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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 4, 2015 15:04:24 GMT
"Sorry about this, Breech, I just couldn't-"
"No, I'm sorry, Hotwire. I need a body."
"Wait, all the signs show that I-"
"Hey, I thought they show it's me who-"
It seems there's another thing they hadn't mentioned - both privately thought that they would be the one to come out on top. It just makes the end results even less certain. They murmur a verse - it is recognised as being from the Book of Primus, often recited at funerals, both 'con and 'bot.
"I commend your Spark to the Allspark, and the Allspark is one Spark, and the one Spark is your Spark..."
"And in this way we are all connected."
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Post by Taggon on Dec 5, 2015 6:27:39 GMT
Taggon would continue to watch from a distance, not bothering to comment. Knaught and Hotwire's behavior would just be monitored, as he witnessed the surgery. Taggon would also keep a watchful optic out for any who would enter the medical bay, since he had little else to do, and giving his optics something to patrol was an old habit.
Taggon would muse on other matters as he did his own file-research, getting updated on the status of the A19 tried team. He paid close attention to what occurred within it. ~Commander Astrinal MIA
That was mostly the titles to the topics of files that Taggon scrolled through in his HUD. The first made him frown. He would have to be careful. The appearance of the Avacons had a possibility of having something to do with her. Or the commander had just slipped away for the time being. Wherever she was, he would try to find her. Taggon would have his attention drawn from his commander as he recalled Stalaken's gift: Decepticon information. Taggon would access the small item which the data was encased, uploading all data into his HUD. Taggon's almost complete and total attention would be drawn towards the information Stalaken had gathered and given. They were all from Chaff's computer, all telling of things recently occurring in the Decepticon ranks, including many of Chaff's personal projects. Taggon would notice the projects entitled 'Immagrons' and would glance at Knaught, before backing farther into the shadows, letting them envelop him and turning off his visor's glow as if he was recharging on the spot. Or so his outer-appearance would indicate.
Meanwhile, Taggon would indulge in the information about Immagrons, educating himself thoroughly, as Chaff's science and invention lessons would cause Taggon's processor gears to click and turn, his thirst for knowledge and free time allowing him to enjoy what he learned. What Taggon learned precisely was concealed from any others--but what he would discover would plant the seeds to a foundation of ideas.
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Post by Plexo on Dec 5, 2015 7:18:24 GMT
Knaught would hear the femmes begin to recite small lines, which to Knaught was practically the equivalent of praying. Or something that had to do with calming oneself. Normally, the gesture would be rather rude to Knaught, since it meant they were both counting on one of them dying at his servo. Autobot medics always tried for the best outcome in everything. This time, Knaught's math and gut told him he would be able to save both of them, so he would just ignore the prayers, as he would focus completely into the operation.
From his subspace, as he would pull out a small round device, and he would start hooking the small cables he had previously severed with the needle into the round device. Knaught would then repair the chords so that they would connect to the device perfectly, and would be able to bring all the data into the device that it had been about to receive. Knaught had to be careful, since the source of the code and information that would be obtained was directly from a person. heck, it was a person. Knaught knew that even after the transmission/transplant, the operation would only continue.
With all the cords and cables delicately connected, Knaught would begin to taper with Hotwire's personality chip directly. The Cybertronian was much like a computer, only much more--advanced. Things were synthetic, organized, and hence Knaught would find himself gradually highlighting all the code that Breeches personality consisted of, and then placing it within the device. it was another slow process, taking minutes--this would cause Breeches voice to falter or grow hollow, monotonous, and or slowly stop as she was put into sophisticated device. Hotwire would hence be freed from her sister--
As for Breech, the device she would now be in would be one she would be unable to speak, think or process--the device was just meant to store data, it was one which was meant to hold very intricate code and numbers, one which Knaught had used when he was in an archive. The reason why Breech would be unable to do anything is that there was no processors or voice-boxes for her to use within it--it would be a temporary home for her 'paused' state until she would be uploaded or modified to have such. Knaught would set the device on the tray, before he would start to seal up the wounds. Hotwire would be Hotwire now--he had not destroyed or hassled with any of her personality traits, he had been able to depict one femme's code from another. While Breech was in the conditions ripe to become a new AI, Hotwire would be free to be herself without sharing a processor or personality chip once again.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 5, 2015 15:10:03 GMT
"We..."
