Who? Someone is trying to contact me?
- Screams?
Oh No. Who gave him my contact?? It was the Prime wasn't it! That traitor!
- Screams I know you opened the line, I can hear the background sounds.
ScRaP. KnockOut is asking who I'm talking to.
- *sigh* WheelJack~ to what do I owe this call?
My medic dramatically gasps at the mention of an Autobot name, like we haven't talked to them face to face.
- Well now, you don't have to be like that, I'm going to be civil. I can manage that.
Can you?
- I was interested in hearing about why you let me go?
why I let him go? It was useless, escape was inevitable. The unqualified mechs would be lucky to scratch his armor.
- It would not have achieved anything to attempt to interrogate you, only wear on my patience. I would prefer not to waste my time like that.
My medic's incessant questions cease, instead he eyes me curiously. Who says expressions lack communication, not my medic.
WheelJack cackles, it's nice to hear someone can appreciate the humor in my suffering.
- Hehe, Wow alright. I did not expect that. Whheheh..Damn, you really know how to surprise a guy.
- *audibly tired sigh* I aim to please~
My medic stares in the way only a medic could. I've alerted my doctor I'm tired. He'll never let me be. I've doomed myself.
- Huh. So you, uh, knew it wouldn't work?
Uugh, this subject. I would like it, if I could explain it! There is a distinct lack of understanding unfortunately Primus doesn't tell me why!...
The well groomed four wheeler seems to materialize next to me, he pats my shoulder. Prick. He's lucky I managed not to flinch.
- ya still there?
Primus I need a century long sleep.
- Am I to believe the Prime has not told you already?
- Yep, he said "If StarScreams deems it you will hear it from him, I will not violate his right to privacy." In his all mighty Prim-ee way.
- Pfhehe, did he now? He intends to repsepct my privacy? How sweet.
KnockOut looks shocked to hear me laughing, not snickering deviously or cackling about a plan to rid the world of Megatron. I would surmise that is because I was in survival mode. There was no time to enjoy things.
- Oof. I take it you aren't into his, uh, affection?
- I feel it is wasted on me. Why be aware I have any mind when I am your enemy?
There's a soft chuckle I can hardly imagine being produced by the wrecker.
- What precisely makes you our enemy?
--
- Cause ya aren't really attacking us, and you left the Decepticons. So what makes you our enemy?
...I
I don't... We haven't...but...
This isn't..
When..when did I stop being an enemy..?
- Ya good there?
That's the same question KO is asking me. I was only hyperventilating a little, I won't implode. It's only a minor inconvenience.
- I..don't suspect I took the time to understand I am no longer the enemy.
- Well hey, now you can be a scientist again!
excuse me?
- Why do you know I was a scientist?
My medic's grin is bigger than I've ever seen, if he wasn't aware I have technical knowledge, he is now. Primus save me.
- Uh, same school? Where would I have learned all I know about tech?
- A scrap yard?
- Ha Ha, very funny. I was there, when you were learning about the molecular structure of energon.
- You would have me believe that we attended the same school?
- B-wHu? I have the documents to prove it!..Your just messing with me aren't you..
No, maybe, yes. Absolutely, why not?
- Aaandwhy haven't you been utilizing your abilities?~ I'm certain the Autobots could benefit from a skilled engineer.
- ..Somehow when you say skilled it sounds like you don't mean it. They don't need me.
What a pitiful thing to say, pitiful, and wrong. From what I remember, this wrecker can build weapons, ships, antidotes and this isn't enough?
- What would have you believe you aren't useful to them? They could certainly use a scientist, they are lacking many things.
I am relieved at last, my..my? HowLonghaVeIbeenSayingmy??
The medic, has left the room. I presume to tell his partner to set up the medical room.
- ...did you just compliment me?
- It's just the facts. They don't have a mechanic such as yourself.
- You really aren't the same mech.
Once I finish my call KnockOut and BreakDown lead me to the (rejuvenation room) medical room. They tell me to lie down, while they connect me to the monitors.
We don't have time for this.
My wings high and close together twitch every few minutes, I feel full of static, energy but lethargy, a terrible contrast. I can't seem to calm down. My-The medic is getting more concerned, he glides to my side."Star, dear? would you mind if I tried something?"
Depends on the something. He motions to my wings..
I..he is my medic, no one will know how I refer to him, I shrug, as well as one does while laying. My..medic makes his way towards my wings with a buffer. As soon as the buffer touches my wing I'm back on Cybertron, with my brothers...
My brothers...
I feel a searing pang in my spark..I'm...I didn't get the time to mourn them..
SkyWarp.. ThunderCracker..
My eyes burn, I know I'm crying.
I really couldn't care.
Of all the things, the war just hadto take my brothers? I wipe at my face haphazardly, I had power and all the energon you could ask for, but the war took my brothers?!
