.>u>; I did a thing. A giant robots-thing. In which one becomes unexpectedly smaller. XD

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On board the Nemesis

"You look different, doctor! New decals? Maybe a different polisher?"

The Decepticon medic's panic receded as soon as he recognized the gargantuan figure. Thank Primus it was only Starscream, not Lord Megatron. All he had to worry about with the obnoxious Seeker commander was gloating, gloating, and maybe a bit of gloating. As he shuffled back into a sitting position he wore a suspicious scowl, optics openly tracking the long taloned fingers' movements.

"I don't know what you're laughing about," he snorted. "Your one and only trained medical professional is... er, indisposed..."

"Are you?" A huge brow made even huger by Knock Out's predicament tilted up, giving the Seeker a wily look. Made even wilier by the shadow that fell over the shrunken mech when Starscream leaned forward. The medic grimaced as he noticed the devious grin. Aw, fraggit. For instinct's sake he scuttled backwards.

"As far as I know there is no height restriction on your post," the examination slab rattled slightly as the giant chuckled. Knock Out jerked his peds back quickly as the claws came dangerously close to grabbing onto them. "In my opinion, you could be quite useful at this size..."

"In your opinion--which is light years away from Lord Megatron's opinion," Knock Out groaned. Starscream's faceplates twitched on mention of Megatron, denta baring in a snarl for a nanoklic before returning to an amused smirk. "So are you going to help me figure out what went wrong here, or are you going to keep grunting like some smarmy thug over how little I am?!"

Starscream adopted a wounded look for a moment, raising up both claws innocently.

"Knock Out, you surprise me. Of course I'll help you. You are the only officer here I can really rely on, after all," he leaned back in, talons back into full toying-position. "Besides, we still have an understanding. don't we?"

"We have an agreement, you mean." He didn't scurry away, but kept his optics trained on the massive digits anyways.

"I just don't see what would be wrong with having a little fun with this while it lasts--"

"I still have surgical-grade saws, you know." And the tiny medic popped one out and revved it to prove his point.

"You should be able to trust me!" The Seeker's claws backed off a bit, yet he grinned like the threat hadn't affected him. "A little harmless fun. And help returning to normal."

With some hesitation Knock Out retracted his menacing saw and sighed heavily. Starscream was the only other Decepticon he could depend on to keep something like this out of Lord Megatron's knowledge. Megatron discovering him like this--minicon-sized, he meant--was the greatest danger on board at the moment, so whatever the smug Seeker might put him through was calm laps around Earth roads in comparison.

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<u<; Don't worry, Doc Knock, Scrimscram likes smols! Uhhh... really likes them. coughmicrophilecough

shoosh dun worry he just gonna spit-shine your finish... XD and be snarky and annoying

Ink, graphite, and a chunk of story. :3