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Long Standing Problem
There had been a problem, one in which two Cybertronians met once a vorn to try to settle. Yet no matter how much they thought, planned and came up with tests, they simply couldn't find the solution to such a long standing problem.
It had started long before the war started and regardless of what had happened, they were determined to settle it, as so long as they lived. Even if one were to offline, the other would have no choice but to find the solution, even if the answer was biased and in no way accurate.
Knockout waited patiently for his rival to appear. It was getting late and the Autobot still hadn't arrived yet. Sure they could get in trouble with their leaders for holding this secret meeting, but slag it all to the pits, Knockout didn't care. This was too important.
Mirage entered the well-lit building that had been acquired by Knockout this time around. It was the Decepticon's turn to choose a meeting point after all. Mirage looked pleased with himself. "Knockout, my dear boy, I finally found the solution to which of us is the most beautiful."
"And what would that be Mirage?" Knockout crossed his arms, skeptical that after all this time; Mirage would be able to figure something out.
Mirage grinned, answering as if it were the most simple and obvious thing in the world. "Why we simply ask a bot who has not tastes whatsoever who he prefers."
Knockout thought it over. Mirage was definitely onto something. "And that would be?"
"Gears."
"Mirage, why's there a Decepticon on the base?" Gears questioned, wondering why it was that Knockout was walking around with Mirage.
"Gears, my dear boy, we need to know which of us you prefer." Mirage answered calmly, completely ignoring the question.
Gears stared at the two, taking everything into careful consideration, even going as so far as to circle each of them individually, getting a good look before abruptly answering. "Neither."
"What?!" Knockout and Mirage protested.
"You're both ugly." Gears responded, looking mildly bored.
Knockout glared down at the minibot, "If not us, then who?"
Gears leaned to one side, looking down the hall past them and spotting an approaching figure. "Cosmos."
Knockout and Mirage spun around, optics wide, mouths hanging open in shock as Cosmos came towards them, green plating covered soot from his latest mission.
Cosmos waved, a pleasant smile on his faceplates.
Mirage twitched. How could it be that Cosmos was more beautiful than him, a towers mech? That green plating had nothing on the fine quality of his blue and white paintjob.
Knockout frowned. He should have known better than to trust Mirage's judgment. Even then, it was his expert, medical opinion that Gears had something wrong with his processor and should get it checked out.
There was no way that Cosmos, who was covered in scratches and positively filthy, could be more beautiful than him. Breakdown was a master with a buffer; to question Knockout's attractiveness would be an insult Breakdown's skills.
Knockout stormed out of the base, calling back to Mirage. "Frag your solution!"