"We... are... not..."
"I can't..."
"Please, doctor..."
At every moment, there is a chance that Knaught may miss a line or enter something wrong, and just make things worse or just not change anything... the personality chip is the second-most complicated part of a Cybertronian, right after a Spark. Even repairing what has been broken is akin to Shadowplay.
For a moment, her visor flickers from red, to blue, to yellow. She groans, but doesn't move. Even with a 'dominant' personality, Knught can't be sure of just what is left for her to work with... Her voicebox releases static for a long moment, and her hands open and close a few times.
"Hnnngh..."
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"Doc..."
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Post by Plexo on Dec 6, 2015 0:56:52 GMT
Knaught was a medic who had had much experience with his job, and specialized in curing Cybertronians from nigh-impossible things, and pulling off feats such as this was something that he did---or had done often enough that all his experience in these matters would give him a better chance at succeeding than most doctors. The Personality chip was indeed complex, it was tied for the second most complicated part of a Cybertronian thanks to the Processor. Knaught did specialize in processor surgery more than he did personality chip surgeries, and for that reason, it was possible for the smallest mistake.
However, Knaught would analyze the code which made Hotwire in her personality chip once more, as to make sure he did everything correctly. Stripping Hotwire's code from her sisters was something that would definitely toll the femme--though everything looked to be in place for the most part. Knaught would tuck the personality chip back inside her, before beginning to mend all the slicing that had been done to get into the area which her personality chip had been. Hotwire's symptoms would likely leave her slightly unstable for a small bit--not crazy, but she would be feeling perhaps a small hollow-spot inside her for a small time being. Or that would be what he mind would say to her.
After all the mending was done, Knaught would step back from Hotwire, and avert his attention unto the device. A life-form was inside there, and now he would have to give her something more sophisticated to live inside. Knaught would glance back at Hotwire,
"Permit a sense of tranquility to be thine current emotion. Thou hath undergone a energy-depleting process from which thou shalt experience a form of weariness for the approximated time of a week." Knaught would tell her. He spoke strangely, but to him, it was all english. He would place the storage unit which contained Breech on his desk, "As for thine sister, Hotwire, she lives. She simply resides in a type of stasis within this very piece of machinery I hath placed upon my personal platform. I will require time to equip her with appropriate functionalities and necessities." Knaught would complete, his four-barreled optic again briefly fixed on Hotwire, awaiting her reaction. She would be awake, ad everything would be functional--or should be.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 6, 2015 1:14:16 GMT
"Doctor..."
The femme sits up. It's actually a different movement to either Breech or Hotwire, at least if Knaught had ever seen them sit up before.
"Hotwire. Yes, Hotwire. I remember her. Because I am her... it's simply that I prefer to be called Breech Loader..." she swings her legs off the berth, a smile coming to her face as her processor realises she's free from the shackles of battling personalities, "Although my clients sometimes refer to me as 'The Red Death'."
She scratches her head. Her stance is neither the cold and professional manner of the former Breech, nor the slightly nervous manner of Hotwire, but something more relaxed and friendlier than both, now that the two are no longer in competition.
"I think you pulled it off. It's still complicated, but then it's always complicated, being a merc... but this I can deal with."
Indeed, there's no more of the confusing 'we'. Yes, the dual personalities have certainly been separated. She draws a gun smoothly and slide-checks the mechanism, then something like a shotgun and cracks it open to check it's clean, before turning back to Knaught.
"Yeah, I cannot believe I went and joined the Avacons. I don't know what I was thinking. In fact, strike that; I wasn't thinking at all. So, what can I do you for, Doc?"
