Written and posted to dA a few months ago.
Transformers Prime belongs to Hasbro.
"Yeah, she's kinda domineering and the extra arms are weird, but... I find myself intrigued by her." If the soldier looked surprised at that, it wasn't because of what was said, but who said it. Breakdown was a little surprised himself. Was he really that petty?
Given that he felt a glimmer of satisfaction when he heard the spiteful growl and retreating pedes from a distance behind them, yes. Yes he was. It was Knock Out's own fault, after all, for making him so angry.
But later, after the Autobot raid, Breakdown is feeling guilty, so he seeks out the medic who made him so cross. And there he is, hunched over his lab equipment, analyzing a sample of some violently green substance.
The red Decepticon turns when the medbay doors open. Their eyes meet. Knock Out opens his mouth to speak, his voice overlapping with Breakdown's own.
"I'm sorry."