Luau

mostloyalpredacon:

prepareforsurgery:

Hey, Skywarp, you still-

-Huh … the medic could’ve sworn he’d left the seeker around these parts. Glancing back at the predacon, he shrugs, then continues through the foliage. The other couldn’t have wandered far, but if he had and gotten himself hurt (as much as Knock Out would rather not) it was the medic’s duty to fix him. So he keeps walking around, looking at different blossom varieties as he does so.

Ripclaw had been eyeing the flier as soon as spotting him from a distance. She tilted her head as he spoke and then produced an amused soon after seeing him warp away. She simply growls at the Pretty after he glances to her and she continues to walk beside him. 

Occasionally, she pauses to sniff the colorful objects similar to what the pretty mech was wearing, but she kept her focus on keeping pace with him. 

-He’s still on the lookout for the flier as he moves along through the foliage, but even more keen on his mind are the blossom varieties. Each time he comes upon a new, unique flower he plucks it and adds it to a string of wire, for reference, noting it’s location on a mental map.

I suppose this might help the troops that have yet to leave the ship for when they’re all making their own leis …

-He muses aloud, smirking at the predacon. He still wasn’t sure if she understood him, but, after collecting a few too many leis, his arms are burdened. Noting the length of her neck he approaches, and slips each one of his extra wreaths onto her, standing back and giving her an overall look.

Lots of warm colors around these parts … and a serious lack of cool hues.

-Maybe he could get creative and string other items aside from blossoms. He gestures for the predacon to follow, paying close attention to the ground and to the higher canopies.

Luau

warpingprankster:

mostloyalpredacon:

Ripclaw tilted her head after hearing the pretty’s explanation and made a confused grunt at him. After a moment, she stood up in alert as he took off and barked at him followed by a loud whine. 

She took off to follow the pretty and rubbed her head against his servo as she trotted up beside him. She looked around curiously as she accompanied the pretty and swayed her tail side to side with each step. 

Swivels as he hears something coming up from behind him. “Oh..hi… I was..just going—” he says in a skiddish tone. Knowing from recent encounters with Ripclaw, he decides to warp away and go to a different location with more flowers. Would rather not get attacked by Ripclaw again, no thank you.

Finding another quiet area, he goes about stringing more colorful flowers together. Finishing ones for all of the officers then onto the dragons and troopers. 

Hey, Skywarp, you still-

-Huh … the medic could’ve sworn he’d left the seeker around these parts. Glancing back at the predacon, he shrugs, then continues through the foliage. The other couldn’t have wandered far, but if he had and gotten himself hurt (as much as Knock Out would rather not) it was the medic’s duty to fix him. So he keeps walking around, looking at different blossom varieties as he does so.

(Source: prepareforsurgery)

fallenheroofkaon:

“Knock Out, glad you could join me. Please come in, we have much to discuss.”

The Decepticon leader stood by a nearby table, waiting for the surgeon to come closer. “No need to be worried, Knock Out. Unless there is something I don’t know, and you don’t want me to find out. But I doubt you are that foolish.”

Why, of course, heh…

-Taking a short and polite bow Knock Out makes his way over to the large silver mech at a pace that is, step-by-step, measured and inoffensive. Standing by the seemingly inconspicuous table he looks up at the Decepticon leader - in the other’s absence he’d forgotten just how much imposing the mech could be. As it all came flowing back he could sense a slight weakening in the current that ran down through his back struts.

… Whatever matter it is that you have on your mind please know that I am prepared to offer my insights and that I can elaborate on things which, frankly I’m sure you’re already aware of, my lord~

-It was not as if he had a choice in the matter, regardless.

Luau

mostloyalpredacon:

Ripclaw did her best to keep up with the Pretty and when she did catch up with him, she stopped and snarled lightly after seeing him in conversation with many of the same kind of mechs she had chased before. She wasn’t sure what they were saying, but as she passed by many of them, most kept their distance.

She snapped at several feet in a warning as she continued to stalk the Pretty. But…he was returning outside already? She quickened her pace, producing a series of loud howls as she jumped up and darted after Pretty again. She growled very loudly after reaching outside as well and quickly closed the distance between them, running to circle around the pretty and grabbed his leg with her tail again. 

