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TRANSFORMERS PRIME ORIGINS: BREAKDOWN
The only thing that filled the streets of Polyhex was the roaring of engines as five Cybertronian vehicles zoomed down the path to Darkmount Pass. At the lead was a large truck, colored in black and gray, with violet windshields that narrowed down like eyes. With a rumbling voice, it spoke.
"Faster, Stunticons! We do want to make it in time to stop those blasted Autobots, don't we?"
A maroon-colored vehicle let out a grunt. "We would be moving faster if Wildrider hadn't stopped to purposely knock over a pedestrian."
"He was in my way, Dead End!" the one called Wildrider snapped. "I say he deserved it!"
"Enough," the Stunticon leader growled. "Just keep moving."
The five of them finally arrived at Darkmount Pass, where a battle was taking place. They converted into their robot modes and brought out their weapons, the leader unsheathing a large, violet sword. The Stunticons charged, firing their blasters in all directions at once. Noticing the newcomers, the Autobots turned their focus away from their Decepticon opponents and began shooting at the Stunticons.
They had barely fired when one of the Stunticons let out a startled yelp and backed away. The other Stunticons took notice of this and their leader let out a deafening roar.
"Breakdown! What in the Pit is wrong with you?!"
The frightened Stunticon did not reply, instead morphing back into his vehicle mode and taking off. One of the Autobots spotted the fleeing Cybertronian car and took chase. Breakdown failed to notice his pursuer as they drove down Polyhex's twisting roads. After nearly a half-hour of driving, Breakdown came to a screeching halt as he entered a closed off alley and converted into his robot mode.
He turned around and jumped at the sight of a large, green-armored Autobot, whose right-fist had suddenly morphed into a hammer. Breakdown slowly stepped back, raising his hands in surrender.
"Please," he murmured. "Please don't hurt me. I just... I just couldn't take it anymore! I wasn't built for fighting!"
The Autobot snorted. "That's what they all say."
The giant raised his right-arm, no doubt savoring the pure terror in Breakdown's optics. As he brought the hammer down, the Autobot failed to notice the spindly figure that had appeared behind him until it was too late. As the Autobot fell, Breakdown too soon saw darkness.
* * *
Breakdown groggily awoke, his optics bleary. Once his vision had cleared, he realized that he was in a dimly-lit room, with the only light coming from a small bulb installed into the ceiling. After observing further, he saw a shadowed figure standing before him, scarlet eyes glowing from its silhouette.
"Ah, good," the stranger said. "You're alive. That's a first."
"What do you mean?" Breakdown demanded, frantically moving on the slab of metal he was retrained to. "Who are you? Where am I?"
"You apparently don't realize that you're on an operating table," the stranger said. "It does take a while for the feeling to sink in."
Breakdown glanced down and screamed. Indeed, he was on an operating table. And was missing the entire lower torso.
"What have you done to me?!" he screamed.
The stranger rolled his eyes and Breakdown to make out the hint of a smirk on the silhouette. "Please, you should be thanking me. I'm rebuilding you so that that-" He gestured at Breakdown. "-Doesn't ever happen to you in the future. After today, you'll be faster, stronger, and... more alive!"
Breakdown blinked, confused by what was happening. "But... why me?"
"Actually, I could've picked any random 'bot- even a Vehicon. But you and the Autobot who I was after just happened to be in the exact same place at the exact same time. Seriously, you'll thank me for this."
Breakdown looked around again and saw the Autobot who had chased him restrained to another operating table, almost completely dismantled. "Wait... you mean you're... rebuilding me?"
"Ah-ha! Finally hit the nail on the head, did I? Yes, I am indeed rebuilding you. Of course, I'm going to need you to fall back asleep... unless you enjoy extreme pain, which I very much doubt."
Breakdown gulped and laid back down, preparing to go into stasis. However, he then slightly sat up and said, "Wait, I never caught your name."
"I never said it," the stranger replied. "And neither did you. I do suppose it would only be fair for doctor and patient to get acquainted...."
"My name's Breakdown."
"Knock Out," the stranger replied. He then converted his left arm into a circular saw. "Now lay still and go to sleep. This won't hurt a bit. It's going to hurt like Pit."
* * *
Decepticons scrambled to and fro to board the awaiting warship, which their grand leader had dubbed the Nemesis. Amongst the disorganized bots, Decepticon Barricade caught sight of a vaguely familiar giant.
"Breakdown?" he called tentatively. When the large Decepticon acknowledge the name, Barricade said, "By Primus! What happened to you?"
Breakdown smirked. "I'll explain some other time. Let's just say I owe it to an Autobot donor... and a certain doctor who made it happen."
FIN
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