The cold, sterile atmosphere of the medbay was thick with tension. Megatron stood at the heart of the room, his towering frame casting a long shadow over the sterile medical equipment that stood ready, its gleaming surfaces reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights. His crimson optics glowed faintly, scanning every detail as his gaze fixed on the operating table, his mind focused solely on the task ahead. The Autobots were closing in, but none of that mattered now— he was determined to finish this. Anna would finally be removed from his system, and his experiment would proceed to the next phase.
Knock Out, standing nearby, adjusted the medical instruments with a steady hand, the soft hum of the equipment filling the room. Despite the professionalism in his movements, there was a palpable tension in his posture. He knew the gravity of the situation. The procedure he was about to perform was not one that could be done carelessly. Anna's body had been connected to Megatron's internal systems for far too long, and the risks were high.
"You're sure this will work?" Megatron's voice was low and calm, yet it carried an unmistakable edge that made it clear he wouldn't tolerate failure.
Knock Out turned toward him, his expression as steady as he could muster, his tone carefully measured. "It should, Lord Megatron. I've prepared the necessary equipment, but I must warn you—the removal is tricky. The human has been inside you for far too long; according to the scans, her body has integrated with your systems in ways we haadn't anticipated."
Megatron's optics narrowed, his expression hardening. "I don't care about your warnings. Do it. Now."
Unleashing a heavier sigh than likely intended, Knock Out reluctantly moved to the table where Megatron laid himself down on. The large Decepticon leader had positioned himself there willingly, knowing this was the only way to successfully extract Anna. He had been prepared to make this sacrifice, though the process was not without its dangers. The connection between Anna and his internal systems was no simple matter, and though he wasn't eager to be part of the procedure, he knew it was necessary.
The room felt eerily still as Knock Out worked quickly, activating a series of commands on the console. The sound of the medical equipment running final diagnostics on Megatron's systems was a constant hum in the background, but Knock Out's focus remained solely on his task. The internal interface had been designed to support Anna's removal, but even so, there was still a chance that the operation could go awry. The strain of the procedure, especially under such time pressure, made every move he made critical. He could only hope that his preparations would be enough.
"Begin," Megatron ordered, his voice devoid of any emotion as he remained motionless on the table, trusting Knock Out to perform the task at hand.
With a swift, practiced motion, Knock Out adjusted the operating equipment and began the delicate procedure to access Megatron's internal systems. The Decepticon leader's body remained perfectly still, an eerie calmness settling over him as Knock Out made the first incision, cutting carefully through his cybernetic skin to reach the chamber where Anna's fragile form remained. The process was slow—methodical—but precision was paramount. There was no room for error.
Knock Out continued his work, each movement precise, the room growing increasingly tense with the weight of the task at hand. He cut through layers of Megatron's internal circuits, finally exposing Anna's form. The sight of her, unconscious and fragile from the prolonged exposure to raw energon, filled him with a quiet sense of dread. Her body was a stark contrast to the steel-and-sparks world of the Decepticons.
Once Anna was fully detached, Knock Out gently moved her to a second nearby operating table, carefully hooking her up to the life-support equipment deigned for human use to stabilize her. Her vitals were weak, but she was still alive, her body fragile from the ordeal. Knock Out let out a quiet sigh of relief, one that was more out of instinct than genuine comfort.
His attention shifted back to Megatron, who remained motionless on the table. The procedure had been taxing on the Decepticon leader's body, and though he had endured, there were still signs of damage from the internal procedure. His optics were dim for a moment as he processed the damage. Knock Out could only imagine what it must feel like to have such an intense connection severed. A small flicker of empathy stirred within him, but he quickly buried it.
"Stay still, Lord Megatron," Knock Out instructed, a rare hint of concern in his voice. As his skilled hands worked to seal the incision where Anna had been removed, his focus sharpened, his tools flashing with precision. The familiar tasks were done swiftly, yet there was a heaviness to the operation that he could not ignore. Megatron's systems were intricate, far more so than most other Decepticons, and the strain of housing Anna had left a lasting mark.
"Your systems are in decent shape," Knock Out murmured, finishing the last incision and sealing the damage. "Though I'll need to run diagnostics to ensure everything is back in full working order." He took a step back, studying his handy work before placing the tool back with the rest. "But, for now, you're all patched up, My Lord."
Megatron's optics flickered to life, and he slowly sat up from the operating table, flexing his hands as though reacquainting himself with his own body. "Good," he said, his voice low and steady, but the usual menace lingered, a constant reminder of who he was. "Now, it is time to see if the experiment was a success. Prepare for the next step. Do not let her die just yet. We still have much to test."
Knock Out nodded, but his gaze lingered on Anna's fragile form, uncertainty clouding his thoughts. He wasn't entirely convinced that this would end well. "Understood. I'll monitor her progress closely."
As Megatron turned toward Anna, his gaze cold and calculating, Knock Out could sense the shift in the room. The experiment was still in its early stages, and though Anna remained unconscious and weak, Megatron's fixation on her was far from over. The Autobots still posed a threat, but Anna's role in Megatron's plans was far more important than any interference they could provide. The experiment would continue, for better or worse—whether Anna survived it or not.