cousin and had to do a double-take because the person she was looking at didn't look anything like the cousin Adrian she remembered. The cousin Adrian she knew was tall and lanky, with tanned golden-brown skin and slick-backed dark umber hair. The man that sat beside her was thin and withdrawn with gray streaks and speckles of white in his dark umber hair. His face had a graying beard as well to match his hair. He looked older, even though he was only thirty-eight going on thirty-nine in a few months.
"Adrian…? Is that you?" She asked skeptically. He stared out at the backyard, admiring the desert garden that their grandma had worked hard to achieve on her own after grandpa died a few years back. He sat quietly for a few more moments before a heavy, tense sigh escaped his lips.
"Yeah, it's me…" He said quietly.
"You look old. What happened to you?" she continued to probe at her cousin's physical state.
"Tess…I'm sorry, but I don't have time to answer all your questions and I'm sorry I have to do this to you but… you see, there's been a lot of issues over the years for me and the life I've lived up 'til now, but nowadays, I've reached a huge, gigantic problem that won't go away. No matter where I run or where I hide. It's been a hazardous and down-right dangerous situation for me and now, it's all because of stupid item I found and tried to sell…" He suddenly twitched and reached up to scratch a strange tattoo that glowed a neo blue against his tanned skin. Tess gazed at it in wonder and curious, but it seemed that Adrian had noticed her intense stare at the strange tattoo and quickly pulled his collar on his vest up higher so that she could no longer see it. He reached over and touched the box cautiously, sliding it towards her. "You may take a look inside but only under the umbrella. Satellites these days can see down to the fine curved hair of your eyebrows and by no means, must anyone or anything see the contents of this package in the day or the night." Tess looked warily at the box before she opened it carefully under the protection of the umbrella. Inside the box was a strangely shaped sphere that was the same size of a football. It was shaped and designed like an eyeball; it even had an iris in the middle of it. She looked over at her cousin in confusion and frowned.
"What is it?" She asked, closing the lid shut.
"Trust me. You don't want to know. If I told you what it was, you wouldn't believe me. Not in a million years. But this tiny thing contains knowledge and technology that out classes our own and is far more advanced than anything we've ever encountered as humans." Adrian took a deep, long breath before he stood. A flickering blue glow appeared in his right eye as he looked over at Tess and she stared in wonder. What, indeed, had happened to her cousin in the last few years to have caused him to change so drastically…?
"Adrian, your eye…" Tess pointed out.
He sighed heavily. "Tess I need you to listen carefully, very carefully. What I'm about to tell you is so crucial, that it depends upon your life and the lives of everyone on this planet that you pay attention to my words. That sphere must be hidden, and I mean, so hidden and guarded from all types of eyes that not even a metal detector or a construction crew could find it. Hide it somewhere secret, somewhere safe; but not at your house or work. Keep it well away from civilization and I must stress on this but… DO NOT TOUCH IT. Don't let anything touch it or else. I'm not kidding, do not touch it! After you hide it, don't mention it or this conversation ever again. EVER! Forget about it, forget I was here, forget this conversation right now – but only AFTER you hide it! And for the love of God, do not mention it around anything electronic or near vehicles – ESPECAILLY vehicles! Don't tell your friends, don't tell grandma; and don't talk about it out loud. And I swear this on my dying life, everyone you love and cherish will fall victim to what is after that chip!"