The predacon growled at him and leaned forward on her front legs. She chattered in a very high pitch and tilted her head at him, flapping her wings. 

-He didn’t expect her to come at him from behind. Nearly stumbling forward again, he glanced back at her, a bit exasperated.

A simple growl or chirp, or whatever sounds it is you make would suffice - it’s rude to simply grab mechs by the limb.

-He scowls, wriggling out of his grip.

If you must know I’m just … exploring about.

-He gives her a shrug before continuing on his way, to find Skywarp where he’d last left him.

(Source: prepareforsurgery)

Luau

mostloyalpredacon:

Ripclaw immediately growled after the mech started walking to the ship and followed after him at a quick pace. Her tail swayed side to side as she trotted behind him. She made a series of growls while sniffing the ground and continued to walk forward.

She turned to look up towards the ship as they came closer to it, making amused chortles as she jumps in the sand while remaining close to the mech. 

…!

-He had just about reached the Nemesis before a swift breeze of sand came in his direction. Optics tightly shut, he turns to glare at the predacon, blinking them slowly open.

Why don’t you go and take a long, long flight?

-He mutters, before stepping briskly inside. At least he would be able to clean up while he was inside. First stopping by the medbay for a quick vacuuming, he then goes to look for recuperating drones at the bar. A few look up, some surprised at his presence and others at the strange items that hung from him, and a few others assuming the superior officer had come down for a drink - good luck with that on their energon crisis. One drone can be heard blowing a wolf-whistle - Knock Out merely smirks at the attention.

Oh, calm down, I’m not that shallow!

-The medic scolds a scowling drone, then actively begins draws attention to himself, making comments, starting smalltalk, and showing off the leis on his person and passing the smaller one around.

… I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks the ship could use some brightening up while we’re grounded in it. Not to mention these blossoms certainly beat the smell of oxidised energon reserves and rust still clinging to the halls and medbay … you like that? There are various like it all over the island, I presume - this is just a small population sample of the flora here … ask Skywarp about it - yes, that troublemaker. Called them leis, I’m about to do my own ‘google’ search on them when I can … haha we’ve got plenty of wire on the ship if you’re into that. Not like you drones have anything better to do …

-That bit of news seemed to raise morale just a bit. With something to look forward to, some of the drones decided to indulge this proposed hobby. Getting up, they step outside, with those lingering inside making excuses (valid or superficial) about their injuries or stating they would give it a try later. Having done his job, Knock Out returns to the medbay to hang up the wrist lei, as an example, and then began setting up various lengths of wire, for the drones to simply take and use to their liking.

Hopefully that’ll keep us from off-lining of boredom.

-Venting softly, he then makes his way back outside. He keeps a wary optic out for that strange predacon.

(Source: prepareforsurgery)

Luau

mostloyalpredacon:

Ripclaw scowls as the pretty begins to walk away and she howls before chasing after him. She grabs his leg with her tail’s pincer and makes loud whines at him. She tugs it lightly before letting go to circle around him and stood on her hind legs to smell the strange objects he carried. She tilted her head and made an inquisitive grunt at him.

She then made a soft grunt after a moment and moved to stand beside the mech, waiting for him to continue walking. She made a few loud barks and flared her wings out as she sat in place.

-Stumbling, he vents deeply, turning to face his persistent ‘guest’

Listen, I really don’t have the time-!

-Following her movements, he notes her approaching the flowers. He pulls the smaller lei about his wrist away, but can’t do anything to stop her from inspecting the one around his neck and chassis.

… flowers?

-What was she …? Eventually she seemed to get bored, standing beside him. Knock Out watched her for a moment, not sure if she was going to try that or any other stunt again. When she barked at him, he blinked, narrowing his gaze warily.

Alright then …

-He started making his way back towards the ship, cautiously.