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Post by Taggon on Dec 6, 2015 1:42:02 GMT
Taggon had learned what he believed was precious and invaluable data. The information he had just learned would add to the bigger picture much more than anything else he'd done. He was going to require as much data on several subjects as possible. As The vehicon continued to think, swelling on his own plans, he would here Knaught's words, and then turn his attention to Hotwire's rising form, and knight smaller and busy chassis.
The vehicon would switch his Dark Prussian visor on, and soundlessly stride towards Knaught, who was now occupying himself at his desk with some kind of storage device. Taggon tilted his helm to the right, before letting his own voice reach Knauhgts audio receptors:
"Thank you Knaught. You have indeed done well." Taggon would give a respectful nod at the old medic. He deserved it. Taggon was slightly impressed by the medics endeavors, being able to pull off the stunts he had. Taggon would then turn to Hotwire. She spoke smoothly and as confidently as ever. Yet she was different somehow. She appeared to be perfectly functional, but still--perhaps the operation had changed her. Hopefully for the best. Taggon would muse to himself.
'Yeah, I cannot believe I went and joined the Avacons. I don't know what I was thinking. In fact, strike that; I wasn't thinking at all. So, what can I do you for, Doc?'
The vehicon would narrow his optics behind his mask at the word 'Avacon'. So she had become one of them. And by the sounds of it, she had left them as quickly as she had joined them. Without a second thought. If only she knew what she had just done. That was for another matter though. He was right beside Knaught, right in front of her. He was curious if she would 'remember' their deal and stick to it or not.
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Post by Plexo on Dec 6, 2015 2:04:41 GMT
The medic would nod a polite welcoming back to the black and blue vehicon, the friend's maneuvers not going unnoticed too badly. Well, his voice would direct Knaught's helm to glimpse at the other mech, before he would again turn to the cheery-Hotwire. Her attitude was remarkably positive, for someone who'd just had their personality hassled with. Then again, perhaps since it was a change for the better, she was happy about it.
The femme would refer to her bounty-hunting times, and Knaught would listen with his vehicon friend, hearing her words without ignoring a single tone or pitch at all, waiting for his turn to speak.
The femme would end her talking with her asking what favor she could do for him. Knaught would arch a ridge, as he considered, though he wasn't sure if he wanted anything from anyone. Still, perhaps this was a time when he should take time to think about it.
"I currently am uncertain as to what precisely I would require from thou, Hotwire, though it pleases me to see thou hath recovered rather quickly. Or so it seems, Breech Loader." The medic would answer, before he held up the device which contained the other Breech, holding it before the Hotwire-Breech. "I advise thou remain in near this facility whilst I provide thine counter part with fore-said proper functionalities." Knaught stated bluntly, though none of his polite demeanor had left him. He simply was telling Hotwire--erm--Breech the facts.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 6, 2015 2:32:24 GMT
Breech relaxes again, replacing her weapons. She looks at Taggon, and her visor makes her impossible to read.
"Yeah, well... I don't like owing people for too long. It gives them a chance to say things like "You owe me!" when I'm on the job. Just a... thing. But no rush. I'm not any jobs right now."
She vents deeply and slowly, going into more thought about what's happened. She hasn't necesserily completely recovered, but the operation seems like it was a success. She turns her face away from them both and lifts her visor, running her hand over the scarring thoughtfully.
"Mmm... yes... it's still there..."
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Post by Taggon on Dec 6, 2015 2:47:21 GMT
Taggon simply stood, his expression and mood also unreadable. He would be as still as stone, save for the slight nod he would give Breech Loader. They had had a deal, and it was now Breech Loader's turn to fulfill her part of the bargain. it was a crystal clear deal. Taggon would stand, letting Breech take her time. For now. He understood she was recovering from a surgery, but if she was going to go off and do her own thing, then he would stop her there. He would give her a few minutes to recuperate, but all in all, he wanted the data about the Decepticon Commander soon.
