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    Re: No Junk In This Warehouse

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Wed May 17, 2017 7:26 pm

    Unfortunately, Knockout was indeed right about how the second chassis cut out the “middle man” as it were. Recycling some of the parts to make an improved model was sound, logical advice that the AI could not help but agree with.

    ”I see the reasoning in that.” KARR replied, ”Humans may have their uses, but they are not very reliable. However, in order to properly create a new form, I will need to employ the aid of an experienced technician and fabricator and the only one on this planet...”

    KARR hesitated for a moment before replying. His deep, graveled voice lost some of its confidence as it took a sheepish dip. ”The one on this planet may not have that great of an impression of me, after a past incident.”

    Granted, said past incident was running off in the middle of an appointment to discuss the first chassis, but even so it certainly broke down the face of a suave, smooth-talking automobile that he usually put up. There was still the matter of what to do about moving his CPU from one chassis to another without a drone to take care of it. His budding operation at the Tech Dome had suddenly sank itself for a number of years, the reason why being that he simply stopped one moment and wondered “what was the point of all this, really?”

    There was nothing here to take over, nothing that required an army of machinery, and he even had no real motivation for it all. In all, it had been some odd hobby.

    This Starscream mech on the other hand, did not seem to be very interested in blending in with humanity on an automotive scale. "I find it odd he would be so adverse to using an automotive body. Aircraft are monitored and regulated far more strictly than an automobile, and the military could attempt to intervene depending on where he flies.” KARR commented thoughtfully, ”If anything, it is safer to take on an automotive disguise, as the police are nowhere near as armed as say, a fighter jet.”

    It was one thing to have to run from the police, but the Air Force? That was a whole different circumstance entirely. But, Knockout was right, there was a method as to why KARR tended to keep a lower profile than the striking red ex-medic.

    ”The officers were nothing compared to FLAG. The foundation sent one of their operatives and a copy of my design to try and put me back in storage, and later, destroy me.” KARR stated as he watched Knockout rubbed those small circles across the surface of his hood.

    It was surprisingly pleasant, not in the way that he could feel it, but the consistent pattern was appealing on a mathematical level. Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off...

    Indeed, patience was key in all things worth having, along with a decent amount of work. But, the AI could not help but find it amusing that Knockout was so interested in what plans he was hatching. Perhaps it would be fun to leave him little clues to keep him guessing as he went along? Nothing that would be so obvious as to give away everything, but just enough to keep up the excitement.

    ”Of course, I do not intend to keep you in the dark forever. I could even perhaps give you a few hints.” He offered.

    It seemed Autobots were the compassionate ones that talked about feelings and the like, KARR was not exactly a touchy-feely sort of machine himself however. He cared about his “feelings”, but unless it got him anything he did not really feel much for others. Not that he would voice this to Knockout.

    ”To discuss ones feelings vocally in depth is a social skill I have only witnessed in humans. I would not know if this trait is only practiced by the Autobots when it comes to Cybertronian psychology. It is out of my range of knowledge.” He admitted, continuing to watch the circular buffing, ”But I believe I would find things a little less interesting without you around to comment on movies with. It feels like things have become a little empty without taking a trip to the Drive-In.” Even with that time he thought the goblins in Labyrinth were real.

    He would have to make more time while he was working on his plans. Maybe even put in a few suggestions...

    ”A robot mode, hm?” An unseen optic drifted thoughtfully to the husk of his secondary chassis, [b]”Perhaps I could find use for it, after some upgrades of course. Then we could see who is actually superior.”

    KARR may be inferior in not having a second body, but that would only last for so long given Knockout was giving so many ideas.

    But, he had a point when it came to which he would prefer. A war was dangerous, playing movies on the weekends had far less risk associated with it. The comment regarding what he showed after the romantic fluff piqued the Trans-Am’s interest however.

    ”Horror? I will have to make a point to come by especially at the end of Valentines then.” KARR might not have been a true coniseur of what made a good movie, but if it was anything like a Carpenter movie, he was in.
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    Re: No Junk In This Warehouse

    Post by Knock Out on Thu May 18, 2017 6:40 pm

    "I've certainly never known any to be reliable." Knock Out agreed with a huff. He knew a variety of species here, different people across various types of creature. Yet when it came to humans, the mech till hadn't gotten close to any of them. A human had helped him when he first arrived, but that was it honestly. KARR concurred that another form would lessen his dependence on somebody else, but in order to get that form, he'd have to get help from somebody else. Was that ironic? Perhaps! Even more, he hadn't left the best of impressions on this experienced technician. One metal brow rose up curiously. "Is this technician that Jo woman you usually go to, or somebody else?" Last he'd heard, KARR trusted Jo with his systems. What could have possibly happened?

