Author's Notes - This is one of many short stories/drabbles that I either never finished or didn't really see fit to post. But since I really haven't posted anything substantial in god know how long, I figure why not. These will likely never be finished or given significant plot...unless you guys really like them. Either way, enjoy!

Disclaimer - If I really owned Transformers, what Knockout does in the story would have definitely been on tv.

Dissection

The begging stopped as soon as the restraints were clamped firmly in place. That's when the empty threats started.

"You're making a big mistake robot! When my colleagues realize what happened, they'll-"

"They will what human? Declare war on us? I highly doubt anything you humans have at your disposal could take ALL of us out. Now just lay back and relax. This is going to take awhile."

There were only a few moments of silence before the threats turned into a useless attempt at pleading.

"This robot, Breakdown right? He was your assistant? Let me go, and I will do the same! I will do anything you ask of me!"

Picking up a laser scalpel, Knockout calmly leaned on his former partners protruding chassis, making sure the functioning optic could see the tool clearly.

"Compelling argument, but I'm afraid it's not enough. See, Breakdowns skills with a rotary buffer just can't be matched. So it looks like I'm going to continue on with my original plan of tearing you apart, piece by piece."

Sliding his thin fingers under the giant chest piece, Knockout manually undid the latch that held the armour in place and waited for it to retract itself. And there, tucked away behind numerous wires and reinforcements, was his prize.

The human calling himself 'Cylas', glowering at him in a useless show of defiance, was going to be such a fun toy to break. Lowering the scalpel to start cutting through the thick metal bar housing the humans body, the doctor could only smirk as the humans face contorted to one of pure terror.

"I'd say 'nothing personal', but that would be a lie. For this is indeed VERY personal."

It didn't take long for the metal bar to give out and so, carefully lifting the bar out of the way, Knockout was finally able to fully see his prisoner. He had to suppress a gasp though, as to not give any satisfaction to the now exposed human.

Wires extended from all of Cylas's key joints and limbs, using the same cables that had once powered Breakdown's movements as well. A metal plate was also attached to his skull with the processor cables powering his brain. Much like Breakdown's right optic, the humans right eye was damaged. Whether that was part of the procedure to meld their bodies or not, Knockout didn't care. He'd never admit it, but the humans didn't do a half bad job conjoining the two. If it had been any other bot they'd acquired, he'd be more eager to study the more complex workings of the coexisting systems.

But this was Breakdown's body they had defiled. And he was going to make the human suffer dearly.

"What are you going to do to me then? Extract me from this body and crush me like the insect you believe me to be?"

Ah, so the human found his voice again. Chuckling darkly, Knockout put the laser scalpel down next to the other tools and picked up a pair of medical clamps. Moving some of the smaller cables out of the way, he now had a clear view of his prey. Grabbing his energon prod from where it had been leaning against the berth, he angled it downward and let it hover close to the humans chest.

"First I'm going to test you and Breakdown's reflexes. See, you may be connected to his body and mind, but you have no control over his spark. If there's even the faintest hint of a pulse, I'd detect it. And I'd be more than assured that there is a chance to save his very being."

Before Cylas could question what he meant by that, a painful shock reverberated from his chest and spread throughout his entire body. As hard as he clenched his teeth, he still couldn't contain the scream that left his throat. The electrifying sensation didn't last long, but his body felt too numb to even flinch away at the doctors sadistic poking.

Jabbing his finger into the humans said, Knockout studied the various expressions of pain, anger, and fear morphing across the humans face.

"So sorry, but I need to keep the pain receptors on for the entire procedure. Don't want you to miss out on all the glorious sensations."

A weak moan out of the human was his only reply. Well enough. The insect would be making much more noise later on.