Hmm something is still not right with this chapter but I am not sure what. Anyone who can help me out at all by Beta'ing for me would gain my endless thanks. Writing is something I love and work hard at...but that don't mean I am all that good. Gah enough with my own criticizing, thats what you the readers are meant to be doing.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Knock Out covered his audio receptors quickly as what sounded like some sort of alarm suddenly blasted around his quarters. Scanning for the source of the noise his red optics focused on the human femme, who was now not only online, but seemed to be initiating some sort of audio based defence system. The organic had been dumped on the floor of his private quarters along with the rest of his supplies as he transformed. Each item of which he was currently filing away into their correct storage container, but now she was pinned up against one of the walls, trying to pry one of the panels apart. Of course there was no way for her to accomplish such a task, not with her pathetic strength, she would not even be able to damage the walls, but the assault on the air around her proved to be far more effective. Who knew humans had this level of annoyance?
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Quickly realising that the noise she was making could quite likely be heard outside and in the other rooms Knock Out knelt down and raised both his hands to show he didn't have any weapons or anything to harm her (other than the fact that he was a giant, alien robot).
"I'm not going to hurt you." The Con said as gently as he could, which of course was much harder to do when all he wanted was to squash the little pest. To his suprise, Knock Out watched as the human suddenly went completely rigid while its optics appeared to grow by about two sizes. His scientific mind only had a few clicks to process this strange ability before...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The siren started again, but this time with even more force. High pitched screeching caused Knock Out to grind his gears and vent as his servos curled into fists.
"Frag this" he growled before pulling out his shock rod and turning the human 'off' with a quick jolt. She silenced immediately, while collapsing to the ground with a few spasms.
"Uhh thats better" he said with a sigh gently rubbing his helm to try and clear the residual ringing. The Doctor had not been expecting the human to do anything like that. Most of the humans he had been exposed to, at least in his bipedal form, either shot at him, ran away, or spewed out witty remarks in the case of the Autobot pets.
"Sir?" Knock Out turned with his staff pointed at the door before realising he was not under attack...yet. It was likely just one of the patrolling 'cons. Quickly moving to the door and sub spacing his weapon the doctor found himself correct in his assumptions and faced with three Eradicons, all looking a little confused.
"Yes. What do you want?" Knock Out folded his arms speaking in a sharp, 'I am not in the mood', tone. He needed to get this sorted out quickly, who knew when the little shrieking pest would wake up again, and Megatron would file his finish down with a rusty grinder if he found out a human had, deliberately, been brought aboard the Nemesis. However he couldn't be sure if the 'cons had heard the screaming or not, maybe they were here to see if they could get a spare part or...
"We registered screams coming from this sector. Is everything alright?"
"Ah...um, you see," so they had heard the screams. "I was buffing and I...chipped a bolt"
At his words all three Eradicons slowly seemed to find something very interesting to look at on either the walls, or the ceiling; anywhere in fact, other than at the doctor.
"Oh, yes. Of course. Sorry to disturb you sir." The door closed, and K.O. was fairly sure he was in the clear. Listening he could hear talking slowly die away as the patrol moved on, but thankfully, at least for the Eradicons, he was not able to hear what was being said. Needless to say there was going to be a certain recording that was going to be doing the rounds amongst the drones.
Turning back to glare at the crumpled human Knock Out noticed something worrying. Crossing the short distance across his room he leaned over the little organic and examine it, at least as best he could with his limited knowledge on the fleshling.
There was a yellow tinted fluid spilled onto the floor around the human's midsection.
Scrap. He must have caused some sort of hemorrhaging when it was zapped. Weird though. Knock Out's optics focused in as he frowned. Up until now he had only ever seen the humans leak red fluid, which worked the same as his own Energon flows. What was this then then? Was it used in joint movement like his hydraulic fluid?
Interesting. Knock Out stood up and tapped a long needle sharp on his lip while trying to see if he had any files that might help. Results came back negative.
