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thirdfaction[Knock Out stood, the cortical psychic patch cabling his hand, the deed done. Megatron's body jolted, grotesquely, once on the medical slab, then went limp. It looked... empty. Just as planned, but now that he'd actually pulled the plug on the big guy, Knock Out felt the whole huge import of what he'd done rear up over him. This was treason, no way to talk his way around it, a great treason to cover a little one-- and Dreadwing and Soundwave both were aboard the ship.
Scrap. How was he going to explain his way out of this?
He dropped the cable, the jack at the end clattering against the floor, and ducked out from under the slab. Time to get on damage control, and that started with--
Oh. Right. Starscream. Knock Out hurried to the other slab and, without hesitation, reached under and yanked the other end of the cortical psychic patch cabling. In for a scrap, in for the load, and maybe he could pass this off as a medical emergency if they both were comatose and unresponsive...
Making his escape in the resulting chaos sounded like a good plan to him.]
Scrap. How was he going to explain his way out of this?
He dropped the cable, the jack at the end clattering against the floor, and ducked out from under the slab. Time to get on damage control, and that started with--
Oh. Right. Starscream. Knock Out hurried to the other slab and, without hesitation, reached under and yanked the other end of the cortical psychic patch cabling. In for a scrap, in for the load, and maybe he could pass this off as a medical emergency if they both were comatose and unresponsive...
Making his escape in the resulting chaos sounded like a good plan to him.]
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Date: 2012-10-30 08:48 pm (UTC)Silence! Megatron had commanded and he'd tensed for the rejection, plating clattering as he trembled. This was it. The end of his life. He waited miserably for the command to terminate the psychic patch, knowing that when he awoke he would be executed.
It never came. Instead, there was a roaring sound and his vision began to spiral, twisting the room in dizzying loops that ended ultimately in darkness.
On the slab, the ex Air Commander's optics popped open. He cringed instinctively, talons curling, wings pinning back, willing the blurry shapes to sharpen into recognizable objects.]
No! Please, I beg of you to reconsider!
[His wretched plea met only silence. In fact... Megatron was still reclining on the other slab, completely unmoving. His optics were not even lit.]
What...is going on here?
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Date: 2012-10-30 09:05 pm (UTC)Starscream! You're-- you're awake! How-- [He cut himself off, realizing that panic was making him babble, and fought to get himself under control. He pushed away from the console, smiling nervously.]
Ah. How... are you feeling? [His words were cautious, probing.]