The vehicon doesn’t have time at all to process the full horror of what happens next. One moment there’s an unwieldy vat resting on the edge of his usual work bench, and the next there’s vile-smelling, horrid yellow liquid covering everything--including him.
Kenny’s servo is already gone by the time the pain hits him. And then the metal of his peds is oozing away, sinking him towards the ground like a pile of ice that’s been doused in hot water. Or alternatively HORRIBLE BURNING, YELLOW ACID. Kenny gets one good scream out before the bit that splashed up against his chassis burns its way into his neck cables and silences the mech’s agony. The dissolving pile of metal that was once K3N-N13 gets a few last desperate flails in, trying to scrape the ravenous liquid off of himself as it sinks him to the floor. Wherever he touches it, his dermal metal sloughs off—then his internal cabling and endoskeletal structure. Anatomical components become thick, grey slime. Blue energon mixes with the yellow fluid, turning it bright green and then sickly brown. The mech’s helm is melted well melted through by the time the hull of his spark chamber is breached. Contact between the flammable sludge and the remainder of his life-force explode violently—splattering the burning muck across the room.
It takes less than a full klik from the time of the accident for the once-vehicon to be reduced to a flaming puddle. Kenny’s remains drip through a hole in the floor. The gaping maw where the acid ate its way through to lower levels. Cries of pain and alarm ring up from below where other mechs now find themselves experiencing milder, though nonetheless horrible, versions of the same plight.
A quiet “What the Hell?” echoes through the labs before Shockwave starts dumping neutralizing agent on the puddle, er, hole.
And then a ping to Megatron.
::There has been an accident in the lab.::
The warlord growls from his seat on the ground in the dark of his shared quarters. All of the recent goings on had his spark whirling in near-constant irritation that stung if it worked him up for long enough. The wound left by the Star Saber may never fully heal, but if it meant this level of pain from his daily routine, something had to be done about it. Sitting in darkness and focusing on the ventilation of his frame helped to keep him calmer.
Until of course, the next thing went wrong. Shockwave wouldn’t comm him if it wasn’t important. He stood and began down the hallway.
::I am on my way.::
Megatron's back up 