Hello Silkling, Could you make a (TFP) Starscream and Knock Out meets (ROTF) Flatline? Because i like two medics
Certainly! Sorry this one is so short, I’m afraid I’m more unfamiliar with Flatline’s character since I didn’t read the comics he was in, and most of what I learned was off the wiki. I do hope I did him justice, though!
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Suffice to say, when Knock Out came out of recharge that morning he was not expecting to meet another Decepticon medic. Let alone a Decepticon medic with extra limbs and a mouth that looked uncomfortably similar to mandibles. Yet, to his great disbelief, it was as he was cleaning his tools and taking inventory, Starscream perched on his medical berth and ranting about his all the ways in which he believed Megatron to be a fool, that the doors to his medbay opened and Lord Megatron himself stepped in. He was followed by a large, bulky mech that neither Knock Out nor Starscream recognized. The aforementioned Insecticon-lookalike of a medic.
“Knock Out.” the warlord greeted. His optics found Starscream, narrowing in displeasure. “Starscream.” he added, voice dark. “Allow me to introduce Flatline. He is a Deception medic, much like yourself, my dear doctor.” he hummed in the red mech’s direction. “He himself will explain his story. I don’t have the time.” he made a gesture, turning on heel to leave. “Starscream, see to it that your presence here does not mean you neglect your duties.” he said coldly, striding past Flatline.
The door slid shut behind him, leaving the three mechs alone together.
Knock Out scoffed. “Your paint job is horrid, you know.” he said with faux sweetness.
Starscream looked surprised at the blunt insult, then smirked and slid off the medical berth, propping an arm on the red medic’s shoulder. “Indeed.” he agreed in a mocking rasp. “I also can’t help but notice you look rather like someone tried to create an Insecticon and stopped halfway.”
Flatline growled at them both, optics flaring with his rage. “You are Starscream?” He sneered. “Rather unimpressive. The Starscream is my would is far more fearsome than some pathetic twig such as yourself.”
That gave the two others pause. “Your world?” Knock Out asked, mildly interested.
Flatline huffed. “I am not of this Dimension. In my world, the Decepticon forces on Earth are far less organized.” he scowled. “My world also had no “Knock Out”. Perhaps my version of you was too weak to survive the War.” His mandibles clicked. “I wonder what that says about you.”
Knock Out blinked, then narrowed his eyes. “I would say the same, Flatline. There is no mech with your designation in this plane of reality.”
Starscream looked highly entertained by the growing hostility. “How did you get to our world, then?”
Flatline hummed. “I was fleeing a group of Autobots when I encountered a wormhole.” he scowled. “I suspect the fact that my ship carried unknown Cybertronian artifacts, combined with the wormhole, stranded me here.”
Starscream smirked, amused. “What Autobots we’re chasing you then? Perhaps their counterparts live here and you can take your revenge.”
Flatline crossed his arms, all four of them. “Arcee, Chromia, and Elita-One.”
Knock Out whistled. “What did you do to get three femmes that mad at you, dear doctor?”
The mech hesitated, then snarled. “Under orders of Commander Thundercracker, I performed experiments to split one spark into multiple frames in hopes of creating a new type of elite warrior for the Decepticon cause.”
Starscream hummed as he turned that statement over in his mind, and then he smirked savagely. “I see.” he seemed giddy. “They were your experiments and you failed to have a way to control them. What a blunder, dear doctor!”
Kmock Out chuckled. “My my, does Lord Megatron know? I cannot see him trusting you with any task of importance if he knew how large a failure you made.” he mocked.
Flatline hissed. “I offered my services to create him elite warriors here, in this world. He seemed content with that, medic.”
Starscream snorted. “I’m afraid you won’t have much luck. The most expendable mechs here are Vehicon drones, and you can’t do much with them.”
The other medic simply clicked his mandibles. “No need to fear.” he scoffed. “I am more capable than that.” he hummed, looking over the pair in front of him. “You are very..,pointy, Knock Out. No one else on this ship is. It’s rather odd, I find.”
Knock Out scoffed, pushing Starscream away from himself and walking towards his tools. He had to take inventory. “I’m Velocitronian. I would expect to look different from those on this ship. They were all forged on Cybertron, after all.”
The medic froze, his mandibles clicking in excitement. “Velocitronian, you say? I have never had the chance to work with a mech from that colony. Perhaps you’d like to do the honor of being the first?” he asked, sickeningly sweet.
Knock Out lifted a hand, and without looking at the medic, transformed his servo into his saw, the blade buzzing to life aggressively. “I wouldn’t try it, Flatline.” he hummed. “I’m not quite that docile.”
Starscream hummed. “Yes, and experiments would absolutely ruin your finish, would they not?” he smirked, then wriggled his fingers. “As delightful as this has been, I must take my leave. I do have real duties to attend to, after all.” With that, he left, the door closing behind him and shutting the two medics together in the med bay.
For a while, neither of them made a sound. Knock Out transformed his servo back into a hand, then returned to the work he had been doing before. Flatline took the opportunity to explore, poking over the surfaces visible to him and taking in the available tools. As he made his explorations, he continued to edge closer and closer to the Aston Martin. Finally, when he was almost beside the red mech, he lashed out to attack.
Knock Out merely sidestepped, slipped his prod from his subspace, turned it up to one of its highest settings, and jabbed it harshly into Flatline’s neck cabling. The bug-like medic screeched, his frame locking and convulsing, and after a moment Knock Out removed the prod. Flatline dropped to the floor, limbs twitching as he gurgled.
The last thing he was aware of before his consciousness was stolen was Knock Out speaking to him in a dark, vicious tone.
“And that, dear doctor, why I advise you to stay far away from me. Unlike the soft little Autobots, I have no qualms about making your death a slow, painful, drawn out experience. Remember: I’m a medic. I know exactly what to do to your frame to make your life agony.”
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And there is is! I’m not fully satisfied with this one, but I didn’t have many ideas for interaction between them other than “everyone is gonna be an unrepentant bastard”. I know this isn’t as long as some of my other ask box fics, but I hope you liked it regardless!
As for now, my box is open for anyone else who wants to send in a prompt! Check my pinned post for information, but I do accept most types of fic prompts. Until next time, friends!
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