author's only ever boast about their successes and their fancy seemingly linear progression well I'll have you know that's not me you will CONTINUE to hear me bitch about the process until something finally fucking sticks. gotta wade through those catastrophic failures first.
3 notes
·
View notes
Originally posted to FFN on around the 3rd of October, 2016
Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]
← Week 7 (KO) – Week 9 (BB) →
Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015
Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)
Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)
—
Lord
"So, you are a bot of science as well as medicine."
Knock Out nodded respectfully. "Yes indeed, Lord Megatron. Though I will admit I enjoy disassembly more than reassembly."
"I see. And what of your combat skills?"
"I'm a medic, my Lord, not a field bot. I rely largely on Breakdown for the heavy lifting. However, I do know very well how to hold my own in combat."
"Good. Then I believe you have all the skills I deem necessary."
"I am deeply flattered, Lord Megatron."
"Welcome to my inner circle, Doctor. I trust you will not waste this opportunity."
Saw
"Why rotary saws?"
Knock Out looked up from his datapad. "Come again?"
"Well..." First Aid fidgeted nervously. "You're a medic. Why, out of all the tools you could've had built into you, do you have rotary saws?
Knock Out grinned one of those sly grins that always made First Aid's anxiety skyrocket. "Well, they may not be terribly precise," the medic said, extending his saw. "But they cut faster than any blade and work like a charm, especially in terms of disassembly."
"Ah."
Knock Out raised an optic ridge. "Any thoughts you want to share, nurse?"
"What? No, nothing," First Aid lied.
First Meetings
Knock Out had just finished tending to a bot with a missing arm. Stepping back, he said, "It's only a patch job, but I'm sure there's some bot you can contact who can provide you with a replacement arm."
The bot lifted and lowered the remnants of his arm experimentally, and nodded. "Hey, thanks, doc."
Knock Out froze. Staring at the bot with a narrowed gaze, he asked, "What's your name?"
The bot grinned, a very cocky grin for a bot with a missing arm. "Name's Breakdown, doc."
"Well, Breakdown," Knock Out said with a genuine smile. "You are welcome."
14 notes
·
View notes