(Source: prepareforsurgery)

Luau

mostloyalpredacon:

warpingprankster:

Not considering the purple particularly matched with his black and purple frame. It had white on it, not to mention the white and pink plumerias. Did it matter on what colors to choose even since his chassis were a silvery-black color? No.

“Pff pink? Heh. Well, from what I see most flowers are pink, yellow, white and a bit of purple, give or take some..” Skywarp nods, “Okay.” 

He watches Knockout leave and Skywarp goes back to fixing leis for his two trinemates. Plucking flowers from their stems to weave them into pretty leis for them. Thanks to his talons, it’s coming along quite good.

By the time Ripclaw had finished playing with the water, she quickly looked back to the pretty…only to find he was missing. She made a loud whine and glanced around quickly. She made a loud growl before running in the water’s edge. Immediately, she flattened her wings and quickly flapped them to take off in the air. 

It was her first time flying technically, but it came very natural as she tucked her legs in against her body and took off in the sky. The Predacon whipped her head around, watching the ground below with extreme focus.

As soon as she spotted the pretty’s colors, she dove down and landed on the ground with some grace. She scrambled up to pretty and made loud cries of worry and rubbed her head against his leg. She looked around before sitting down by him and slapping her tail on the ground. She made a series of growls at him and shook her head, as if scolding the mech for leaving her sight. 

-He was just about nearing the ship when he felt a  shadow looms overheard. Glancing up, his optics widen quickly before he flinches at the rush of air that zooms by. The predacon from before has landed not too far off; was she looking for him?

What-hey!

-He protests at the action; she was wet and getting marks all over his shin! Pulling away he watches as she settles down, looking straight at him - were all predacons this unpredictable?

If you missed me, don’t get too attached - I’m a roamer.

-He jokes, then continues towards the ship, making sure the leis he carried were still intact.

(Source: prepareforsurgery)

Luau

warpingprankster:

His gaze flicks back to Knockout, “I’m sure wire could do the job just fine.” 

Skywarp walks over to Knockout to grab the wire from his servos and moves gracefully over to a bundle of plumerias in a nearby tree. Bending over, being careful of his healing injuries.His talons pluck the flowers off their place on the tree and starts winding them on the lei and walks over to yet another plant, some orchids. Dark purple orchids, to match his frame.

Stringing a few layers together, he makes a lei big enough to go around his neck and hang against his chest. He chirps cheerfully and flicks his wings up but however, wheezes by taking too high of a chirp.

“Gotta make some for all of the Decepticons.” But first, he’d start out making ones for his trinemates.

-Knock Out raises his brow at Skywarp’s antics but says nothing - no need to be judgmental right now while they were getting along. Hmm … He walked around a bit, inspecting flowers - he personally wanted a color that would not clash with his finish. Eventually the medic settles for some simple, but fragrant yellowed-white blossoms, which stand bright against his red-finish while at the same time complimenting it.

I’d make one for Breakdown, but I hardly think he’d appreciate it if I present to him a full strand of pink. I’m sure thatwith a bit of investigation I’ll be able to find a color that is much more suitable for him, so to speak. In the meantime, I’ll go and fetch some drones.

-Surely, leaving Skywarp alone for a few kliks while other other wove wreaths for his trine couldn’t hurt.

(Source: prepareforsurgery)

fallenheroofkaon:

“Attention Decepticons. This is Megatron speaking. As you all are aware, I have returned and as you may have guessed, your leader is not pleased about the state of the ship. Soundwave has reported the events that have happened, during my absence. In order to fix this mess, I will require a one to one meeting with all of you. Those who do not bring themselves to my attention, will be severely punished.”

-Well, slag. Body language instantly tensing at this not-so subtle promise at disciplinary action, the medic continues his work dutifully, as if it would somehow lessen the severity of his ‘punishment’ when it finally came. His invitation arrived in the form of a discreet ping, at which he dropped his tools in utter surprise.

::Coming … right away!::

-What would await him at the end of the hall, in the throne room? He’d always criticised Starscream for overreacting each time Megatron came calling but … after that short period in which he had replaced the seeker, he did not question the skittish jolts in his suspension. Before entering he took a deep vent, mustering a respectable stance before striding (or rather, slinking) in.