He suddenly stopped and bent over for a moment before his body suddenly jerked back as he strained to focus on something far into the sky. His right eye and the strange tattoos glowed fiercely now as he clenched his teeth together to suppress a rising scream in his throat. A few moments later he collapsed onto the chair, leaning on it for support as he panted heavily for air. He muttered and stuttered several words together, like he was trying to speak but the words were forming into complex sentencing, almost like an equation. He stood again but Tess kept her distance. She was completely worried now about her cousin's mental health. "I-I have to leave now, Tess…" He said quietly as he stood up again. "…and I won't see you ever again in this life. I know too much and telling you what's to come might also bring you into this secret war… these things will come after everyone so I have to go…God, I can sense them now. They're coming this way and I have very little time…" He glanced back at her; his eye normal again. "Tess, one last thing before I go… I wrote you a note and left it inside the box on where to find my journal. It's of great priority that you find it and retrieve it after you hide the chip. You must read it and in time, I hope you can come to forgive me for the troubles I've now placed on you…" he said solemnly. He turned and ran through the house to the front porch. A few seconds later she heard the roar of an engine come to life and listened quietly as a car sped away from Jasper, heading east into the hills.
Tess frowned for a moment longer before glancing down at the box containing the strange sphere. How endangering could such a chip be? Apparently it was endangering enough for her own cousin to have sincerely apologized to her as well as driven him into an extreme case of paranoia. She walked over to the box now and placed it in the crook of her arm. She folded her shirt around it slightly, shielding it barely from the sun as walked back into the house. She felt completely embarrassed and paranoid herself that such an item was not really something to be overly fearful of. Was it really worth all the trouble it had cause her cousin to believe? Of course, he cousin had once been a sane man so maybe there was something more to that sphere than meets the eye. She wasn't ignorant to possibility of what troubles it might bring upon herself and/or her family.
"Was that Adrian who just left now?" Her grandma asked as Tess walked passed her, making her way to her ford outside.
"Yeah he had to urgently go and didn't explain why either, though. Left me a present; a cheapskate watch." Tess fibbed. She was naturally good at fibbing her way out of situations, when she wanted to.
"Huh. That weasel… Never liked the child after he tried to make off with your Aunt Maxine's silver sconces and rare, hand-carved walrus tusk war horn. It was your great grandmother's wedding gift to your aunt." The old lady growled from the kitchen. Tess moved swiftly for the door.
"Well, I have to dine and dash, but I have to get to work down at the shop. I'll stop by later if I can, otherwise I'll be over tomorrow around noon grandma." Tess yelled as she opened the front door and swiftly made her way to the truck.
"Stop by later if you can hun!" Her grandma hollered back.
"See ya later, Jane…" called her Uncle Mark from the porch.
Tess rolled her eyes and with a heavy sigh, she jumped into her truck and hid the box inside an old gun crate she had hidden under the seat. She revved the engine to life and reversed from the driveway all the way to the street; speeding away towards town with another heavy sigh again. "What have I gotten myself into…?" She muttered darkly.
X X X
"Soundwave! Have you picked up the location of that human?" growled a deep grating voice as it entered an alien command room. Heavy, thundering footsteps seemed to cause tremors inside the big room as several Vehicons looked after from their stations and screens to glance carefully up at the owner of the voice. It was their master, Megatron, Lord of the Decepticon armies that hailed from their home planet Cybertron. He strolled into the room looking around for the head of Intelligence and his frown deepened into an angry curl of his lips. "Starscream! Where is Soundwave?!" Megatron yelled aloud, sending his message through the radio links throughout his entire war-ship, the Nemesis.
"Milord, Soundwave picked up the human's location moments ago and went with five other Vehicons to go after it. Currently, they are in pursuit of the human now." radioed back a firm but deceitful voice of the Decepticon First Lieutenant, Starscream. Megatron growled in thought. The sooner they had the human the better they had the advantage over the Autobots. Of course Megatron wasn't entirely thrilled at the idea of a filthy pest (human) having acquired a very ancient and powerful relic, but none the less, he needed it out of the reach of Optimus Prime.
"Sir! We just picked up on three Autobot signatures in the same area as Soundwave and the others." Stated a Vehicon to Megatron's right.
"What?!" Megatron all but roared as he glared down at the Vehicon who had spoken; his anger seething as he glared at the solider. The Vehicon instantly regretted speaking, but it was its job to inform Soundwave or Megatron of any anomalies. Megatron growled in frustration as he turned to two other Vehicons to his left. "You two! Patch me a link to Soundwave!"
