Nighthawk tries to thwart Knockout's attempts at giving him a medical check-up, but ultimately fails.
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"Of course... out of all things, I get stuck in a door made to fit Vehicons." Nighthawk grumbled to himself. His shoulders were wedged in the door frame, preventing him from escaping. "Why do we even have a door this small?"

"Nighthawk! I hope you're still patiently waiting for your medical exam, because it's your turn!" Somehow, Knockout's voice could be heard over the Vehicons' clamoring in the other room.

Nighthawk cursed under his breath and squeezed his shoulders forward, desperately trying to fit through the door. He couldn't get caught, not like this. There would be no end to the teasing and joking if that happened.

He finally managed to wrench himself free, but not without gouging deep scratches into his shoulder plates and warping the doorframe. No matter. Those could be fixed.

"What did you do to my door?!" Knockout cried in absolute horror. "Breakdown, get him!"

"Scrap." Nighthawk turned and ran, flattening his rotors against his back.

His thundering steps alerted anyone in the vicinity of his presence—much like Megatron's did—and thus provided a clear warning to stay out of his way. Behind him, he could hear Breakdown giving chase. While Breakdown was shorter and stockier than Nighthawk, he had almost no trouble keeping up.

There was a crossroads ahead. Two patrolling Vehicons walked into view, but very quickly stepped back once they saw Nighthawk coming.

Nighthawk dug his claws into the wall where it came to a point at the corner and steered himself around it so he didn't crash into the opposite wall. Breakdown wasn't so lucky. His momentum nearly put him through the wall.

Nighthawk believed he was home free.

And then he wasn't.

Knockout had surprised him by suddenly showing up and launching something at his pedes. Whatever it was, it got tangled up in his legs and he fell flat on his face.

A low growl rumbled within Nighthawk's chassis. But before he could tear off the restraint, Knockout gave him a little jab with his electric staff.

"Behave." The red medic huffed, crossing his arms over his chassis. "And here I thought Starscream was fussy."

"Do not compare me to that traitor." Nighthawk spat angrily. His rotors practically quivered with annoyance.

"Maybe if you had cooperated, I wouldn't." Knockout rolled his optics. "Now, be a good lieutenant and set an example for the troops. They're already antsy. You wouldn't want me to tell Megatron that you refused a medical examination, would you?"

Nighthawk let out a long, exasperated sigh and slowly pushed himself to his pedes. "You're lucky I can't kill you." He muttered.

"Yes, yes, you've said that many times before." Knockout twirled the staff in his digits. "Now hurry on back to the infirmary, I haven't got all day. I'm on a tight schedule."

Nighthawk reluctantly obliged, ignoring Breakdown as he finally arrived on the scene wheezing and slumped against the wall.

He hated check-ups.