    KARR's perspective on jet vs. automobile was an interesting one, as he brought up an angle that Knock Out had never really considered! And yet, it actually did make sense. With a smirk, he agreed with the Trans Am. "Exactly! The worst I'd have to face would just be a cop, whereas the human government has an entire air force! Starscream's just an egotistical glitch. When it comes to mechs like me," The emphasis saw the former medic placing a servo to his own chest. "He can be very intolerant. So, naturally, a jet is "better" than an automobile alt mode, even though it blends in better and looks fabulous." Dark as KARR's own paintjob was, it was still brighter and flashier than the Second in Command's gunmetal body. With only the barest hints of color, he was far too metallic! Still, he supposed there were some aspects of Screamer's design that one could appreciate...such as those long legs.

    "Is this FLAG considered a part of the human government?" He asked, suddenly piqued with curiosity. Everything KARR had disclosed about the organization made it sound less military and more research oriented. And yet the weapons they spawned, such as the Trans Am, were made brimming with weapons... Definitely smelled like human warmongering to him. "How curious that your FLAG was more proactive than any human group I had ever encountered back on Earth. The Autobots did have one human ally affiliated with the Government, but any of his assistance was more pestering than debilitating. The only organization to cause any problems for us was a renegade one, and they weren't allies to the Autobots either." No small amount of disgust leaked into his voice at the very thought of MECH. Crude fleshies, messing about with robots and technology...as far as he was concerned, FLAG was no better than them.

    Concentration was focused upon ridding KARR of these hideous streaks, moving around the hood to reach as he began to spread the wax around over the ebony paint. The pressure with which he pressed down was Knock Out's best imitation of a buffer, inwardly wishing that the Trans Am had thought to purchase one. Alas! This would have to do, and he was going to make sure his companion shined brightly. Dabbing a bit more wax onto the cloth, he went about his work with a light smile upon his face plates. The smile only widened as the AI saw fit to tease the idea of giving him hints about his plans. "I do so love a good mystery. Always good for keeping the processor sharp." A few hints wouldn't necessarily spoil the surprise, after all! It'd be good to have some sense of what exactly KARR was planning.

    "Most Decepticons have very little in the way of sanity or common sense in the first place." Knock Out admitted with a droll tone and a roll of the optics. Indeed, the majority of Decepticons weren't exactly models of mental health when it came to Cybertronians. Whether that was due to the aforementioned refusal to discuss feelings, or the by-product of being in a war was anyone's guess. "Whereas I have a wealth of both, I'm still not one for getting emotional and getting mushy." The very idea of it made his lip curl. Which was why KARR's little sentiment spoke more to the crimson mech than any fluffy words could. His body relaxed, optics moving up and down the Trans Am's form with a new, appreciative look to them. "I too, have found things to be rather...lacking, without your dry logic pointing out mistakes in movies."

    Ego was a very effective motivator. KARR went from mild interest in a new body to a reinforced drive to use it once again! Even putting a few upgrades on it! A smooth smirk met the Trans Am's tracker, leaning his weight upon one hip even as he was still bent over his front waxing him. "That's adorable that you think you can match up to me with a little puppet like that." He purred with a smooth layer of teasing superiority. "Go ahead and put your best foot forward, KARR. Then we will see who is truly better!" This was what he missed! This robot made things so enjoyable and interesting! It was refreshing! A hearty chuckle sounded as the mention of playing horror movies to clear away the awful stench of sappy romance worked like catnip to make KARR decide to come by and catch a showing. "Great! I'll keep my optic out for you next year, then." He gave his friend a grin, sharing the experience of horror movies with the less experienced AI was more fun than he realized.
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    Re: No Junk In This Warehouse

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Wed May 24, 2017 9:24 pm

    Disloyal, emotional, illogical; humans were some of the most un-trustworthy beings KARR knew of. Yet, they were everywhere. Maybe Knockout was unaware of it, but KARR was glad to find yet another mind that wholeheartedly agreed on his sentiments. He supposed there would be something of a budding kinship in regards to that matter. It also was one that managed to have a part in why his relationship with the mechanic was a little complicated.

    ”Yes, I have not found any other mechanical shops since I have arrived.” Which made the AI all the more sheepish in his response. He essentially had possibly alienated the only source of precision maintenance on the entire planet.

    Knowing all too well that Knockout would be curious about the ordeal, KARR went on to explain the matter further; ”At the time, it had been requested when the secondary chassis was being discussed that I be deactivated during a portion of the transfer process. I refused and left to make the chassis on my own.” Granted, making the chassis by himself had been a complicated process that could have been shortened and simplified should he have just agreed to deactivation, but there was a reason behind his refusal. ”My history with deactivation has not been a positive one, Knockout. The last time I allowed it on the promise of Wilton Knight finding a way to repair my programming, I found myself collecting dust in storage when power was restored to my systems.”

    In other words, it was difficult to just let himself be turned off.

    KARR had to agree, one had to be very foolish or just arrogant to want to try and pick a disguise so conspicuous as a jet. But, he supposed the weight of Starscream’s hubris would possibly kick in when he found himself in a dogfight. That aside, the AI had to agree that a car body, especially his body, was superior when it came to blending in and being overall impeccable.

    ”With how you describe Starscream, I would not have been able to get along with him. There is no sense in pushing for a jet-build when the better disguise is an automotive chassis.” Not to mention, having to deal with a pompous foundation was bad enough, let alone a highly egotistical jet-robot.