The two Con's worked quickly and in a few seconds they had patched a link to Soundwave. "Ready to relay, sir!" One of the Vehicons said.
"Soundwave! I will keep the Autobots occupied long enough for you to capture the human. Failure to complete this task and your punishment will be severe. Megatron out." Megatron commanded as he looked forward to address the others in the room. "If I do not have a ground bridge connected to Soundwave's coordinates in the next few seconds, I will personally offline every last one of you with my own hands…"
A few moments later, a swirling vortex of blue and green lights opened up on top of a canyon overlooking a highway road below. A giant jet plane, its model and size not made anything like that on earth, roared out of the portal as it made its way to where Soundwave, in his alternative Predator B Drone mode, was following after a single vehicle on the road. Five of his Vehicon soldiers were right behind the vehicle, all of them black with tints of purple marking while chasing after a bright red 1960's Ford Mustang as it tried to shake its pursuers. Not too far behind was the loathsome leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime, and his two faster companions, Arcee and Bumblebee. Megatron's anger seemed to seep out of his alternative mode as he flew towards the Autobots, letting out a barrage of plasma blasts from his cannon and guns as he flew after them, diverting their attention from Soundwave.
"Autobots, ensure the safety of the human!" Megatron heard the commanding voice of Optimus as Arcee and Bumblebee took off and started firing on the Vehicons. Two of his soldiers moved out of formation and turned around to go engage the Autobots perusing them. Megatron veered off as he turned and shot at the cliff-face up ahead, over shadowing the highway below. He shot a well-placed plasma cannon beam at the weakest part of the cliff, causing it to crumble and block off the Autobots from the human and his soldiers. Glancing down, he watched as Optimus, a large empty bed Semi-truck, used one of the rocks as a ramp and flew into the air, aiming himself to land on the other side until another shot knocked him off course and sent him flying as he transformed to the ground on his feet. Megatron transformed fifty feet above Optimus as he came crashing down overhead with his built-in sword swinging down in an arch at Optimus' head. Optimus rolled out of the way, knocking into some of the rock rubble as his own blades sprang forth from his arms and he activated his shielding mask over a majority of his face. "Megatron, why are you pursuing an innocent civilian?!"
A sneer overcame Megatron's features as he and Optimus circled each other. "Why, Optimus… So concerned you are for these annoying pests, but let me assure you that this human is by far from innocent." Megatron chuckled as he kept Optimus stalled for the moment.
"No human or other species is safe in your hands, Megatron. What makes this one so special that you would come here to ensure its capture?" Optimus narrowed his eyes in great suspicion.
"Why, I simply want to have a chat with this human, just like you have with your human pets. Or am I suddenly the only one who's not allowed to have one too?" Megatron remarked, somewhat in a coy tone and mannerism.
"Megatron, we both know that the only talking you do is the kind that extracts information you want out of creature, whether they are Cybertronian or not. Now…" Optimus pointed one of his blades at Megatron, "…Cease this pursue of the human. I will not allow you to harm another human or Autobot life."
"Then I guess our business is concluded then, Optimus…" Megatron said darkly as he bared his teeth and charged at Optimus, who also charged at him as well. There was a loud clang of metal bashing into metal as roars of challenge ushered forth from both mechs. They were both quite evenly matched as they attacked; Megatron with his heavy but fast moving reflexes that he had honed in the gladiator battles in Kaon and Optimus with his light and fast, but calculating speed that he had acquired over the years of battle. Elsewhere on the battlefield, Soundwave picked up movement from behind him as the Autobots, Arcee and Bumblebee started to catch up to Soundwave and the other Vehicons. Without pausing in his rational and quick logic, he dispatched Laserbeak from himself as the Cybertronian bird flew stealthy into the air and hovered close, but far enough behind from the two Autobots to engage in minor combat. He sent out a barrage of plasma shots at the two as they veered off in an attempt to avoid getting hit, but not enough to stop them from keeping up with the Vehicons. While that battle was going on, Soundwave sent out several messages to the command central room as he laid out specific and quick orders for two ground-bridges to be opened in two separate locations.
