#burningfirefly

He’s a good mech in there, one with a lot more baggage then he lets on. Losing his frame and the faulty coding…

Firefly was my second friend on the Nemesis. Big bulky guy, he's a good cuddler. Even better listener. He's a sweet mecha who's taken care of me more times then I can count. He replaced my optics. He's a new medic, but he's very promising. I trust him.

He doesn't emote well to those he doesn't know. He's a stealth-bot after all. But he's good at what he does, and he does a lot. 

☢ Worried

Noire had locked herself away in the lab, just as she had told Megatron she would. She had grown tired of the company she kept. She couldn't handle the games, the constant reminder that she was lesser than the rest of the ship due to her previous status as a Neutral. She tired of believing she had friends or those she could trust when in truth she had none. Fighting to gain respect was proving to be a losing battle.

Her helm still ached from her encounter with Nightfall. Her anger still burned in lieu of  Knockout's return. She decided that she would indeed sulk and sulk alone. Starscream claimed she had no spine, perhaps he was right. He knew how to stand against adversary with the odds stacked against him. There was a time when Noire did too. Not anymore; she didn't have the energy. 

Noire felt the ache in her helm shift to her optics and frowned. Had Nightfall hurt her that bad? She didn't remember much aside from waking up in the medical bay being told she was fine and to leave. She heard a dripping sound and looked down, green residue was dropping on her workspace.

She looked up to see if there was a leak of some sort from the ceiling, then chcked her containers when she felt something spill down her cheek plate. She reached up and gently touched her cheek, pulling back her servo to reveal similar green residue. She tried to focus on it but found her vision blurring...what?

She touched her optic and gasped when she pulled back and the same green scrap was stringing from her optics to her servo. The pain increased and she fell back, landing hard against the floor. She looked over and saw her reflection, green -what she surmised was energon- spilling down her cheeks and the optic she touched was corroding away as she watched, that part of her vision soon faded to nothing but shapes. 

He left Megatron irate, promising himself to not speak to him again. The confrontations were never any different lately; he remembered them and still chose to try, only to be burned by his-- the Decepticon leader. Knockout decided he'd start right now by putting a call block on his comm frequency.

There. Good. Now don't you feel better?

Not really. He was still presumably trapped here, with orders to transfer to Vox. Knockout took one look at his quarters, snatching up only a datapad to store away. The buffer sitting out had caught his optics-- Knockout picking it up and throwing it at the wall mirror. It shattered the glass, lodging into the surface. Frag that waste of time! I don't care!

He didn't need a damn thing where he was going, but there was still something important left on the Nemesis. Would he... take it with him?

Knockout slowed a touch on his angry march to his old work station, as he weighed his options. It was great to keep it close, yet just far enough away... now he couldn't do that. There was no intention to abandon Breakdown's frame, but it came with so much agony that Knockout couldn't keep it in his new arrangement on Vox. He didn't have a job. 

Someone had to keep it and take care of it. Someone who cared enough to, but not simply for Knockout's behalf.