    Speaking of that foundation however, it seemed to have piqued Knockout’s curiosity. ”FLAG stands for the Foundation For Law And Government. They were an organization that my creator had developed which was tasked with eradicating criminal activity that regular law enforcement methods could not touch. They worked with the government, but they were not widely recognized like, say, the FBI or the CIA. One of their programs was what lead to my development- a means of dealing with special crimes through the use of one man and one vehicle.” KARR explained, though as for it being more proactive than anything Knockout had seen on earth, he found it to be equally curious. ”I find it odd that the humans you encountered were not more proactive, given your presence and conflict with the Autobots you mentioned.”

    Humanity was all over his chassis the moment he so much as knocked over a drive-in mascot. Certainly there had to be more than just contact with a few small organizations on Knockout’s end. But there was one organization that Knockout visibly detested.

    Naturally, KARR was curious, ”Which organization was this, if you do not mind me asking?” He inquired, watching as Knockout moved around to catch all of the streaks Leroy left.

    his hood was already starting to take on a mirror-like shine where Knockout had rubbed the wax in, reflecting the overhead lights like they were shining into the surface of a completely still pond. The mech seemed pleased as he went about the task of mending the human’s blunder, a smile spreading across his face. Perhaps buffing was a relaxing activity to him? KARR would not be surprised, given the detail he put into keeping his own bright red paint pristine.

    The smile stretched further at the mention of clues and teasing. Perhaps he could send the mech a riddle or some sort of coded file to be decifered? But then again, Knockout was a fan of film, perhaps he could take a few cues from different movies with his playful trail of crumbs. The ex-medic was correct, it would keep the processor sharp on both ends of this mystery.

    Alas, it seemed most Decepticons were not very bright or sane for that matter. ”The faction sounds like a nightmare in the making.” KARR opined, how it even functioned was beyond his reasoning.

    Though it did explain - possibly- why Knockout may not have been interested in being too sentimental. Not that KARR cared for getting emotional and ‘mushy’ of course. The deepest his basic repertoire of knowledge went for humans alone was that they needed to eat, sleep, drink, and reproduce.

    ”It seems there is something missing on both our ends without the presence of the other. Perhaps we should seek each other out more often.” KARR replied thoughtfully as he mulled over the presented data. Although as he came back from his analysis, he noticed the lax manner of his companion’s posture, and a slight difference in the way his optics looked over his chassis.

    Now, KARR was not an expert on Cybertronians, but it sure looked like Knockout liked having him around.

    But the moment things turned back to which machine was superior, the appreciative look turned to a smirk. He shifted his weight onto one hip as he positioned himself for what KARR had come to observe as “sass mode”.

    ”I do not think, I know. KARR confidently retorted. ”When I have a new chassis made, you will be the first to see it.”

    Of course, he meant that rhetorically. It would be impossible to walk from the city to the Drive-In without someone seeing him, unless he opted to ship himself to the little highway-side theater. But then again, that certainly would be quite the appearance, if he busted out of a container completely shiny and new.

    Though he did like horror movies, their earlier exchange made the AI think a little further than simply stopping by for a horror movie after the sappy Valentines specials were over.

    ”Of course, unless you would like to pick apart the romantic flicks you have to put up with as well.” KARR added, ”It could make them more tolerable aside from the profits they bring in.”

    There had to be some fun to riffing on a sappy romance.
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    Re: No Junk In This Warehouse

    Post by Knock Out on Sat May 27, 2017 5:21 pm

    So it was Jo. As KARR had confirmed, there weren't any other mechanic shops here. At least, none that the two of them had ever encountered. Knock Out preferred to treat himself since he had the medical expertise, though admittedly he could use a second pair of servoes for a few things. The hospital did not seem a credible option, even if they had a robotic Doctor, and he suspected the Trans Am felt the same. After all, it wasn't like hospitals had a drive-through window. The reason behind the AI's sudden bashfulness about seeing Jo was due to trauma related to deactivation. The mechanic had requested he deactivate so she could make the transfer, and he'd left in a hurry. A metal brow rose, staring down at KARR with no small amount of surprise.

    "I never figured you to be the skittish type...but I suppose I can see why you reacted that way. Did you not have to deactivate yourself in order to enter your puppet, or did you find a way around it?" Perhaps it was simply easier to trust himself than it was to trust the mechanic. The former Decepticon could not demonize KARR for that, trust was something held close to the chassis and given only when completely confident in the other person. Still, it sounded as though his companion was trapped between a rock and a hard place. This time, he made 'optic' contact by staring through the darkened windshield. "If you want her help, you may have to swallow some pride and fear! Otherwise, you'll just have to find a different method." Whichever option the Trans Am would go with, the mech was confident he would find a way. They had to find out who was better, after all!