Soundwave to Command: Activate ground-bridge at [coded location] in 3.67 seconds over to location [Cell 23]. Send and prepare for extraction 3 Seekers. Over.
Command to Soundwave: Request confirmed. Relaying commands now. Over.
Soundwave to Command: Activate second ground bridge at [coded location] in 9.83 seconds over to location [Hallway 94 D]. Over.
Command to Soundwave: Second request acknowledged. Over.
A couple seconds later, a portal opened up right in front of the red mustang as it tried to swerve out of the way, but still it shot through the portal with the two Vehicons and Soundwave. But just before Soundwave had entered the portal as it was closing, he forwarded a message to Megatron and Laserbeak, informing them both of the second portal's location. As he went through, the portal closed immediately, blocking off the Autobots from following after them. He shifted and transformed, carefully landing as three Seekers and the two Vehicons trapped the red mustang in a tight formation as the human hid inside of it. Soundwave walked over to the red car, outstretching his robotic tendrils, and ripping the car's hood and glass off the body. The human inside crouched with his hands over his head as glass fell all around him, frantically looking around at the aliens that were after him. The cell door opened as the towering figure of Megatron filled the room. Soundwave didn't bother to look as he was preoccupied with extracting the human, which at the last moment jumped out of the tendril's reach and vaulted over the Vehicons that had trapped his car. The Seekers aimed their weapons on the human but a quick, barking command from Megatron deterred them.
"Do not shoot! We need this one alive." The human, quickly dodged the giant figure of Megatron, but truly, it had no place to run as Soundwave, quicker and calculating, snatched up the human and held him up so that he dangled in the air above by thirty feet. Soundwave sent out a small wave of electricity through his corded tendril until it hit the human, stunning him until he fell limp and unconscious in Soundwave's clutches. Megatron growled triumphantly, knowing that he had gained the prize he had sought out. "Never a mistake when you're on the job, Soundwave." Megatron commented approvingly. He turned and waved his hand to dismiss his soldiers. As soon as they had left, Megatron continued, "Soundwave, please take our guest to Knock Out and have him prepare a container of sorts so that when our guest awakens, I may ask him some questions…"
{As you wish, Lord Megatron.} Soundwave replayed an audio clip of Knock Out's voice. Megatron turned and left the cell, with Soundwave following him out as he went about in search of the doctor.
X X X
Knock Out was in his medic bay with Breakdown, who was helping to buff out a couple of dents and scratches from a fight he had earlier with one of the Autobots. Knock Out relied on Breakdown, who was bigger, strong, and taller than the small, petite Doctor and was more or less considered an assistant when it came to reaching the certain spots on Knock Out's back that he couldn't reach himself. Knock Out hummed happily to himself as he directed his partner to the spots he couldn't reach that needed proper tending to. "Ahh, yes… Just a little lower, and be careful not to push into that scratch or you might end up adding another dent to my perfect frame like last time, Breakdown." Knock Out said calmly, but irritably as he fretted over the prospect of another dent in his hull. Breakdown rolled his eyes and was about to continue on when the door beeped and Soundwave walked into the room. Knock Out glanced causally over at Soundwave, making note of the human dangling limply in one of his out stretched corded tendrils. He smirked at the sight as he looked on. "Well hello to you, Soundwave. Care to explain why you have a human with you?" He asked smugly, with a hint of dark humor on his mind.
