Doctor Feelgood.
"Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin'you (…)"– Robert Palmer "Bad case of lovin' you".
Warnings: cheesy doctor jokes.
Timing: my very own Beauty of the Beast Prime timeline.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story's plot and OC's © me. There may be some OC's that aren't mine – they belong to their respective creators.
Recruit.
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Kaon. Wartime, shortly before exodus.
Physical exam of new soldiers was a duty that all military doctors on both sides of the conflict had to perform at some point. And all doctors were military doctors during war. Knockout lost count of just how many soldiers he examined, all standard procedures that were 80 per cents of bureaucracy and 20 per cents of actual physicals.
New batch of Vehicons freshly out of boot camp just reached Kaon HQ and it was physicals' day for medical staff. Knockout wished he had a day off. The war wasn't going as well as it should, energon was running short and Autobots were up to something. Batches of Vehicons were smaller and smaller each time, this one was only one quarter of the initial number but medics were in short supply too.
Knockout just called in his last Vehicon, just this one and he'd be free. He picked a tablet to fill the form before doing the actual examination. The soldier that entered was a ground pounder as most of the Vehicons Knockout dealt with. He himself was a grounder; someone probably thought it would be best to send him the same frame type as his own. KO didn't really care.
"Rank, designation and gender." Knockout asked in bored tone of someone who asked the same question countless times.
"Private 6A – V1 – N01), mech." The Vehicon answered obediently.
Knockout asked few more questions and noting the answers in the chart. And then came the last question.
"Have you ever participated in any accident?" KO asked. If anyone would ask him this question was ridiculous, these were fresh Vehicons, what accidents they could have?
"Yes." Came a firm reply.
"Come again?" Knockout's optics rounded. That was new. "What kind of accident?"
"We were flying in the transport craft and went into a tunnel." The Vehicon started.
"And it crashed?" Knockout guessed.
"No, nothing like that. Instead of one cute femme I accidentally kissed my sergeant." The Vehicon admitted.
TBC.
1) Yes, the 6A – V1 – N0, the one known as Gavin the pervy Vehicon.