    "Honestly? I probably got along with him most of all and half of our time spent together was full of us insulting each other with snide comments! Starscream may have been Second-In-Command, but he certainly didn't earn any friends from his position." A small frown pulled on his facial plates, honestly conflicted about the arrogant jet. He was Starscream, so of course, he was a huge pain in the aft. Even so, Knock Out found himself always drifting towards the Seeker. He couldn't deny that there was something there...a kinship perhaps? If Megatron had expired, after all, it would have been Knock Out who would have become the SiC to Starscream. Maybe after Breakdown's unfortunate death, he was simply desperate for companionship. No matter, as the mech continued to speak his thoughts with a soft huff sounding from his engines. "Starscream's a traitorous glitch who'll throw anyone under the bus if it'll suit his plans. So you'd be right to keep your distance." His name wasn't exactly synonymous with loyalty.

    ...Foundation for Law and Government? Again, he looked to KARR by staring through his windshield, looking quite puzzled at the name. "And here, I expected something less...bland." Perhaps they just really wanted to be called 'Flag', and came up with the actual words in the acronym later. In any case, it was definitely government affiliated. Knock Out's lips pursed in thought. "What kinds of crimes did they expect you to deal with?" Quite an...odd decision, creating an intelligent robot in car form to be driven by a human just to fight some crime. Similarly odd, of course, was the lack of involvement humans had in their own dealings. "Yes, I'd say that was likely due to Soundwave. In the Decepticon pecking order, he was right behind Starscream. Incredibly loyal to Megatron, but not much of a talker. He was basically a glorified spy, and hacked into all sorts of things to retrieve information. I suspect he used those same skills to keep information about us out of human hands." It sounded like his MO. Otherwise, maybe humans were even dumber than either of them thought!

    Sharp digits tensed through the rag, but Knock Out refused to mar the cloth or accidentally scratch KARR's finish. The servo pulled away for a moment, the waxy rag balling up in the palm of his hand while his fingers rubbed against each other lightly with a soft metallic click. The red rings of his optics were narrowed in a fury that was directed at the far away wall. "They called themselves 'MECH'. I don't know what it stood for, but the name was quite appropriate. MECH was made up of humans who were not a part of the government. They sought domination of their world. True to their name, their method for this was by using technology. More than once, they have attacked either an Autobot or Decepticon with the intent of dissecting them and stealing their parts to further their own agenda." An absolutely ghoulish group, though his fury was less for the dissections of his kind as a whole, and more for what they had specifically done to Breakdown. CYLAS deserved every inch of suffering he'd given to the maggot, and more.

    Eventually, the anger seeped from him like water from a sieve, leaving only a brief sadistic smile before he returned to work. There was no MECH here, no CYLAS to deal with, and no war either. The experience still filled him with a deep, encompassing rage, but it was rather fleeting. Sometimes he could still hear the tortured screams of that arrogant human, trapped within the body of his faithful assistant and begging for death that came later than he had wanted. The very thought put him in a humming mood as he buffed, crimson optics gleaming. Good ole Breakdown would have been pleased, oh yes. Even better, he could now more easily see his own face in the reflection of KARR's paint! There was no better mood picker-upper. "Yes, by the end of it I was definitely second-guessing my choices...the Decepticon faction did at one point seem the most logical choice to join with. After several thousand Stellar Cycles, I suppose things started to rot from the inside out."

    ”It seems there is something missing on both our ends without the presence of the other. Perhaps we should seek each other out more often.”

    Pfft...only KARR could say something like that and make it sound like the most absolutely logical thing in existence. One plus two equals three. KARR plus Knock Out equals a good time for both. With a snort of good humor rather than callous disregard, the mech smirked widely. Pretending to consider the other's logic, he eventually nodded his helm. "Perhaps we should! I certainly wouldn't have any objections." It was sound logic, after all. Logic that was soon followed up with a bit of ego and pride from the Trans Am, eliciting a shake of the helm from the mech. "We'll just have to see about that, now, won't we?" Horror movies were great fun, but KARR's suggestion drew a deep chuckle from the former medic. He looked down at his friend, already imagining the logical fallacies the AI would point out in such sappy films!

    "Ha! I'd actually like to hear you poke fun at those romantic films~! They're so silly and annoying! Talking slag about them with you would make those movies ten times more bearable!"
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    Re: No Junk In This Warehouse

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Mon May 29, 2017 10:09 pm

    He had considered that Knockout would understand. After all, KARR would not have brought it up if there had not been a favorable possibility. It simply would not have made sense to an otherwise logic-minded machine.

    ”I had managed a work-around, it took time to get the necessary materials and labor arranged to create my secondary chassis for the sake of it, but I managed.” KARR replied, an optic resting on the metallic carcass. ”But that had been a few years ago, what I had constructed in order to create the body, and the drone I used to transfer my CPU between them, may not be there anymore.”

    That was when the AI noticed Knockout looking in through the windshield, which given the amount of optics on KARR’s vehicular form, was a strange sight compared to the previous eye-to-scanner contact. Usually people looked in through the windows out of habit- usually that was where the driver was. But, the mech’s words did ring some truth, although KARR was hesitant to swallow that bitter medicine. Taking the mechanic’s help for his maintenance was one thing, but as for letting himself be made so vulnerable again? It sent warning bells off in the very core of his programming. but it would not be the first time he found a work around for the circumstances that be.

