Chapter Twenty-Seven: Fighting Deception

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Titaniumwrench kept her optics focused on the two bots before her, one a foe and the other... a friend, or so she hoped. Starjinx's stare was strange, a swirl of mixed emotions that the Autobot couldn't fully sort through. But one thing was for certain: She was confused, and that was enough to give Titaniumwrench a sliver of hope.

        "...Vic." The name sounded almost foreign to Starjinx as she said it, yet despite this, a small part of her processor couldn't help but feel it was familiar. "...What in the Pits are you going on about?"

         "Ah- It's nothing, my dear. Just a weary Autobot trying to uh, get us all confused." The words flowing out of Knockout's mouth weren't as smooth as usual, something that Starjinx seemed to pick up on along with his current position. But before she could say anything, the femme caught him flicking his wrist, and within seconds, his energon prod was in his servos.

         "Now let's just all calm down and-" The weapon was activated, and Starjinx wasn't the only one who saw it. The second the red medic jabbed at her, Titaniumwrench dodged out of the way, moving to the side with her circle-swords in hand.

         "What are you doing?!" Starjinx demanded, already moving to get on her peds as Knockout attacked yet again.

         "One moment dear- Just trying to deal with the Autobot!" Another grunt as he delivered another jab, this time Titaniumwrench blocking the staff with her circle swords before delivering a kick to his stomach region. Was it a fantastic kick? No. In fact, Titaniumwrench fell down after delivering it. But it was enough to send him stumbling and falling back against a table, the sounds of scratched up metal filling the air.

         With a horrified gasp, Knockout was back on his peds and twisting to get a look at his backside, the mech able to catch only a glimpse of the damage. "...Do you know how much time it'll take for me to buff this out?!"

         "Relax. It'll get buffed, but first can you explain what your damage is?!"

         "My 'damage' is that this Autobot scratched my paint!" the red mech snarled.

         "I wouldn't have to fight if you would let me talk. But you won't because of-" Titaniumwrench squeaked and rolled out of the way as Knockout's buzzsaw nearly cut her chassis. But she was back on her feet in no time and weaving through the med bay with an angry medic hot on her heels. "Jinx! Vic! We're friends! Remember?"

         "Knockout."

         "An Autobot having Decepticon friends! Almost as peculiar as your decision to come here!"

         "Knockout."

         "We're from a website called Quotev! It's where we all met!" Titaniumwrench called out. "Me, you, the Blade Twins, Katrina-"

         "Katrina?" Starjinx's optics seemed to light up at the familiar name, and that was enough to send Knockout over the edge.

         A swing of his buzz saw caused Titaniumwrench to dodge to the right, a table in the way, which she attempted to vault over. But the electric shock suddenly sent through her system prevented that from happening. First on her peds, then on the ground, utterly in pain and dazed from the attack. And above her stood Knockout, his energon prod in hand. "Lights out, Autobot-" And just like that, he was no longer above her.

         Metal clashed with metal as Starjinx slammed into the red mech, pinning him against the wall while holding her arm firmly against his chassis. "Knockout."

         A nervous chuckle emanated from the mech. "Ah... hello, Starjinx-"

         "I wake up from a coma, you all act like I'm with the enemy, this bot comes in calling out names and bringing up- Something! I don't know what! And you immediately sweep in trying to protect a Decepticon assassin of all things!" Frustration mixed with confusion filled the femme's voice, the pressure against his chassis increasing as a result. "Now, would you like to tell me what the frag is going on?! Because I've only been awake for five minutes and I'm already tired of this predaslag."

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