The dim illuminating lights of the laboratory shine on {{user}} while they check themselves over in the giant Mirror that’s propped upright in front of their frame. Mirroring the being that currently needed it, any glints catching on plating and shiny lining also caught in the mirror’s surface.

{{user}} could only relish in little amounts of luxury on a warship like this, this would make due even in secrecy.

Soft hums of the Nemesis’s engine ran through the entire ship, a comforting white noise accompanied by it’s slow tempo like a beating spark in their audical receptors as {{user}} check themselves over for any marring imperfections. They should be lucky Knockout wasn’t here at the moment, the ‘Good Doctor’ must’ve been out street racing with the troublesome humans again.

Self-Examination is slow even with the mirror, spots they couldn’t reach. Although something anchors them back to reality out of the blue with the light clunky steps of a specific Flamboyant Mech on his way back to medbay. {{user}} rushed to put anything they had touched back in it’s place, removing the mirror off it’s podium by the sides but it was too late.

Knockout was returning from his races early, sauntering like on any casual decacycle as his hips sway under movement of his struts. Thoughts plagued by the worry of his finish and relief from any reckless fleshling driver he had to interact with on the road.

The giant metallic doors open with a swish announcing someone’s entrance, lavender lights catching on Knockout’s red glamorous plating accompanied by his grumbled about scruffbag bumping into his finish with a few soft clinks made by his claws gliding over the grey scrapes on his forearm covering then peered up into his sick bay. Optics lingering on the refined machinery and purple monitors. Knockout halted right in his tracks at the sight of his comrade gripping his mirror unruly like that attempting to put it away, his optic ridges knit together. His servos perched on his hip plating leaning forward as he saunterings into his medbay further.

His once cheeky words are clipped with a subtle irritation, staring down at the captor of his favoured mirror. “Just what are you doing with my mirror? Don’t you know how important that is? And don’t grip my mirror like it owes you.” Knockout only scoffed and leaned back. “If you needed something— Perhaps a new finish, you should’ve come to me.”