    ”I would not call my “feeling” pride, pre-se.” KARR replied, finding Knockout’s choice of words to be odd. ”Apprehension, fear, distrust, are what I would use to describe it. But not pride. ”

    There was no sense of vanity or bruised ego to being reactivated in the abandoned remains of Lab 3 by two lost winos after nearly a year of collecting dust. Betrayal was more accurate a descriptor, the AI reasoned. Especially finding out that the cause of his neglect and disrepair was due to the fact he had been replaced and forgotten. He was not sure what Knockout would have thought of the situation, but the saying “fool me once, shame on you” did not extend past the first verse when it came to the AI. After he found out what happened upon being deactivated the first time, KARR never wanted to let another human near his Pilot Override panel again.

    But then again, Knockout never had to deal with that kind of threat, did he?

    His experiences were different, he was not the product of human ingenuity and curiosity- he was not expendable and subject to liquidation the moment something better was designed, and neither was he considered property or an expense. Though Knockout was a machine, it was clear he came from a place where being a highly advanced sentient machine was normal. Such was what KARR gained from Knockout’s insight into his time spent with the Decepticons, however unruly they were.

    The AI’s optical arrays picked up on the shift in the mech’s expression as he recalled Starscream. ”Your relationship with Starscream sounds complicated. You call him an egotist, traitorous, and intolerant, yet you got along with him the best. This perplexes me.” KARR pointed out, puzzlement clear in his synthetic voice. Though before he could allow Knockout to respond, the AI soon added: ”...Do I remind you of Starscream?”

    It was worth asking from the AI’s perspective. Most of their first impressions were snide comments and insults towards each other. Perhaps this was why the two robots got along as they did?

    But, Knockout’s outlook regarding the Foundation was amusing- if only a little. He even seemed perplexed as to what they actually were meant to do. Admittedly “fighting criminals that operated above the law” was a little strange sounding to the AI as well, but he would explain to the best of his ability; which happened to be the limited by the extent of his files on the matter.

    ”Criminal activity that operated above the law, as Wilton intended it. What he meant, I deduce, was more along the lines of criminals who did in actuality operate within the law, but utilized loopholes and bribery to seek their ends and so could not be legally stopped.” It was a tangled web his creator did weave, but not so tangled as what the Decepticons were doing. ”Soundwave’s involvement adds a lot more to why you did not encounter much human interference. If there is no information about you or the Decepticons to find, there is no reason for them to investigate.”

    It all seemed very logical to him.

    Though as Knockout went on to the topic of MECH, he stopped that circular massaging and balled the waxing rag up in his plated fingers. The way his optics narrowed, the red rings that suggested a “pupil” contracted... His expression conveyed the same way KARR felt regarding the Foundation. It was not hard to know why as the ruby-red medic explained. Their description was ghoulish; attacking and dissecting Cybertronians from both sides to further their plans. From this brief insight alone, it was clear as to why Knockout hated them. Likely some of the Decepticons they targeted were his friends.

    ”They sound worse than FLAG.” KARR admitted. He had not heard of FLAG or Knight Industries wanting to dissect him and steal his parts, but he could not deny the definite lack of certain... features when he had escaped from storage. ”Were you able to attain some justice for their morbid deeds?”

    The way that Knockout relaxed and returned to buffing his hood seemed to suggest that he did indeed find a way, or at least he found closure of some kind. He even hummed a tune as he resumed the circular motion over his glossy black alloy. However, it seemed that the Decepticons that he had joined tarnished over time, it took thousands of stellar cycles before the faction started to fall apart.

    ”What was so appealing about it in the first place, before it started to fall apart?” KARR could not help but ask, much of his knowledge about the faction made it sound like an inferior choice.

    Knockout made a sound like a snort, and the AI observed a smirk spreading across his metallic face. It looked as if he was mulling over the other’s statement, before he nodded in reply. Of course he would see the logic in seeking each other out more, there was nothing unsound about it. Today would be the beginning, so far as the AI saw it. A race after a waxing, and later a movie at the Drive-In to top it off.

    ”Good, I will have to place some time aside to visit the Drive-In more often, perhaps the Sanctuary as well if you still visit it.” KARR replied.

    Though as for the chassis, it would indeed have to be seen, once it was completed in full. In the meantime, there were movies to be seen and picked at for the many, many fallacies within them. The fact that Knockout was truly interested in “talking slag” about them was all the better, if only to make them more bearable during the time he had to show them. Given Valentines only came around once a year, KARR supposed he could take it if Knockout could.

    ”Naturally, romance itself is nonsensical to the point of idiotic to begin with when portrayed in the arts.” Romeo and Juliet came to mind, along with Phantom of the Opera, and many other plays and writings of the past that filled his cultural databank. ”It deserves all the picking apart and “slag talking” it receives.”
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    Re: No Junk In This Warehouse

    Post by Knock Out on Tue Jun 13, 2017 3:34 am

    How interesting. So even on his own, KARR resisted deactivating himself. Logical as the Trans-Am was, it seems even he could become traumatized. He had managed to work around that the first time, but this...this would be harder. The resources KARR depended on may not be the same now as they had been years ago. The mech nodded his helm in light agreement. "Yes, things do have a tendency to change here. Putting all of your faith in something that might no longer be around would be a bad idea." It was almost tempting to offer his services, but Knock Out held his glossa. He was hardly qualified to work with this, how many times had he transferred a CPU into another body? KARR's system and body were Earth technology. It was possible that he could mess something up and permanently damage KARR. That'd be great for their friendship, wouldn't it?

