Your reasoning is hardly... logical.

We got ‘em parts so why th’ boys just can’t fix it?

/He barked mildly annoyed but the vehicon didn’t seem to mind. And they couldn’t find neither Skyquake or Dreadwing to ask for their opinion on the matter. On top of that Knock Out didn’t return from his little excursion too! Breakdown growled again passing one of the datapads to the vehicon and reading the next reports./

/The malfunction wasn’t fatal, most of the readings seemed normal, same for the engines temperatures. It must’ve been a glitch somewhere in the mainframe causing issues with the proper power distribution on lower levels. But checking up everything would take hours.This just wasn’t Breakdown’s day./

Least it ain’t th’ pumps, without the coolin’ runnin’ we could be all sittin’ on top of a gorram ‘eater waitin’ for ex-

/The Wrecker stopped mid-sentence when he felt bumping against something. Without thinking twice he snapped at the mech, irritated by instantly losing his train of thought./

WATCH WHERE YER GO-

-His helm finial flicked back in curiosity as he observed the mech's reaction to him. He nearly lifted a servo up, but oddly enough, Breakdown turned and walked away. Suddenly.-

An ordinary Cybertronian, one who might still cling to some shred of civilization after the countless eons of war out of a memory of a time before it, might be somewhat rattled by the sight of boxes full of various body parts being rifled through as casually as if they were no more than spare nuts and bolts.

Fearstorm has a much simpler and more pragmatic view of the world around him. After all, he was constructed in a factory, a place overflowing with spare parts, and furthermore, as a drone, he’s seen his fair share of carnage and dismemberment. War is like that. If he were normal-sized, and he were to die, he’d expect some of his components to be re-used to repair other drones or maybe even make new ones. Their resources were finite, especially now, in these hard times.

This mindset, combined with an innate sense of trust that is very simply programmed in (a trust that won’t go away unless it has reason to) result in a very seriously un-creeped-out drone. Or, well, the body parts and mumbles don’t bother him, but the micron… that’s another story. 

Yes. This is it. And you are in luck. This was originally meant to be for one of my earlier Insecticon specimens when I first discovered their kind, but they adapted with such powerful limbs. The weapon was an unnecessary addition to them. 

-He then moved towards Fearstorm, more or less keeping the arm against his side. Shockwave placed the arm down and motioned for Fearstorm to lay flat on his back immediately after.-

Fearstorm gives a startled little side-step when Bido scuttles past, clearly as unnerved by the micron as it is of him. He’s going to have to learn to get used to them, he supposes—there’s one waiting back in his room for him, after all, and sooner or later he’s going to need to… to bond with it, or something. 

Very well. Sit down and we shall begin. 

-He stands still as Bido climbs up his frame and watches as the Micron tucks himself under the plate of his chestplate again. Shockwave then turns away from the berth and goes to sort through his supplies. In a large crate positioned aligned in the corner of the lab, Shockwave reaches in and pulls out what looks a processor. He silently shakes his head and places it back into the crate.-

Internal parts. 

-He moves onto the next crate and pulls out a large metal plate. He turns it over a few times.-

Armor plating. I will need to repair the burns on these samples when I have the chance...

-Shockwave moves onto the third crate and reaches in, pulling out a tiny limb as well as a leg. Oddly enough, the colors are mismatched.-

Previous experiments. 

-Shockwave then looks around the lab and moves back beside the berth.-

"You got it. I’ve used blasters before, but that’s it." He gives a lopsided shrug. "In a fight I usually just punch people. Or claw at ‘em. Or do both." He tilts his head thoughtfully. His tone is not that of a braggart: he’s genuinely trying to be helpful. "Or tear pieces off of them. Or stomp ‘em if they’re small enough…"

-Shockwave turned away from Fearstorm and watched as Bido finished downloading the schematics and scurried back down the lab's terminal. He crawled to the floor and scampered over to Shockwave, seeming to wish to avoid the large drone.-

Bido, begin downloading the schematics from the terminal.

-Without another word, Shockwave walked over to the operating table and waited for Fearstorm to follow. As he did so, Bido quietly crawled out from his hiding spot and advanced towards the large information terminal. The Micron obediently began to download information and watched Fearstorm as he did so.-

Fearstorm arrives shortly, ducking slightly to get through the doorway. Knock Out had patched the socket up quite neatly, and the twisted and scarred metal had been carefully tended to and sanded down, so his wound is much less grisly than it could have been—not that such things are likely to bother Shockwave.

The scientist is more likely to be taken aback by the sheer size of the drone. He’s freakishly large, nearly as tall as Lord Megatron himself, and he certainly towers over Shockwave. Fearstorm draws up before him, his impassive, faceless mask angled down at the scientist. There is no nervousness in his EM field, no sign that he finds Shockwave’s presence unsettling at all—there’s just a sort of benign sense of obedience. 