With a ponderous 'hmm' the Doctor walked over to his personal terminal and accessed the humans internet to try and find out what had gone wrong. It was an annoying way to get information, and seemed far too focused on procreation of said species, but it had proved the most accessible way to gain information on this planet. Typing in a few key words the Decepticon waited for results.
Plasma. Bile. Vomit. Urine.
"Disgusting." Not wanting to see anymore Knock Out closed the terminal and reassessed his 'patient'.
"Organics are just bags of mush and bones." Urine seemed to be the most likely fluid, and thankfully it was a natural leakage. Which was good news as it meant that nothing should be broken, thus saving him from having to collect another specimen. The mess had to be cleaned up though, things had a habit of growing on areas that had collected any amount of organic matter and that was not something he wanted to deal with. Knock Out, however, found himself highly adverse to getting any of the expelled waste on him, or anything that leaked out of the meat bag for that matter.
Cybertronian fluids were fine, so long as they didn't stain, though on the whole he prefered to work cleanly. Many Decepticon medics had a habit of...making a mess, but that was just not Knock Out's style. How could anyone really enjoy their work with fluids getting in the way?
Looking around his supplies the Doctor tried to work out what he could use to clean up the mess. Normal cleaning fluids would likely dissolve the human, even at a diluted level. Plain water was probably his best bet and thankfully he always kept a good supply for use alongside the human cleaning products. On such a wet world it was not surprising that the native lifeforms had developed such strong ties to using the stuff though it did mean that there was far too much humidity in the air on this planet, causing a lot more cases of rust amongst the troops then normal. Rust, thankfully, was something he didn't have to worry about on the organic.
Getting one of the water containers down Knock Out now had the problem of just how he was going to do this. Retrieving his staff he nudged the organic as gently as he could, it groaned. If he tried to move her she would more then likely wake up, and zapping her into silence while submerged in water didn't seem like the best way to keep the organic alive. A thought suddenly struck him and he went back to his stores.
K.O. had a rather extensive range of chemicals in his possession, mostly for his own use, though some were for medical purposes. The particular one he picked up had quite interesting effects on humans, putting them into stasis when a small amount was used, offlining them in larger doses. It was collected a few years ago when the Decepticons had attacked a few scientific research posts to gather intel and chemical weapons - after all, why spend your time finding ways to wipe out a creature when it was far better at developing the methods itself.
With a small amount of the clear liquid ready in one of his spray canisters incase it was needed Knock Out picked up one of his cable forceps. He could get a much better grip on the human with these then he could with his own servers and the padded grip would not crush the fleshling into a messy gloop.
A few moments later saw Knock Out standing with a container of water in front of him and a human hanging from a pair of medical forceps. Its head was slumped to one side after having inhaled enough chloroform to keep her in her stasis but it was still functioning so had not been overdosed. Dunking the organic in the water proved to not really be a hassle, he even gave her a swirl around in the water to make sure the waste fluid had dissipated when he was sure that the movements would not counteract the induced stasis.
Clean...to a point, Knock Out now faced the problem of what he should do with a very wet organic. This particular one didn't have much in the way of covering, a thin length of woven fiber along the top, a thicker layer around the thighs and protection around its pedes, so most of the water ran off and back into the jar...which would have to be emptied and sanitized now. Knock Out was already starting to have doubts about this whole situation.
Deciding to combine his problems the doctor emptied the container down a drain, threw in a pile of old, but clean, microfiber cloths and then released the human into it all. Problem solve. The human would dry and he didn't need to spend any more time sorting it out. Switching the lid to ventilate and then making sure it was secure, Knock Out tapped the clear front a few times to insure the organic was still in stasis before placing his new 'pet' back onto the shelf and getting to the quick job of spraying cleaning fluids on the floor to rid his quarters of the mess.
Filthy. Had Knock Out known that he would have to deal with all of this he might have just ignored his sudden flash of inspiration back at the Auto store. Wasn't the whole point of getting a human to be that she would be keeping him clean - NOT the other way around. However it was here now, he may as well see what he could do with it while he had the chance.