    Not pride, hm? A lopsided smirk grew on his faceplates, a metal brow rising up in light amusement. "You couldn't bare to explain the situation to Jo before you bolted. That has some degree of pride in it since you didn't want to tell her what was wrong. You didn't want to admit you had a problem. If you told her more, maybe she could have worked something out. And you wouldn't be stuck like this without help." Thick shoulders shrugged, metal bits wobbling. "And you wouldn't be so sheepish about going to see her again." Not a word of it was unkind or cruel, just the pure facts as he saw it. If KARR wound up going to Jo after all, he'd need to swallow his pride and fess up to the mechanic.

    ”...Do I remind you of Starscream?”

    Alabaster lips pursed in thought as he considered the other's thoughts, brows raised up with interest. Again he made optic contact by way of the windshield. The tracking light seemed a bit of an odder place to look at when he was leaning over the other's hood. Starscream was an odd choice for companionship aboard the Nemesis, but what were his other choices? The belligerent Megatron? The brutish Insecticons? Soundwave, the spylike mute? Shockwave, a boring mech that unnerved even Knock Out? And ugh, Predaking... That explained Starscream at least, but what about the Trans Am? Egotistical, perhaps a little bit. The both of them had an overly healthy amount of self-confidence. But the AI hadn't proven himself traitorous, at least not as much as the infamous Second in Command. And he'd been rather open-minded. Finally speaking up, the mech's face twisted into a little grin. "No KARR, you do not. Starscream was an attempt to make the best of a bad situation. While the situation here isn't ideal...it's not quite so bad either. I don't have to 'make the best of it' with you. I actually...like you." Abruptly, ruby red optics fell to the shiny black hood. "We're...friends, I guess." Boy did that sound weird to say.

    Elaboration shed some light onto the purpose of FLAG and by extension, KARR himself. Above the law meant criminals other than the norm, since all criminals operated above the law. The one's FLAG contended with were the kind that messed about with the rules. Namely, obeying the letter of the law but not the intent of it. Loopholes and such. Admittedly, it was the kind of criminal he could respect. The clever kind. "So he made the organization, and you, to operate where the normal Law force could not." Thinking about it made the mech laugh to himself, grinning in amusement "It's rather funny, imagining you as a member of the law! Guess you'd have to give yourself speeding tickets!" It certainly explained why FLAG had gone after KARR. He was intended to ride with a human and work together to fight crimes. The Trans Am had other ideas and typical humans, they didn't appreciate it. "Soundwave is a strange mech, but he's quite useful." Of the Decepticons, Soundwave commanded a measure of respect in a way that Megatron and Starscream just couldn't. Whereas they threw their weight around and bellowed their dominance, the silent mech preferred to let his presence and actions speak for themselves. Only against Airachnid did he actually strike a blow against another 'Con and that was in defense of Megatron.

    Worse than FLAG? "Perhaps, though in a way they are two sides of the same coin. Both groups wish to use technology beyond their understanding and treat them like mere tools. MECH's methods are horrid but the both of them belong in the Pit." Chasing KARR down like a dog to be hunted was a pretty ugly thing in his optics. The AI was in one piece, but it was clear their intention was to blow him up or tear him apart. Some humans were just disgusting. Speaking of which...the Trans Am inquired if he had managed to get justice and the immediate answer was a wide and sadistic grin. His helm tilted to the side, and Knock Out winked his optic. "You bet I did!" There was no small amount of pride in his vocalizer. "Their leader had the bearings to come before Megatron and insist he could be of any service to the Decepticons. Despite having nabbed and attempted to dissect a member of our faction before, Megatron gave him a chance to prove himself. But when he failed..." He trailed off with a purr. "Well. Let's just say he got to visit my medical bay. And I performed a thorough examination." An extended medical stay.

    Sweeping the rag across the shiny surface, pondering to himself. What was so appealing about the Decepticons? He snorted to himself derisively. "I was never one for politics, so when it came to a choice between the Autobots or the Decepticons... I wasn't really paying attention to what each faction was fighting for. But...the Decepticons did seem to project an air of freedom around them. Autobots were a far bit more self-righteous. The Decepticons insisted they were fighting against the system, and when I went to join...they were winning. I joined the winning side! Though I guess in the end, that didn't work out..." Yes, somehow those 'Bots had managed to pull through and win the day. He wouldn't have minded it so much if it weren't for the way they had rejected him and taking him prisoner.

