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Should I make vaguely horny art of tfp Breakdown?
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their episode title would be “break em’ out and knock em’ down” or some stupid shit like that
I know the Transformers fandom loves to Headcanon Override as another KOBD child but what if she was Knockout's older sister
Have we thought about that
💙 + ❤️ ----------- these are actually the designs for my first ever pin badges that I made for myself and a friend! super happy with how they came out!
more of them bc im lowk obsessed
i do love knock out but i love breakdown just as much. my baby my darling you did not deserve what happened to you
The long awaited sequel to this
Soundwave had noticed the pattern long before anyone else.
Increased absences. Half-hearted reports. Missions abandoned for vague “personal reasons.”
The data streams didn’t lie — Knockout, Breakdown, Dreadwing, and Starscream were no longer fully devoted to the Decepticon cause.
He replayed surveillance logs, cross-referenced energon expenditure, and mapped travel coordinates.
Three locations appeared again and again.
Canada. Japan. Jasper, Nevada.
His visor flickered cold blue as he tapped into Earth’s communication satellites, hijacking security cameras and drones in the target areas. His silent patience was rewarded: there they were — each warrior in secret company with a human.
Without a word — as always — Soundwave stalked to the command bridge and displayed the evidence.
Megatron turned slowly from the war table. His crimson optics narrowed as the images rolled: Knockout’s casual stroll beside a human girl; Dreadwing handing some shiny trinket to a child; Breakdown crouched to talk with a boy; and, most damning of all, Starscream loitering far too close to a teenage girl in Japan.
Silence fell… until Megatron’s lip curled in disgust.
Especially at Starscream.
“Unacceptable,” he growled. Then, louder, the fury in his voice shaking the metal floor: “Unacceptable!”
He brought one claw down on the console. Then another. In a matter of seconds, control panels sparked and shattered from the force of his rage. Soundwave stood motionless, screens flickering around him.
Finally, in a cold, quiet voice that carried more weight than his earlier roar, Megatron turned to his spymaster.
“See to it that our traitors are… distracted.”
His optics burned like molten metal.
“I will handle this… myself.”
Soundwave inclined his head in obedient silence, fingers flying over the console as he transmitted a single message to the four mechs:
“Autobot activity detected: Redwoods Forest.”
And like bait reacting to a hook, Knockout, Breakdown, Dreadwing, and Starscream departed the Nemesis at once — leaving their human companions behind.
Megatron’s smirk was all teeth and cruelty.
Japan – Jessie
In a small mountain town, Jessie Sato stood outside her family’s home, hearing the distant whine of a jet engine.
“Starscream?” she murmured hopefully, shielding her eyes to watch it approach.
As it crested the peaks, she frowned.
No… the shape was bulkier, more menacing.
“Maybe… Dreadwing?” she wondered.
She was wrong. Dead wrong.
The jet transformed in midair, slamming into the earth so hard the ground trembled beneath her feet. Dust and pebbles danced in the shockwave.
Jessie took a step back, staring up at the towering silver warlord now before her.
“Who… who are you?”
He smirked down at her — a cruel, humorless curve of jagged metal.
“I… am Megatron. Lord of the Decepticons, and future ruler of this pathetic planet.”
Jessie’s eyes widened. The stories Starscream had told — his near-paranoid glances over his shoulder — suddenly made sense. She now understood why the Seeker sometimes arrived at her home battered, scorched, barely standing.
“You’re Megatron?!”
“Yes,” he said darkly. “And just when I think Starscream cannot sink to further levels of disgrace… he finds a way.”
“He’s not pathetic,” Jessie protested. “He’s… dramatic. And—okay, maybe a little pathetic—but it’s an endearing kind of pathetic!”
Megatron laughed. It was a sound like grinding steel.
“Child,” he said, voice dripping with disdain, “there is no such thing as endearing pathetic… least of all from Starscream.”
Jessie turned and bolted. She barely made three steps before his fingers closed around her like an iron cage.
“Let me go!” she shouted, struggling.
“How ironic,” he mused, lifting her effortlessly, “that one with such spirit would befriend the most cowardly Decepticon in Cybertronian history.”
“If you hurt me,” she snapped, “they will come after you so fast—”
“That,” he replied smoothly, “is the plan.”
Jessie’s stomach dropped.
With one motion he transformed, sealing her inside his cockpit. The canopy locked shut, and the Decepticon warlord roared into the skies.
Canada – Mickie
In a quiet First Nations community, Mickie Eagle sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, sketchbook open. She had been glum all morning — Dreadwing had left abruptly after a brief visit, and she hadn’t seen him in days.
Her dog, Kodi, suddenly leapt up, growling toward the window.
“What’s wrong, boy?” she asked, going to look.
A shadow fell over the house.
Two glowing, unblinking eyes stared in through the glass.
Mickie screamed just as the wall seemed to split open — Soundwave stepped forward without a sound, Laserbeak swooping in with a metallic shriek.
Before she could think, Soundwave’s long, spindly arms seized her.
Her scream cut off as the cold, airless silence of subspace swallowed them.
Jasper, Nevada – Sally & Michael
In the dusty outskirts of Jasper, Sally and her younger brother Michael were on their bikes when a dark figure emerged from the brush.
“Well,” purred a female voice, “aren’t you two… precious.”
The towering spider-like form of Airachnid approached with deliberate, predatory grace.
Michael’s voice cracked. “Uh… Sally—”
“Be quiet,” his sister hissed, though her own hands shook on the handlebars.
“Leave the kids alone, Airachnid!”
The voice came sharp and fast — from a familiar blue motorcycle.
Moments later, Arcee and Bumblebee burst onto the scene.
Without hesitation, Bumblebee transformed, scooping Sally and Michael into his front seats.
“Hey! What’s happening?!” Michael yelped.
“Who are you?!” Sally demanded.
Bumblebee beeped and whirred frantically.
“Uh, come again?” Michael said.
Another series of beeps.
Sally scowled. “That doesn’t help!”
Arcee and Bumblebee sped away, taking the kids back to base — where they met the massive Bulkhead, the perpetually grumpy Ratchet (who muttered something about “more humans”), and finally, the towering Optimus Prime.
Redwoods Forest – The False Alarm
Breakdown hurled an uprooted tree into a ravine. “This is boring.”
“This is ridiculous,” Starscream agreed, arms crossed. “We have been here for three hours!”
Dreadwing’s optics narrowed. “I am beginning to suspect—”
Soundwave’s voice cut into their comms: False alarm. Return to ship.
Starscream threw up his hands. “Oh, so now it’s a false alarm?!”
The Confrontation
When the four reentered the Nemesis, Megatron was waiting. Jessie and Mickie stood off to the side, guarded by Vehicons.
“It would seem,” Megatron began, voice low and dangerous, “that some among us have… allowed humans to distract them from their true purpose.”
Starscream seized the moment to save himself. “Well then, my lord, perhaps you should go and find these traitors, and we will—”
In a blur, Megatron seized him by the throat, lifting him from the ground.
The others froze; even Knockout and Breakdown looked unsettled.
Airachnid, however, smiled in sick delight.
“The last two humans?” Megatron demanded.
Airachnid’s smile widened. “Taken by the Autobots.”
Megatron’s optics flared. He slammed Starscream into the wall. Once. Twice. Three times. The clang of metal against bulkhead echoed like cannon fire.
Starscream coughed, energon spilling from his mouth.
“Stop it! Leave him alone!” Jessie shouted, struggling against the Vehicons’ grip.
But Megatron’s wrath was far from spent.