"Probably got jealous of not having one himself. Those Autobots sure fancy those pets of theirs…" Breakdown commented behind Knock Out as he held the buffer tool in his other hand. He too was curious as to why Soundwave had a human with him, but decided to leave the question asking to Knock Out. Knock Out chuckled lightly, a grin on his features as he laughed at the thought of Soundwave being jealous. Soundwave didn't move nor did he show any emotion as he eerily stared at the two. He stood silently like a statue for a few moments before he "spoke":
{…Knock Out…please take our guest…and prepare…a container of sorts so that when our guest awakens, I may ask him some questions…} Soundwave replayed and edited out some of Megatron's command from earlier to Knock Out. Knock Out rolled his eyes in annoyance, but complied. Without bothering to look at his partner, Knock Out walked over to one of the stations and started to pick out some tubes and other items while he spoke.
"Breakdown, would you go get the bio-lock and air-filtration mechanism on the fourth shelf in my quarters to the left when you first enter…? It should be next to my buffing tools." Knock Out waved his hand at wherever his assistant was as he continued to pull out a few more items he needed to construct a device to hold the human in. Breakdown complied and left the room, bumping into a set of tools on a table as they clattered noisily onto the floor. "And watch where you're going, you big lump of metal!" Knock Out nagged aloud as he was left alone with Soundwave. He bent over to collect the tools on the ground, and soon after, began in earnest to work on assembling a long, bullet proof glass cylinder the size, width, and length of a small car. While he worked, Soundwave watched him work on the project at hand, keeping a steady but firm grip on the human. The sooner he didn't have to be in contact with the organic pest, the better, he thought. Knock Out added a bottom and top to the container as he fashioned one of the ends to open and close like a mechanical strainer at the push of a button on the side. He had just finished soldering the bottom and the top onto the glass container when Breakdown reappeared with two different devices in his hand. He handed them off to Knock Out, who without pausing, simply configured and snapped the pieces on together to create a container that could easily open and close, give the human plenty of air to breathe even if he was in outer space, allow for a mild but warm temperature to keep the human sustained, and could accommodate enough space for the human to rest in, stand in, and sit down in. As a finishing touch, he added a handle at the top that could fold and lock to the side if need be for extracting the human without getting in Soundwave's or Megatron's way. He smiled and admired his work before turning to look at Soundwave and grin.
"I believe this will work for what you need, Soundwave." Knock Out haughtily as he opened the container's top and out stretched it in Soundwave's direction. Without further prompting, Soundwave carefully placed that human inside the container as the human slumped onto the bottom of the container. Knock Out sealed it shut and snapped the handle out so that Soundwave could carry it without a problem. Soundwave extended the tendril out and grasped the handle firmly as he nodded to Knock Out and left the medic bay. Knock Out smiled, placing a hand on his hip as Soundwave left but he wasn't really happy; more like amusingly annoyed. "Never a 'thank you' or 'thanks' from that one. For all the work I do around here, no one seems to appreciate me." Knock Out complained loudly to his assistant, as he waved his hand in the air as walked back over to the same spot as before, before his buffing was interrupted. Breakdown, who just rolled his eyes as he grabbed the buffing machine, walked over to Knock Out.
"Yeah well, I wouldn't take it personal. We all know that Soundwave doesn't like to talk much, especially since he hates being here… On earth, I mean." Breakdown said as he swapped out the end on the buffer machine. Knock Out only chuckled as he hummed thoughtfully.
"Of course. Why, I remember when he actually used to talk much more, back on Cybertron anyways. Aaahhh, well…" Knock Out shrugged as his mind shifted onto another thought. "How peculiar for Lord Megatron to bring a human, of all creatures, aboard his ship…"
"Who knows what's on his mind nowadays. Personally though, I don't think Starscream is going to last much longer as our 'esteemed' commander after the stunts he pulled…" Breakdown muttered as he walked over to Knock Out and began to buffer out some of the dents and scratches again. Knock Out purred delightfully and appreciably.
"Hmm~ that'll put a kink in Starscream's goals and ambitions. Anyways, Breakdown, hurry up and finish getting my backside. I need to clean the underside of my wheels. I can feel the mud and the sand starting to rust away my perfect finish by the nanosecond!" Knock Out griped at Breakdown. His partner sighed, rolling his eyes as he continued on with his work.