Can someone lend me a hand?

[tearsofsteel]

Who:  Knockout and Albert Heinrich
What: Albert makes a deal with a shiny-devil
Where: Solus' quadrant, the medbay
When: backdated to last week
Warnings: Surgery and possible deals with the devil.

[Albert Heinrich suspected he made a mistake coming to Knockout. He didn't look exactly like someone you'd throw your lot in with, but he did anyway. And the other fact that made his stomach churn at just the thought was the fact he was willingly making himself a weapon again. He could have let his stump of an arm remain a stump, it would have done less damage anyway. But wishful thinking aside, it wasn't practical for him to go unarmed (no pun intended). This place was hostile, and going about without a weapon was a death wish, especially when you were part of the police force.

The cyborg in his leather jack skirted through Solus' temple on his way to the medbay. The cyborg merely folded his arms, leaning against the wall. Hopefully the medic would be there as he waited for the mech. What kind of favor did Knockout have in mind? And just how long would he keep it from  him? No doubt the medic would implant something for blackmailing collateral. He may not have much a choice, but he wasn't going unprepared.]

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[tearsofsteel]

[Point taken. Up he goes anyhow. He nods curtly as he waits for the new arm.]

Yeah, guess it wouldn't make sense for someone like me to be in those...

[He gives the forearm a good once-over. Pretty impressive craft work, there.]

You have a lot of experience building arms, I take it.

[deadlydoctor]

[Knock Out might be a Con but he's far from stupid. He had to work on that arm like an artisan works on a very delicate miniature.]

I do. What gave me away? [The medic presses a button on the base of the tank and when it's finally empty he carefully takes out the arm and puts it on the berth.]

Take off your shirt, and the rest of things you organics use to cover yourselves, and lie down. I need to run some scans.

[tearsofsteel]

Call it a hunch.

[Albert removes his shirt, making it as quick as possible. Most of his body was a healthy human build, but the half where his broken arm resided was a collection of metal plates. Albert felt a bit of a chill when removing the shirt. Slowly complying, he lies down.]

Alright, let's make this quick.

[deadlydoctor]

You are a smart one. [Somehow, he manages to make that sound slightly like it's nto all that much of a good thing, but he's still smiling.]

Art can't be rushed...what was your name again? [Graving a device from the nearest table Knock Out runs an exhaustive scan. He moves the toll from the top of Albert's shoulder to to his wrist.]

Can you turn off your pain receptors? [Not like Knock Out really minds but it's easier to work if his patients are not squirming.]

[tearsofsteel]

[That doesn't sound too good. Like Albert cares.]

004.

They don't pick up much, but I'll be fine.

[Must you be so stubborn.]

[deadlydoctor]

[If 'No fucks given? had a face, it would look like Albert. Knock Out is starting to realize that. He finds it amusing.]

Why a number?

Fine with me. [He doesn't really care, he was nice enough to actually ask. Megatron didn't want to get his pain receptors turned off or go into stasis. It must be trendy. Knock Out starts working on the elbow, cutting part of the metal and checking the cables underneath.]

Other humans made you, like the Brave Police bots?

[tearsofsteel]

[Fucks and how not to give them: a book by Albert Heinrich. Albert feels a bit of pain when Knockout starts cutting, but it's not bad in the slightest, at least from his point of view.]

I was modified, not made. The people who made me into a weapon gave me that number. I use it as a way to defy them, to go against what they wanted.

[deadlydoctor]

[The next best seller. Knock Out's is not purposely trying to hurt him, just doing his works, so there's that little consolation. It could be much much worse. The medic keeps working on the arm, separating the cables and deciding which ones he needs before cutting the rest of the metal around those. It takes some time.]

A rebel, I see. Did you kill them? I can tell you weren't fond of them.

[tearsofsteel]

[He doesn't need your silly consolation, he can tough it out.]

Only their war machines. But trust me, when I see Black Ghost, I'm going to make sure he stays dead.

[deadlydoctor]

[Don't mistake curiosity by interest, Albert. Vengeance is something the doctor understands, though. Knock Out keeps working as they talks.]

And that Black Ghost is like you? Half organic half machine?

[tearsofsteel]

[Albert has a lot pent-up anger when it comes to the Black Ghost.]

I don't know, but he moves like one. No one knows what exactly he is.

[deadlydoctor]

[And Knock Out hates military people and organizations like M.E.C.H., they can't bond over mutual hate. With the cables ready, Knock Out reaches out for the new arm and process to adjust it to Albert's body.]

How does he looks like?

[tearsofsteel]

[Nothing better than the enemy of your enemy.]

Wears a skull mask and a cape. Dramatic, but he's one of the biggest arms dealers in the world.

[deadlydoctor]

[Exactly.]

Sounds likes someone's still living like a tv show villain from the 80's.

[tearsofsteel]

I intend to put an end to that.

[deadlydoctor]

Doing it slowly and painfully? [Knock Out's eyes are focused on his task, but the corner of his lisp goes up. Sounds like no one is free from angry feelings.]