[ The Andalite is watched closely, but not by the projection. Its purpose has been fulfilled, and Knock Out keeps it now just for the sake of focusing this alien’s attention. It’s the car next to them that adjusts its visual relays, observing carefully. One sideview mirror shifts just slightly, for a better view.
This creature is awfully quick to jump into a truce, isn’t he? Not that that’s a problem, he won’t turn away an ally. It’s just foolish. It reminds Knock Out of — something. More blanks, unhelpful and frustrating. But what he does remember is that the correct answer to a proposal like this is yes, always yes. He’ll just have to see if it pans out that way in practice, too.
The holoform flickers out of sight, deactivated. A moment later the car shifts again, but this time it isn’t subtle. In an instant it’s a whir of metal, shifting panels as pieces of metal realign and conform to a new shape: vaguely humanoid, still forming even as it rises from the ground. In just seconds Knock Out is fully formed where the car used to be, evidence of it still apparent in the gleaming red of his paint job, the decals along his forearms. He stands nearly twenty feet tall, and steps from the parking spot onto the sidewalk proper as the last pieces of his plating click into place. ]
Sounds like a good deal to me. [ He stares down at the Andalite, faceplate even more pale than he’d designed his human form, gleaming red eyes bright with attention, and smiles. ] I’m Knock Out.
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This creature is awfully quick to jump into a truce, isn’t he? Not that that’s a problem, he won’t turn away an ally. It’s just foolish. It reminds Knock Out of — something. More blanks, unhelpful and frustrating. But what he does remember is that the correct answer to a proposal like this is yes, always yes. He’ll just have to see if it pans out that way in practice, too.
The holoform flickers out of sight, deactivated. A moment later the car shifts again, but this time it isn’t subtle. In an instant it’s a whir of metal, shifting panels as pieces of metal realign and conform to a new shape: vaguely humanoid, still forming even as it rises from the ground. In just seconds Knock Out is fully formed where the car used to be, evidence of it still apparent in the gleaming red of his paint job, the decals along his forearms. He stands nearly twenty feet tall, and steps from the parking spot onto the sidewalk proper as the last pieces of his plating click into place. ]
Sounds like a good deal to me. [ He stares down at the Andalite, faceplate even more pale than he’d designed his human form, gleaming red eyes bright with attention, and smiles. ] I’m Knock Out.