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Oh well, that wasn’t his problem, in fact it made his work that much easier, there was much less of a fight to get them to allow him to properly take care of his duties with them as opposed to more self aware bots like Starscream.

 

“Open up.” It was a simple command but the vehicon did as directed and a connection port on the side of his neck was exposed. Taking a cord from the monitor Knock Out easily pulled the wire in and turned to the screen, back to the vehicon, as he read the read out on the screen. He was a bit curious from the first line, looking back over his shoulder at the con on his medical berth. “Your designation is ‘John’?”

 

“Yes, sir.” was the only answer he received, no explanation as to why this venison had a human name as his designation and Knock Out knew he would have to ask painfully direct questions to get the whole story. He would have done so if he had the time, but as it was his day was going to be busy and he couldn’t take extra time on one random vehicon.

 

He watched the various data on the screen for a few more moments before pressing the save indicator so that the data, along with who it was about, would be stored on his medical hard drive in case it was needed later. He retrieved the cord, unplugging it from the vehicon’s neck and picked up a data pad that populated it’s self with a list unique to this vehicon, just as it should.

 

“Alright John, bring out your gun arm.” He watched as the vehicon followed the order, the change of shape quick and fluid with no binding. “Now back.” Again there were no issues.

 

Knock Out continued like that, for a while listing off the various equipment that the vehicon should have, having him pull it out and return it to idle as he watched and insured that there weren’t any performance issues. The list was plain, and boring, made up of things like chest missile launchers and the like, standard issue stuff. Then Knock Out had him shift into his alternate mode and went through the rundown of his various equipment that he should have accessible in his vehicle mode. Seeing nothing wrong he had John change back into his root mode, typing his medical clearance into the data pad. 

 

“Looks like you are just fine, please let the next one in line know they can come in as you leave.” He said, going back to the monitor to set down his pad and check the length of the line. 

 

“Your next Steve.” He could hear John say as he walked out the door, the line extending around the bend of the corridor outside. He was going to hate maintenance check in day.