I've had an extremely bad day, and I decided to do something productive with my life. There's probably a trillion of these, but I'm doing my own, because I need to work out some aggression, and I had this first piece laying around, and Nightbird's scene with Sunny and Sides requires too much effort, and won't be nearly gory enough.

If I have to tell you why I have rated this M, you need to think about your life. Hint: Fragging robot gore. Everywhere.

Many of my fellow Decepticons see me as little more than a vain, shallow flat-rater*. Listening to the chatter in the corridors, you'd think I spend all of my time in front of a mirror. That the only mental state I know is self-obsession. But that's just not true.

I'd felt nothing but hatred for the creature, and, though I truly hate to admit it, I was enraged at Lord Megatron himself for allowing it to exist, even he had called it an abomination. But I could do nothing about it. Not until he came to me before the defeat...

**
I had been fuming all day, and it seemed that Lord Megatron knew it. He came into my Medical Bay while I was repairing a frame welder.

"Knock Out, I fear that our new... ally... may fail us after all."

I went off before I could stop myself. "What was your first clue?! It's nothing but an abomination, and I am appalled that you have allowed it to live!"

I suddenly realized what I'd said, and took a step back, lowering my gaze to my workbench and gripping the edge of it. Rather than punish me for my blasphemy, as I expected, he did something as uncharacteristic as Soundwave deciding to burst into song.

"It's all right, Knock Out."

I swear, I heard something crack from the speed at which my head snapped up. "Sir?"

"I once had a small gambling problem, Doctor, and occasionally, it comes back to haunt me. I occasionally make mistakes. CyLAS is one such case. Soundwave informs me that he may not be able to maintain control of Project Damocles much longer, and should the device be destroyed, CyLAS will have nothing left to offer to our cause. You recall your earlier request, I trust?"

"No, sir."

He lifted his hand, holding a transmitter flat on his palm, which was projecting a life-sized holographic image of Soundwave's visor. "Soundwave, remind Knock Out of his request on the bridge."

I watched the image of myself pointing viciously at the creature, then extending my rotary saw, hearing my voice distorted by Soundwave's recording.

"This is the human that dissected Breakdown! Please, my liege, allow me to return the favor!"

"Oh. That one. What of it, my Lord?"

"I've decided to grant it. If, and when, Damocles fails, you shall have your chance to... 'return the favor'."

Doctor's Note: For those of you who don't know, "flat-rater" dates back to the days on Cybertron when there were cheap, illegal clinics run by unskilled mechanics and bodywork technicians, advertising to the masses who could not afford quality medical care.