Greetings. 

-Shockwave stares up at Fearstorm. The antenna on his helm give off a short flick of surprise at his height, but he otherwise makes no other reaction. Shockwave then glances down to Fearstorm's arm stump and studies it.-

If you are given a weapon instead of a replacement arm, your weight will have to be adjusted to keep balance. 

… that is correct.

-He glances back at Shockwave, optics narrowed in suspicion. Why the sudden interest in his ‘assistant’? He hadn’t heard …

I thought it would be logical to...meet him. 

-Shockwave glances to the door after responding to the medic and slowly trudges his way to it.-

Perhaps we can work together on a future collaboration.

Hn. Just a bit more and we’ll be done-

-At least this one lacked the strength of Breakdown’s newly acquired ‘pet’. The horned little rhino’s headbutt - now that had hurt. He switches tools again, and then again, at last focusing on the chip’s activation. This he does at a one of the consoles in the med-bay; pulling up Shockwave’s profile as a Nemesis crew-member, he adjusts a few settings until the screen prominently displays the scientists’ current location.

There, all done - anything else I can do?

If that is all you believe needs to be done, then yes. 

-Shockwave says nothing else as he silently allows Bido to retreat into his chest.-

Though...I was under the assumption you had a partner who assisted you here. 

-Making sure this was the right item, Knock Out then makes his way behind Shockwave. He lowers the berth (because he certainly wasn’t going to be climbing on it and joining the scientist in it - that ‘honor’ was reserved for a very ‘specific’ mech) to make up for what he lacked in height, and then leaned over, prodding around for an access panel behind Shockwave’s helm. Due to the unusual structure of his head, it was a bit difficult to locate. Thankfully, Knock Out’s datapad provided enough information that he’s able to find it within a few kliks. With a flick the cover moves aside, and the medic is left fingering around for a compatible port within.

Here we go-

Bido. Cease.

There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with him, so I’ll refrain.

-He watches the datapad as it loads the other mech’s specs; nothing that needed taking care of. He tries not to vent too harshly … although …

… while you’re here, I might as well ‘tag’ you.

-Bido makes a single beep and slowly inches closer on the berth. The Micron raises one his claws, shyly trying to catch Knock Out's attention for assistance off the berth. However, the Micron quickly gives up the action and looks down to the berth its standing on.-

Patience, Bido.

-Shockwave addresses the Micron. Without another word, Shockwave glances down to Bido and watches as he nods and silently settles down in obedience. The Decepticon then looks back to Knock Out, speaking in the same, eerie monotone.-

-While he didn’t mind having patients walking in and out of the med-bay for all sorts of repairs, it did just irk Knock Out a bit that Shockwave had come in unannounced for a mere examination. It felt like a waste of time, if there was nothing to fix. Nonetheless, he can’t refuse now, not after bringing everything out already. Nearing the side on which the scientist didn’t have an oversized cannon installed, the medic takes the other’s arms and plugs his datapad into it. Might as well update his profiles.

What about your micron?

You may examine it if you wish.

-Bido immediately after hearing Shockwave gazes up at Knock Out and stands silently, as if awaiting for his fate.-

-With the exception of a single brief comm conference, Knock Out knew very little about his visitor, and had had very little interaction with the infamous scientist. Everything he knew came from rumours on the battlefield, back when the war was still Cybertron and, more recently … Starscream’s share of ‘gossip’. Needles to say, he didn’t have the best of impressions. The stern personality thus far didn’t help matters; it only encouraged the grounder’s caution.

If you’ll just … take a seat on a berth, I’ll be right with you-

-He hastily re-collected equipment he had just put away, gathering them all on his tool-tray before he delivered everything over to Shockwave’s side.

Most likely not, medic. But it is logical to check, correct? 

-As Shockwave moves past the berth he placed Bido on, the Micron tries its best to follow after him. However, after realizing that there was no easy way to climb down, Bido makes a resigned beep and watches the two.-

-Crossing the room over to one of the nearest sinks, the medic pays no mind to the vehicon. Really, he didn’t have to - it wasn’t like anyone was a stranger to the med-bay. When he overhears the sound of the med-bay doors opening, all he does is smirk to himself.

So soon? Then, if you must - at least make sure the-

-And that’s when he hears it. Straightening up his posture, Knock Out clears his voice, turns off the sink and takes a moment to vent before turning to meet his ‘guest.

Shockwave.

Medic. I have come to inquire about an examination. I believe it would be logical now that I have finished moving my lab on board.

-Shockwave pauses from filing some of his datapads, still organizing his newly acquired lab on the Nemesis. His optic flickers in curiosity before he responds.-

-As Shockwave continues to sort through his science projects, he silently glances to Bido. The tiny Micron is perched against the lab's console.-