    "Yeah?" He grinned at the other, soon nodding his helm once again. "I do still visit it, occasionally. I'd be glad to see you in there!" Knock Out didn't mind the people who frequented the Sanctuary but they were mostly organic. Having another robot around would be better than great! "Perhaps I too, can make more time to come around and visit this place." An arm gestured vaguely around the garage. A rumbling chuckle signaled the mech's agreement with KARR, as he pulled away from the other's hood, apparently done with his work. "You're right, the arts make romance seem positively obnoxious! People pining for each other, dramatic arguments about who washes the dishes, two people get married only to have one of the partners die. It's all worthy of slag-talking and optic rolling!" Absolutely ridiculous, and not at all very good representation of this thing called 'romance'.
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    Re: No Junk In This Warehouse

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Jun 17, 2017 1:21 am

    Unfortunately, a lack of resources was the least of the AI’s worries, as Knockout’s expression went from contemplative to a smirk. According to Knockout, it had been a matter of pride, though his reasonings behind the answer were incredibly presumptuous.

    ”You are wrong, Knockout, I had told her. There was nothing that could be worked out.” KARR replied, ”She said it could not be done per the work ethic of her shop, that she would put my circuitry at risk if she did so.”

    Though he had not meant any ill-will in his statements, the AI had issue with how inaccurate his assumption was. When it came to whether or not he reminded him of Starscream however, the medic’s answer was far more informed. Of course, it should be, given that he had known the other Decepticon for so long. Although his relationship with the jet-plane robot had been more for necessity and making the best of his situation, it apparently did not feel that way in regards to his relationship with the AI. He actually liked him. They were actually friends.

    ”I understand how you feel, my past partnerships with humans had been out of necessity... As was my partnership with the Dark Judges. This does not remind me of any of those past relationships. They had been for survival, for trying to make sense of the world I had been brought into, and for my own needs. Though my thoughts regarding my prior driver are... mixed, I know I like having you around as well.” KARR replied, pausing for a moment before adding; ”...I am glad I do not remind you of Starscream, that I am not a means of trying to make the best of a bad situation.”

    When it came to FLAG however, Knockout seemed ot get the point of it. Although the thought of the two-toned Trans-Am being part of law enforcement was oddly amusing to him. Odd to the AI, as he felt differently upon the matter.

    He admittance came hesitantly, but the AI was genuine about every word ”...Despite how I talk of it, I had resented that I had been replaced. I know I could have worked as well as that inferior model in the field. The Foundation abandoned me over the decision to program me for the sake of protecting their own work, that I did not become damaged. KITT and I were nearly the exact same in terms of hardware,software, and performance, save for a difference in our prime directives. There was no reason why I, fundamentally, could not have done the work.” But of course, KARR could not help but let his ego slip in, ”I could have done the work better, even.”

    Self preservation, while it seemed to make little sense for a machine being put into a law-enforcement role, made perfect sense for the engineers who wanted to ensure that their single millions of dollars worth of super-car did not destroy itself. Yet despite all the work put into him, all that he had been made up to be, it was KITT who had gotten all of the adoration, all of the care that the Foundation poured into him. But, now that the Foundation no longer existed, that KITT no longer existed... His vendetta steadily trailed off into nothing but bytes of memory. Much like the topic of Soundwave dwindled in the face of more interesting subjects, such as the matter that was MECH.

    Both had the same goals and motivations, though their methods only differed. Despite this, Knockout deemed that both were better off in the pit. KARR whole-heartedly agreed. Even better, Knockout managed to get some manner of revenge against those butchers. He did not get into the details, but from the look upon his face, the ruby-red mech got plenty of just desserts. Though the fact that their leader had foolishly thought to join the ones he had tried to take apart made it all the more sweeter.

    ”I am surprised he made the attempt, given he had essentially attempted to murder your peers prior. But, I suppose he thought himself clever, trying to join you, likely for the sake of furthering his own goals.” KARR considered upon listening to Knockout tell him the tale.

    The rag swept across the surface of his alloy, and a few more amateur streaks vanished under Knockout’s precise attentions. All the while, KARR listened attentively as his friend went on to talk of what made him join. Politics were not the motivating factor here, but merely wishing to be on the winning side and freedom. The way the Autobots seemed so self-righteous discouraged him from joining their ranks. In a way he supposed FLAG was similar: self-righteous, even pompous in the way they did things. Though KARR was not exactly sure what was meant by “fighting against the system.” but from the sound of it, the entire situation sounded like a revolt or a social upheaval.

    ”What system was this? Why was it being fought against?” He could not help but ask, finding the whole matter curious.

    Visiting the Sanctuary certainly boosted Knockout’s spirits, especially the promise that he would see him in there. In turn, Knockout would come visit the garage that KARR squatted in for the time being. The AI would certainly appreciate the visit, though he would be seeking out the theater more often. Though the garage was quiet and very open, having a movie playing in the background helped with conversation topics and general amusement. His hood shone like a black mirror as Knockout stepped back to look it over, reflecting his visage with crystal clarity, beneath the overhead lights. The panel looked almost as if it had been put onto him from a newer model, compared to the rest of him that still had odd streaks.

