The Shadow of Kaon

If you love me... Part 2.

With a thin brush in one servo, Knockout lifted up the femme's upper wing with his other and slightly turned it to the side to gain better access to the flat part of the wingplate.

„Now don't move." He said quietly, then stuck out his glossa as he concentrated on the work before him, and slowly painted a clear, vertical line on the appendage, careful not to make his servo shake.

He was already done with painting similar, but white lines on the lower pair of wings. Unlike those, these on the upper wings were different colored ones, seemingly being in random distances to each other, creating a chaotic, but very appealing color combination. Red, yellow, blue, and purple shades colored these lines, every and each just as colorful as the others.

„Is this really necessary?" Darkwing asked while she tried to turn her helm enough so she could look at the medic behind her. „Isn't getting my frame repainted and buffed enough for the occasion?" She stopped as she caught a glance of the medic's red frame in the corner of her optic. „I mean I'm grateful for all of that, but this seems a little bit... too much."

„You have much to learn, kite." The mech shook his helm slowly, painting up another thin line on the opposite wing, mirroring the other side. „It is one thing to just put some new paint on, and another to be ready for such an event like this. And besides, I'm curious how Megatron will look at you if he sees you like this." He chuckled as the femme's wings did a small flutter. „Ah-ah-aaah!" He sing-songed, quickly lifting her wing back up with one swift movement. „If I ruin the painting now, we have to start it all over again, but don't have time for that."

„I understand that, but..." Her peds moved above the ground forward and backward as she sat on the edge of the medberth, only sometimes grazing the floor with the tips of her peds. „I just don't understand why you are doing this."

Knockout cleaned off his tool and slightly dipped it into another small bowl of paint that was next to the femme.

„You know that I am from Velocitron, right?" He muttered as he cleaned off the excessive paint from the brush on the edge of the bowl.

„Your love for racing was a big clue, but until now I wasn't sure." The femme answered quietly.

The medic nodded while his servo made another thin line.

„Whenever we had similar events, this was our usual attire." He stated. „The colorful lines are for our loved ones that are still alive..." He grazed over the side of his servo on the wing to clean off a small drip of paint. „And the white ones are for those who already joined the Allspark."

„I... didn't know about this tradition."

Knockout put down his brush, sighing quietly as his digits ran over on some of the painted lines, making sure that they dried.

„Well, now you do. We don't have much to celebrate in this war, so I thought we could at least try to keep up the tradition for now." He stepped away, looking at his work from a further distance, then waved his servo toward the seeker. „You're done. Go on, look into the mirror."

A nervous anticipation filled the femme's Spark as she jumped down from the medberth and took a few steps toward the open storage room that was connected to the medbay.

Extra bot parts, medical equipment, Knockout's buffer, and smaller painting tools laid on the shelves in neat rows, but now only the tall mirror was interesting to the purple seeker. She didn't even want to know where the medic could get such a giant-sized mirror, because somehow she felt that the answer would only result in more questions.

Darkwing lifted her wings to the side, moving them up and down as she observed her new clean and shiny paintjob in the reflection.

The medic repaired the scars on her servos, on her side and on her chassis, making it seem like those injuries never even happened, and repainted the scratched and dim colors of her, turning it back into its long-lost shine with some extra buffing too.