the-scrappy-stinger:

totally-an-autobot-clone:

mightymegatron:

Knock Out turns his head, taking Bumblebee’s sting blast on the already injured side of his face.  It hurts, but he has become used to pain lately.

The sound of Megatron’s cannon charging fills him with alarm and a confusing rush of what might be nostalgia if the memories were pleasant.  For a moment Knock Out is lucid enough to question his life choices and take a step back towards the door.  Discretion is the better part of valor, he thinks, and There are other minibots in the world, after all, and Does Smokescreen really NEED any more puzzles?

And then Megatron says three little words that whip Knock Out into a blind fury.

“LIAR!” he bellows, his good optic wide and crazed, the other bleeding freely as he charges. The medic is frothing with hatred at the blasphemous thought of Lord Prime–so strong, so cunning, so perfect–falling to this unworthy Decepticon.

(Bee kicks open the cage and plummets down, thankfully landing on his feet. He climbs Megatron’s back as quick as he can with his good hand out of commission. He makes it to the back of Megatron’s head, peeking out from behind the warlord.) 

He can’t take hits to the chest but he’s gone crazy over the last month so that might not help.

Megatron takes a defensive stance, snarling as he jams his knee upwards to meet the charging medic’s abdominal plating, forgoing the cannon at such point-blank range. The saw blade catches the thick armor of his forearm, but the practiced warrior barely flinches at such a shallow wound, and instead uses his arm to fling the medic away again. 

“Stay down, Knockout. I am not in a forgiving mood,” the warlord growled. He turned to the door, and strode towards the swirling green of the hallway, disregarding his damaged opponent.

the-scrappy-stinger:

totally-an-autobot-clone:

mightymegatron:

It’s not a matter of the blow catching Knock Out by surprise so much as the blow being too fast to dodge and too strong to stop.  The medic crashes against the wall, his left optic–already weakened by Bumblebee’s punches prior to capture–shattering with the impact.

Everything hurts, his face and his chest and his pride, and he hardly needs the alien coding to whisper Decepticon! Enemy enemy enemy! into his willing audial.

He stands slowly, paint dull, side dented, energon oozing from his shattered eye.

“He’s mine.”  His sense of reality shifts, and so does the subject of the pronoun.  “I fought Lord Prime for him, and I’ll fight you.”  His buzzsaw flips out.  “I fought Lord Prime and I won.”

Don’t you DARE touch him!

(Bee deploys his remaining stinger and shoots for Knock Out’s head.) 

Megatron, let me out!

The sword comes back out, but to slice through the cage bars, creating an opening. Knockout’s saw spinning to life captures his full attention, and he takes stock of the medic. Something is clearly off, especially if he’s attempting to stand and fight even after being slammed against a wall. Stepping between Bee and his captor, Megatron’s blade switches out for his charging cannon.

“So did I.”

the-scrappy-stinger:

totally-an-autobot-clone:

mightymegatron:

This would be an ideal place for Knock Out to chime in dramatically with a statement like ‘Yes, a Knock Out did it,’ but he’s so surprised at seeing Megatron on the ship that he just stands in the doorway and gapes.

“What are you doing here?”   He can hardly process seeing Megatron here.  Unless–did Teal betray him?  He is a Decepticon, after all.  The logical thing to do would be to back off and hide from Megatron.

But being reprogrammed by Lord Prime does not leave a bot much room for logic.

“That’s my minibot,” Knock Out growls, pointing at Bumblebee.  “Get your own.”

YOU’RE HERE!

(Bee tries to stand up, he’s so happy, but he just slams into the top of the cage and falters until he’s crammed onto his knees much like before.) He just APPEARED out of nowhere and he threw a chair at me and I’ve been in here since YESTERDAY and he says he’s gonna make a puzzle out of me and he’s been talking about it like it’s some noble self-sacrifice but he just wants to twist me into little shapes and give me to his boyfriend! 

(grabs at the cage with the hand he broke punching Knock Out over and over again) Please please PLEASE get me out of here!

The imposing gladiator turns to face Knockout, glaring down at him while Bee raves in the background. Retracting his sword momentarily, Megatron swipes the medic away with the back of his servo. 

“He belongs to no one!!” the warlord belows, stalking towards Knockout again. “I did not destroy every enemy that stood in my way to let my fellow mechs be kept as slaves!!”