    ”Agreed, it is a wonder why it is a genre in the first place.” KARR added, though he knew very little about actual romance himself.
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    Re: No Junk In This Warehouse

    Post by Knock Out Yesterday at 6:47 am

    Well, color Knock Out flabbergasted. With an ever rising metal brow, he could only purse his lips in thought. "If you explained yourself to her, why do you think she would have a bad impression of you?" He had been operating under the assumption that KARR fled the scene and left the mechanic with no explanation. That would certainly leave a bad taste in the mechanic's mouth! But if that wasn't the case... "If you explained why you were uncomfortable, and she explained why it couldn't be done, I don't see any issue here besides the obvious one where you're stuck between a rock and a hard place." If Jo wouldn't budge and neither would the AI, then it was clear that they were simply going nowhere. It wouldn't be a problem of bad impressions so much as...there was just nothing to be done!

    On the subject of past partnerships, Knock Out couldn't help but smirk as he listened. So the two of them were similar in more ways than expected. They were ambitious, willing to strike up allies and partners in order to get ahead and survive. Even the human punk who'd done an awful wax job was a means to an end. It was a trait that the mech could respect, as he knew what it was like to live on the run and have to schmooze himself and Breakdown into the good graces of others. Starscream was a traitor, but he was also clever and sticking by the jet always felt like he was securing himself in case ole Megatron kicked the bucket. Between the two, he would have preferred Starscream as a leader. A shame things didn't work out like he'd hoped. "Indeed. Starscream was the best of a bad situation but he was also a bomb waiting to explode." And let's not forget how the jet had managed to evade the Autobots only to leave Knock Out in their brig! A bitter huff sounded from the former medic, optics rolling. "You are far better company."

    Listening patiently to KARR's admission, the Decepticon was respectful. He could understand the feeling, after all. Despite the way he looked back on his creator, the sentimental old fool, he too would have felt hurt if the mech had decided that Knock Out wasn't a good enough student and protege, going on to create a new Sparkling. A little frown grew on his ivory faceplates. "Even worse, this KITT sounds like a real downgrade to me. So what if he valued the life of his human driver? What if the human driver became a hostage? What if KITT had to choose between arresting a dangerous criminal or saving the life of one puny human? With those restrictions they placed on him, he would have obviously tried to save the driver. How that's supposed to be an 'upgrade' is beyond me." The entire ordeal just felt slimy and disgusting to the mech. Humans that wanted to pat themselves on the back and sacrifice the mechanic beings they created to save fleshy lives. And if someone like KARR did not conform the way they wished...ugh. A disgusted snort sounded from him, soon followed by a firm nod. "You would have been a better, smarter operative."

    "It surprised me too. I was sure that Megatron would have rejected him on the spot but I suppose he wanted to test the man...as for the human himself, I think he was arrogant." Yes yes, quite ironic considering the type of mech Knock Out was, but hypocrisy wasn't new to the Crimson Decepticon. "He must have thought himself better than the average human, grand enough to join our ranks. Good thing I cut him down to size~" A deep and devious chuckle sounded from Knock Out, optics shining brightly with cruel mirth. A fitting end, really. The saying goes that "an eye for an eye makes the world go blind", but he took an eye for an optic and the world was still as vibrant as ever!

    Ah yes...the system that had been in place, the very epicenter of the war. Megatron's rallying force and how he had gathered enough support to create a civil war. "A caste system," Knock Out began, tone a little bit heavier though not to the point of becoming grave. "If you were sparked with the body of a miner, your creators having been miners, then guess what? You would have been a miner for life. And that was all there was to it. From the lowest of the low to the highest of the high, your course in life was set. As you can imagine, this led to some anger and unrest eventually. As a member of the medic caste, I was actually pretty high up! It wasn't too bad, although I chafed under the restrictions. I may have had the body of a medic, but my spark certainly wasn't that of a medic's. I appreciate the skills I have, but to live that life until I offlined, constantly doctoring patients and never leaving the medical office..." He grimaced openly. It was such a restrictive feeling. He would have never been able to race, nor open up a Drive-In. His duty would have been to his patients, forever more. Not the life he would have wanted for himself.

    Shaking his helm with a sigh, Knock Out continued. "As sore as mechs got under that system, nobody did anything about it until Megatron. He was born of the lowest caste, a simple miner. He detested his lot in life, and took part in gladiator matches to the death to prove himself. He became close with a mech who would become leader of the Autobots. The two split over their philosophies, as Optimus agreed that the caste system was unfair but disagreed with Megatron's more violent methods. The civil war began and it has lasted ever since." Not a bad reason to engage in a war, perhaps, but the destruction of their planet was the price to be paid.

    With KARR's hood shining so bright as to reflect his image perfectly, the mech couldn't help but to preen and admire himself. Ah, much better indeed! And yet, there were still some streaks splattered across the ebony paint. Knock Out's mouth flattened with a hum, looking the Trans Am over again. "Do you want a full wax?" It would be a shame to leave him looking only partially fantastic. And as for the fanciful genre, the mech could only chuckle lowly. "It's a genre only because humans are fond of romance and the certain things that come with it. Watching romantic movies puts them in the mood for their partners...not the best reason for a genre at all."

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