#illustriousdocknockout

[weaimtomaim]

illustrious-doc-knock-out

Sometimes it was nice to just drive around, explore the area, see the sights. Granted, there wasn't anything too interesting where Swindle currently found himself. In fact, the intersection he was stopped at was practically deserted. 

Not that he minded. Swindle was just content with not getting saddled with patrol duty alongside Vortex and Brawl. Now that would've been cause for a headache.

But then, a red car pulled up beside him at the light, and the energy signal coming from it was no doubt one of a Cybertronian. So much for a quiet afternoon. 

Swindle connected his commlink to an open channel, ::Please tell me you're a 'Con or neutral, Red. I really don't wanna spend time dealin' with an Autobot.::

[ace-rookie]

illustrious-doc-knock-out started following you Hi, Knockout.  Should I be worried?

[protectobotmedic]

Reaction Meme: 00:00:00 //because the last one was fun

First Aid had been monitoring his countdown since he was first activated.

Finding one’s spark mate was an exciting thing– at least, that’s what he had been told.

And then the war came and consumed his life. But he still kept an optic on it from time to time, check to see if he would get any closer.

So far, no.

Until Aid met the Decepticon medic. His timer started acting strangely around Knock Out, going into odd fluxes and glitches.

Until one day:

00:00:00

First Aid looked up with wide optics behind his visor.

… Knock Out was his spark mate?

[theconwiththegrr-blog]

illustrious-doc-knock-out started following you

"Oh, Knock Out. I didn't expect to see you here."

[triggerhappyjerk]

✆ //If I'm not too late for this

Send a ✆ for a distressing call from my muse.

Simply put, he was a mess. Things had quickly gone sour when a train of new hunters showed up unexpectedly with heavy artillery. Crosshairs’ only saving grace for the unexpected encounter was that it occurred during a rainstorm and humans were not that adept at fighting during such weather conditions. Being an enhanced being, the water aided him somewhat in giving the agents the slip.

The damage was done however. He was shot up to the nth degree and his insides were burning from the smaller guns’ new tricks. Cold water acted as a little balm to the searing he felt inside as he tucked himself under an abandoned warehouse overhang. His vents expelled puffs of pained air as he gasped and gritted his dentae. Energon flowed freely from  two gaping wounds on his side and right leg.

He was in bad shape and he opened a communication line to the first that appeared. Data net scrambled, Crosshairs wasn’t focused on who he’d summoned to listen to his warning. ::Humans huntin’ in the area… location: southbound off Riverstate…:: The gunner tried valiantly to hold back on the pained sounds that were itching to escape. ::Tried to engage but more of’em bastards k–knngh… kept comin’.::

His words were becoming alarmingly quieter till they stopped all together. ::Caught me by surprise. Bloody… a-holes…:: 

[wily-red-and-galeforce-gold]

Sides: "There's a point." =D

[rustedservos]

+illustrious-doc-knockout

::This is Ratchet, CMO of the Lost Light. State your emergency.::