I press my palms as hard as I can into my eyes, I need something other than my thoughts right now, I didn't even..
..What was the last thing I said to them?...
I can't even remember.
What kind of brother am I if-I can't even..I'm
I take slow shaky breaths, my face is soaked in tears, my medic and his partner are crushing me with a hug. It only makes my tears come back. Both KO and BreakDown make to release the hug, I won't let them.
I Am Not Losing These Ones!
Not this time.
"...Did I hurt you?" This is the first time I've heard KnockOut sound so meek. They think my wings hurt? I clean my tears as well as I can. "You didn't hurt me..I just..."
Every time I think of them..it feels like our spark bond is shattering again. It makes my eyes ache, it's as if my core is overheating. Like electricity burning my spark, how the energon in me doesn't ignite I can only ponder.
My breaths are uneven.
I whisper, my voice cracks, "..I miss my brothers..." Maybe if I don't say it loud enough it-they won't...
I feel like I'm being strangled by sorrow.
I can't see through the tears now, my wings are limp on my back, the wrecker and his partner stand hesitantly. "..Do you want to talk about it?"
My panic and lethargy are replaced by fatigue. I can only minimally shake my head, if I feel that pain again I don't think I can keep awake. I still don't..
I harshly run my hands down my tear soaked cheeks, gross, let out a concerningly long breath. My medic agrees. "If I..think about them again I'm going to shut off.. I appreciate you asking though."
"I don't have to-"
"That isn't what I said...I'm..."
KnockOut's POV:
Oh.
I am amazed.
No, not amazed. I'm vehemently distraught. I knew StarScream would break down at some point..hehe BreakDown. I wouldn't have thought I'd be..comforting him.
-or the reason he finally broke!
I mean, all I did was buff his wings! Now he's shutoff! "BreakDown. BreeeakDown. What do we do?? Whaaat Do Weeee Dooooooo???"
My dear sweet partner, shushes me.I'm going to remove all of his last digits in his sleep.
Our current leader, the one and only Commander StarScream, Prince of Vos, Fastest jet in his fleet, is passed out cold. After having a breakdown over..his brothers. It hadn't even crossed my mind that he used to have an entire flock..That surly hasn't helped his health.
Mental or otherwise.
Dear me, even in his sleep he looks pained by worry. We've chose quite the leader now haven't we. I huff happily, I won't have to worry about him moving while I'm buffing!
"You're totally thinking about how you get to buff his new body without all the nervous twitching." Others would think BreakDown is all work and no play, that deviously smug smirk'll tell you otherwise. "I will neither deny nor confirm." My wrecker guffaws, he's scrambling to cover his mouth. Lucky us..our leader isn't lightly napping.
..I won't go for the wings, not just yet.
I start at his chest, it's clear that he hasn't been taking very good care of himself, and this body is so nice.. Really, what was I to think when the Decepticon's second in command calls me to be his personal medic? I couldn't have said no now could I?
I Would Never, there is too much interest in that offer. I move the buffer to his midsection.
Then he goes and warns me about an event yet to happen? Now I Can't Leave. I Have to know how he knew. But..I get closer to my commander, he's not rude to me or my partner. What then?.. Last but not least, the red jet almost dies.
My eyes linger on scratches I hadn't noticed.
He ends up in the hands of the enemy. In their medical bay. Treated by their medic, and I realize that I'm jealous.
Now I Can't Leave.
Next his arms, so obviously I have to fallow his lead. Megatron's lost his processor to the purple crystal, Arachnid's fighting for all the power, and SoundWave's trying to keep it all together. What better time to leave?
Me and BreakDown make a plan, we'll fake being captured or offed while out at a mine. We know that SoundWave can find us if he wanted to, he could tell Megatron, but will he? Our bets won out. We escaped, unfortunately we had forgotten we had no idea where our new leader was staying.
Now his legs, like he heard our dismay, StarScream descended, landed, he lead us to a crashed ship. Our sanctuary.
A wing flicks, I halt the buffer a moment. He makes no more movements, should I cuff him to the bed?
Heh.
I return to buffing. At this point we've left the Decepticons with a qualified Primus given seer. We are no longer enemies with the Autobots, so this is it? We win?
..According to Star?
Wenever get a break.
He's a bit dramatic...
-Alright, he's right, we don't get breaks. We survive one threat to survive another, and so on and so forth..
His wings begin to shake, that's not great, I have but one solution. I hope this ends better than last time. The buffer touches his wing, nothing, no huge violent hissy reaction, he calms down. Ah. Okay. Good.
That's...that is good. BreakDown is wide eyed as surprised as me at how that went.
'Guess our leader can't think about his deceased brothers while unconscious. That is the saddest sentence I've ever had the displeasure of thinking. My wrecker isn't much better, the big softy. He wipes a tear from his eye.
The war has taken so many.
We've all lost someone.
