A/N: Sorry for the long Author's Note yesterday, but I've been a bit stressed lately and the flamers made me crankier. XD
As I stated yesterday, today is the start of NaNoWriMo, so I'll be posting when I can, but don't be expecting too much. I'll also try to keep up with responding to reviews and PMs as often as I can!
Response to Anonymous Reviewers:
PurpleNinja: Crap, my cover has been blown! XD Yes, I am an artist myself, but I'm a horrible painter. That was more of my grandpa's thing, though I have enough paints to last me for a couple hundred years. Sketching and woodburning is more of my specialty, which is partially how I make my living. Did I make it obvious that I was an artist? ^^;
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime, just the random OCs and plot rainbows I barf out.
Chapter Eighty-One: Minding His Own Business
Of course nothing was simple. Here Knock Out was, minding his own business as he poked around looking for a supply of Energon before he reported to the Nemesis, when the Optimus Prime shows up with humans! Not that the humans concerned him, mind you, but they were horribly easy to squish and he had recently discovered that blood was surprisingly difficult to get out of his interior. No, he was more concerned with how he was to escape the Prime unnoticed and unscathed.
But then the answer had come when a familiar head of curly, pumpkin orange hair appeared.