Frag Off.

ha?

well

What Sparktype are you?

i put my OC Driftkick’s name in.

“If it cannot be done, do not trouble yourself with it.” Nemesis said, waving aside the smaller mech’s warnings. “But I do expect you to do your best. And I know you will do so.” 

His optics widened at the spark, plating immediately rising up as if something brushed the back of his neck. He’d never seen something like this before. Optics flicking to the mech and back to his spark, he kept his servos at his sides.

Alert nodded, flushing a little. Maybe the mech didn’t know, but sparks were definitely a personal thing. He was a medic, but a spark was a spark. He only hoped that the other didn’t notice his timidity when it came to prepping his chest plating to open.

“Spark failure. Glowing optics, inhuman strength. The usual. Our legends say it is the blood of Unicron himself. One humans might call the devil. For us, he is the embodiment of Chaos. How humans managed to get a hold of it I am not sure..”

“Dark E-Engeron...it’s poison. I-I don’t know how you’re alive, but you a-are. If it’s leaking like this...it may mean it has fused with your spark as well. L-Listen, you don’t mess with this stuff. It does bad things to your spark, processor..I can’t really purge it. All I can do is f-finish your patch job and hope you don’t start glowing purple and explode..”

“There were soldiers, they had advanced weaponry. They were attempting to detain me. It matters little now. If you declare it lucky, I shall send my stars the proper thanks.” there was a distinct sarcastic tone to this last bit. Nemesis watched the medic, a look of mild curiosity on his faceplate. There was no apprehension or fear, even with the promise of pain.

His door wings twitched as he worked, his own fear quickly pushed down by his medical coding. Once he was given a task, Alert was determined to finish it. He leaned in over the mech, pulling off charred bits of armor and shrapnel. The other certainly was hard to kill.

He arched an optic ridge at the other’s slight concern...if it could even be called that. Alert tentatively released his own wires, and connected to the mech’s systems. Such a blast should've killed a mech, but then again, this doppelganger was Optimus Prime. He might be able to make it out of this in one peace.

Alert immediately backed away from the other, almost tripping over a supply container. He was truly slagged. He couldn't go out like this. There had to be some flair, pizzaz, music even! His spark rolled rapidly in his chest, and he wondered if it would be there when he was done with this mech. It couldn’t be Optimus Prime. The Autobot leader did not ruthlessly slaughter mecha without reason or regret. This mech did both, and much more.

Nemesis reveled in the chaos and destruction he sowed in the little mining camp. It was a beautiful thing. He blasted two more vehicons as they approached him and continued his way towards the medical tent.

Alert started when the tent was open, gold irises cycling open. Oh Primus. That was Optimus Prime. Autobot Leader...and an extremely heavy-duty mech. Normally his engines would have revved at the thought, but Prime seemed way too off. He almost started to tell him to frag off, but the death of his guard happened way too quickly. Jaw going slack, Alert watched as the injured guard fled from the tent, leaving him alone with this murderous behemoth.

House Call (Starter for scarletphysician)

High Alert busied himself, listening to the steady hum of machinery in the background. He had been tasked with making sure any injured were patched immediately and returned to their work post. Frankly he would've liked the Vehicons to rest a little, but Lord Megatron’s orders were law. And he did not want to be under the pede of the warlord unless his Master were ordering him to...he rather liked the sound of that...