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automobile_enthusiast[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.]