There was no unsettling or any breech in Taggon's collectiveness, as Breech loader examined herself. Taggon had his own questions regarding Hotwire's motives still, but as he would wait, he would prepare the clearances he had promised her as well. He wouldn't be idle for a minute, for resting was something that wasted time. Taggon was built to work or fight non-stop, and would.
"You will return to your bounty-hunting after this?" Taggon asked, though it was a question which he believed he already knew the answer to.
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Post by Cobalt on Dec 6, 2015 4:50:35 GMT
Whiteclaw pushes the door with one of his paws. He didn't make a big effort to open it since his size and height is enough to push everything, sometimes in a clumsy way. He feels his stomach, or fuel tanks almost empty, making the big mech hungry. Also, White remembers he needs to look for a room to stay in until he can find his issues with his damaged memories. We need to look for a place to stay in, a room, or if you want, I would offer you a drink, you choose!He walked towards the hall carrying the sparkling on his back. ((I'm so sorry for the late reply)) Cobalt cling tightly and spoke aloud. I would like something to drink!He said excitedly while the two exited the facility. Hopefully White didn't havehi-grade in mind for the sparkling's sake. But whatever it was, Cobalt would participate in it. What he wanted was to be with Whiteclaw and doing something new anyways.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 6, 2015 15:14:52 GMT
Breech wags a finger at Taggon, "Now, now, the technical term people use for me is 'Hired Army of One'. I killed a lot of people for a lot of money to get that title. I've earned it."
She examines her weapons.
"So, it's Taggon, right? Former Avacon. Good at killing people..." she finishes, "...'Sup?"
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Post by Taggon on Dec 7, 2015 13:33:03 GMT
Taggon could tell he'd touched a sensitive area, though this wasn't the first time. Breeches finger wag was reflected in his visor's glass, as Breech would go on to explain the details and brisk particularities of her standing. Taggon knew now that she was liberated from her sister, she would be the smart aleck witty chatter-box he'd spoken with during their first meeting. it seemed to Taggon that the femme was as fickle as ever with who she was with and where she stood. It had sounded like she was returning to her job of bounty-hunting from the Avacons, meaning she'd been trying all the 'different flavors' of each faction. Only for her to return to her original agenda. Why? Taggon was getting close to concluding that Bounty-Hunting was what provided the particular lee-ways she felt comfortable with, and that she simply enjoyed the job or preferred it over anything else.
She would likely make several more laps around each faction, changing and switching out when she wanted revenge, attention, money, etc. That was Taggon's diagnosis of it all. She would likely get away with a few more ridiculous things like that, until one day the Avacons or DJD pinned her to a corner and killed her. At this pace, since she had made her own decision so many times, someday someone would make the decision for her, and she would despise them for it--before she was killed by the very hands that would force her to do something.
'So, it's Taggon, right? Former Avacon. Good at killing people......'Sup?'
Taggon just frowned behind his mask. She'd been with the Avacons, and she knew some about him through their last talk and most likely how they'd introduced him. He knew his own un happy ending was at the end of his road, and every step it was getting closer. The way Breech just stated he was good at killing things made Taggon displeased. Was that really how he'd be known? It is how I have been acting. Taggon pointed out to himself. It was true. Allies and enemies alike just knew he was 'good at killing people'. Such a wonderful reputation I have created for myself.
"Affirmative. Most call me that." Taggon stated without much difference in his voice. He'd unsheathe a knife subconsciously, spinning it between his fingers. "I am well. For now." Taggon would answer back, sending her a few clearance codes via HUD,
"Those are what you will need to show to the Protectobot officers or Autobots in general if you want to give them a reason not to shoot you. Now, my days are numbered as the Avacons no doubt told you. If you want to keep talking, then you can accompany on the mission that I have organized to retrieve Kick-Start--only I will require the rest of that data if you are to come." Taggon would cock his helm to the other side, "As well as holding up your side of the bargain."
The vehicon waited for the Bounty Hunter's play, waiting for her to decide her move.
