#knockoutsapprentice

[captainseamech]

Starter for @knockoutsapprentice

          Usually, High Tide never get invited to these kind of meetings. And once again there he was at the Elite Guard’s base, one of the most respected guards from Autobots. When Ultra Magnus finished his speech, he presented the rescue units from the team one by one and ended the meeting, letting the younger ones socialize with all the others more experienced in the area. 

          That was... A bit awkward to say the least. The younglings passed by him and asked for autographs from the ocean mech, maybe for another reason aside from being recognizable. He noticed a young femme approaching him by the corner of his optic, making him adjust his posture for a more formal one.

        “Oh, hi there. How may I help ya?”

[followingprotocol]

Stretcher didn't mind enforcers. They surely made life easier. Except when it came to weapons policies. "Can't you ease up on it this once? The blaster is a physical piece of me." It legitimately mounted and was controlled by her targeting subprograms. Currently it was hanging on her hip however, not in use.

“Very well, if it cannot be removed then it must simply be rendered inert for the duration of your visit.”

[break-downn]

+ (Stretcher) Wants to talk.

Breakdown was very much used to getting injured in the war so with smaller injuries he stopped noticing them as much and would sometimes forget to get treated, right now was one of those times as he just went about his usual work despite having an injury which he hadn’t even noticed yet.

@knockoutsapprentice

[best--strategist]

Stretcher stood at the counter of the medbay. She was edging her way towards the door. Hopefully spin would be gone for a little while longer. She was bored! Where was Misfire when you needed him!?

The sound of footsteps outside the medbay door and they’re approaching quickly. Once they get to the door they stop for a long moment before the door opens as quietly as possible. Misfire steps in backward keeping his optics out to the hall before the door closes and he give out a sigh of relief and stands up straighter. 

Turning around his calm posture immediately leaves him as he lets out a startled squawk and he jumps back upon seeing stretcher. “Stretcher! Hi! Didn’t see ya there for a second.” He instantly calms down again as he begins looking around the medbay’s cabinets. “How’re ya feeling?”

[panickedforcefield]

"Thick thighs save lives teebs!" She's gonna poke him. She had snuck up on him during his patrol!

Trailcutter looks down at himself, mustering his thighs and then looking back up at Stretcher.

“You think I have thick thighs? Really? And here I thought Drift’s were thicker. Primus must have blessed him with Healer equipment.”

[overdorklord]

There's a soft, blonde haired cutie looking up from where she was perched on the tabletop. "Hi overlord!"

A human?? Here? Who--Oh hold on a moment there. A human speaking fluent Cybertronian, like that? Who knew his name and didn’t just in fear seeing him? And then that voice.

«Chiller, tiny lady!»

Overlord moved his helm forward, looking at her from close. «Hey, how elegant!» elegant, yes. Pretty!

[red-in-revolt]

There's a huff from stretcher. She's got her helm turned out of reach of the person before her's hands. She's avoiding opening her mouth too. She's going to continue to deny the fact that she may or may not have almost dug into their energon line with her fangs. ::"You're just imagining things. You know I don't do that slag!":: (Vampire AU time 😁)

Redstrike rose a brow and tilted his head before he smiled at her. “Mm-hm. Well, do keep in mind that I am a fragile thing.” he teased, shaking his head and chuckling as he got up. “Perhaps you should see Batgotti...he has also known a talent for ‘that slag’.” he mused as he got up. 

[medikitontour]

SMOL. *HUG*

“BIG!” she cheers, arms wide open and a blinding smile on her faceplates.  Her arms wound around Stretcher as best as she can, chirr-clicking happily into the bigger femme.