You called, Lord Megatron ..?

treacherous—decepticon:

Starscream pressed his lip components together at that. It had to be luck because he doubted Megatron would put him so close to the med bay. In fact, he was sure their leader would put his quarters at the end of the ship and force him to walk to distance for Medical attention.

His wings stood taller at the title when Knock Out managed to speak and even if it was hardly convincing, he didn’t say anything on the matter. Instead he shifted his attention back to the real issue.

“I will comm Breakdown,” he repeated, “unless you’d rather wait until Hardshell comes back on his own?”

For some reason he had a feeling Hardshell would avoid the Medical Bay as if it were the Cybonic Plague. They had to draw him in. What better way to do that then with Breakdown? Surely the brute would encourage Hardshell to come to the Med Bay and if he refused, well … that would only help them to prove what was really going on.

Comm him.

-He made an assertive snort before Starscream could finish the phrase - if Hardshell had gone off with his partner in the first place without seeking his own body out first it was highly unlikely the insect wished to return at all - not that he’d be waiting for too long. Eventually the medic’s systems would catch up with the parasitic bug if he overexerted himself. Still …  he’d rather not risk his frame’s well-being and health - he did intend to return to it, after all. He couldn’t do that with a lifeless husk.

treacherous—decepticon:

He let his servos fall to his sides, not caring much for the added laugh. It was not as if this was the first time Knock Out had seen him like this, Starscream had run out of paint before. His wings that had settled out behind him rose steadily when the medic made his way behind a few counters. Soft clicks sounded when he walked closer to see just what his fellow Decepticon was doing only to see him return with a few cans of paint.

“Finally,” he said as he took one in his servo to look it over. That was as close to a ‘thank you’ as Knock Out was going to get. A long talon scraped against the side of the can as he lowered it back to the berth but upon making out what the medic was getting at, he dropped the can onto the berth and it rolled before falling onto the floor.

Quickly clearing his vocalizer Starscream bent down to pick up the can to set it back down. “Then it’s my luck that the Med Bay is not far from my quarters,” he said through clenched denta, not wanting to think of that particular drone at the moment.

“And it would be your luck if I continue to help you,” he added as he pulled his optics from the paint can to fix on the Insecticon before him.

Luck? Believe me, I think it’s far from ‘coincidence.’

-Mere chitters. But he accepted the comment with a short bow of his helm. The somewhat respectful gesture was more for Starscream’s sake than Knock Out’s own appreciativeness - he needed to stay on good terms with the seeker until this situation could be reversed. Anything to placate one’s advocate.

Lord Starscream.

L-hhhaooooooorrghh …!

-Well, at least the title had made it through coherently - sort of.

treacherous—decepticon:

“What?” He frowned at the helm tilt and the harsh vent from Knock out had him rolling his optics, “do youhave a better idea?”

Starscream was trying to help and yes, maybe, in ordering the Insecticons away the fact that he could not order Breakdown around so easily slipped his mind.

“If you don’t then—” The grating chuckle coming from the medic before him had Starscream clenching his servos. What was so funny! He quickly followed the other’s gaze and looked down to himself, at all the scratches that decorated his otherwise pristine frame. “Honestly Knock Out, as if you do not do the same,” he said a little exasperated.

Here the medic was stuck in Hardshell’s body and he wanted to laugh because Starscream had been busy with his trinemate.

Walala …

-He gave a soft, amused chortle.

Oh, get over yourself.

-Here he was stuck in a nightmare; the least he could do was find something to feel amused about. He crawled behind some counters, searching, then returned with a few cans of paint, in Starscream’s palette, which he placed on the nearest berth for the other to take. The least he could do in terms of gratitude for the other’s assistance so far.

I don’t deny it, commander, but at least I don’t parade around in my indecency. Why, imagine if it had been that poor lovesick drone who’d spotted you first, instead-!

-The ‘words’ came out in gurgles, but no matter - he merely thought the rest of it to himself; ‘Without a capable medic on board the vehicon would have surely offlined!’. He nudged the cans forward, encouragingly.