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 7, 2015 18:07:59 GMT
"What was it I said... Oh yes, Commander Kick-Start wasn't taken by Autobots - which is obvious - she was taken by humans. An organisation called MECH, under the command of a group called KSI. So far as I can tell, they want to explore the uses of Cybertronian technology as their own. In this case that involves using Cybertronian biology. Once they've used the Commander up, they'll dismantle her for parts. Which is a fair demonstration of the general gratitude of humans."
"That's all?"
"MECH's headquarters is somewhere in Texas," Breech shrugged and her rotors clattered, "The Decepticons will turn the entire state inside-out if that's what it takes to find her. Let's face it; they'll probably turn it inside-out afterwards. I just... it didn't..."
"Why are you telling us all of this?"
The rounded femme looked at the back of her hand. It was easier than looking at Taggon, "The difference between being a good mercenary and a bad mercenary lies in knowing what people owe you, and what, as a sentient person, you owe the world."
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Post by Taggon on Dec 8, 2015 5:51:32 GMT
((Breech, please do not voice my character for me. That is metagaming, as I am sure you know.)) Taggon would remain quiet, listening to Hotwire as she gave him the data she had promised. She did so in her usual casual, and nonchalant manner. He never asked why she was telling him this. he knew it was part of their deal--and yet the bounty hunter went on to answer the question, assuming he was going to ask her: 'The difference between being a good mercenary and a bad mercenary lies in knowing what people owe you, and what, as a sentient person, you owe the world.'
She had avoided eye contact, which meant she was either disliking how he was talking, or hiding something. He'd figured there was a catch in her coming, and Kick-Start had something to do with it. The data was definitely true, but still. Hotwire's motives were still questionable to Taggon. He would have to run a few things by, but that would be later. What had been noticed was that Taggon had offered for Breech to come, and she, without hesitation, was coming. How interesting. Theories already were forming in Taggon's mind. And yet, he would nod in return to her words, as if understanding her. "I thank you for the data and for keeping your end of the bargain up." Taggon would state, before turning around. he would give out a signal to one of his allies, Plexo, giving him small instructions, and a recording of the data Taggon had heard. Plexo would be playing a role in this plan, in case everything went a direction tag was predicting it would. Yet, Taggon would simply turn around, "Though the area designated Texas narrows where Kick-Start could be by far, there is still much tracking to do. Though I am counting on her energon signature being something we can use. Or energon signatures in general. If Mech is smart, they would have learned of energon and it's possible uses by now." Taggon stroked his chin, thoughtfully. He was actually speaking to more than one person, though it would seem Hotwire was the one he was addressing. "Perhaps, if you are eager to join on this hunt, Hotwire, you may accompany me to the control center." Taggon would motion for her to join him to the control room. It was there they could begin their far-ranged scanning. (( transformersgalaxyrp.freeforums.net/thread/119/autobot-halls-command-central?page=73 That's where we're headed. ))
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Post by Breech Loader on Dec 8, 2015 17:02:10 GMT
(Sorry. I was just chipping in with questions, not reactions, so that Breech could answer any questions more easily. Also, changing speech colour.)
"Please. It's Breech. You got Breech. That's what happens when you go playing in somebody's head. Do I have to alter my vocaliser or something?"
She followed him.
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Post by Taggon on Dec 9, 2015 0:40:29 GMT
((Oh, I'm not offended. Just try to avoid doing that, even if you mean good. Kinda irritates other people--))
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Post by Stormcutter on Dec 10, 2015 5:17:11 GMT
A groundbridge would open up directly into the Surgical Ward and a darkly-colored, 40', rotor-type mech would walk out of it, carrying the injured Doctor Chiro in his arms. He himself did not look the best as his armor was heavily dented, scratched, and dusty. His shoulder armor also looked like something had been ripped off of each of them. Once they were clear of the groundbridge, it closed.
Stormcutter looked around the room briefly and spotted an empty berth nearby. He immediately went over and gently laid the ailing medic on the berth. In the clear light of the medbay, he examined his mother's injury, worried. What he did to stabilize her would only last so long before other systems would begin to fail from the damage.
"Who should I go find to aid thee?"
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Post by Doctor Chiro on Dec 10, 2015 6:21:09 GMT
Chiro gritted her dentas in pain as Stormcutter laid her on the berth. The gaping hole in her torso that spanned back to front, and barely missed her Spark, fizzled and sparked as energon leaked out. The heated blade from the initial stabbing partially cauterized some energon lines, while the nanomites from Stormcutter's Repair Ray managed to seal others and repair minor damage to the surrounding components. However, the components that were not so lucky shorted and failed. Aside from that, and her armor being a bit dusty overall with some dents and scratches here and there, there were no other major injuries to speak of.
Chiro closed her optics as more warnings and alerts popped up from her internal monitoring system and onto her still-activated visor. She didn't look around to see who all was there before Stormcutter put her down and she was in too much pain to bother looking now. So, in response to his question, she just listed off some of the medics that she knew of both personally and from the medical logs. She held her tone steady and calm, knowing that Stormcutter was anxious for her sake.
"Shatterbeam, Knaught, Windchime, Stellene, Triage, or even Wildfire - though Wildfire is specifically a medic for the Wreckers. You don't need to find all of them, any one will be fine."
After a few seconds, Chiro realized that Stormcutter wouldn't know any of the medics. Using what energy she had, she pulled out her data pad from her subspace and brought up the medical staff roster, before handing it to Stormcutter and closing her optics again. The roster contained what data she had from the automatic medbay logs and the information she had personally gathered and put together.
"Here, use this as reference for who I'm talking about. Oh, and the hallway out there will lead to all the wards of the medbay. You should be able to find at least one of them around here. If not, come back and let me know. I'll figure out something."
With a strained exvent, Chiro forced herself to relax and wait. There was no point in actively using up energy as her body struggled to compensate for the damaged components and systems.
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Post by Plexo on Dec 11, 2015 0:07:38 GMT
it had been a long day for the old sixteen foot medic, one that involved his strangest patient yet, and one that also involved getting recruited for various projects by a certain vehicon. The mind of that mech was one which often caught Knaught off guard, since the mech hardly ever spoke all of his thoughts. He never lied, he gave input, but he never ever told anyone everything he had on the situation. He was just--withdrawn. Though not at all in a sinister way.
Knaught was surrounded by tray of pieces he'd managed to scrap together, searching within the medical bay's storage compartments and requesting some spare pieces of this and that from the engineering bays. The little medic was working hard on making a newly-formed AI a processor of her own. The task was awfully tricky and difficult. The personality of a femme rested in a storage device to Knaught's right, and she would be unable to do much save decay until he pulled together her basic necessities.
The sound of a ground bridge would echo behind him, making Knaught furrow on of his brows. Who was it now? He would glance to see a colossal mech carrying with him into the room none other than the Head of Medicines, Chiro. Knaught didn't recognize the large mech at all, but he did know a bit of the commander he was supposed to answer to. He would over hear the groaning femme, and he didn't need much else to tell him that that was his cue. Breech--or, Hotwire would have to wait just a little longer. Knaught stepped away from his own operations, the four small telescope-like optic barrels swirling in on optic hole, analyzing Chiro from a distance so he knew her status and injuries.
"Salutations." Knaught would speak to both, "By Solus Prime's left index servo digit, what on this world lent thine chassis such a blow, Miss?" Knaught said, stepping forward. He was getting to just throw himself into the operation, as he dragged a tray of tool wearily behind him, before he realized what this was looking like. A strange little black and white mech from who knew where about to engage in an operation in front of a loved one. It was obvious the mech had a relationship of smoking with Chiro. Knaught paused, looking up at the mech.
"Pardon mine lack of manners and sudden intrusion, I am Autobot Medic Knaught. It is an appealing sound to mine audios to hear another speak in a similar method as I." Knaught would say, taking a small bow in front of Stormcutter.
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