::I know you’re a very busy mech, Sir, and I hate to draw your attention away from more important manners for too long, but I did want to touch base and see how you’ve been and how your Cybertron is doing. I trust everything is going well?::

He will never get used to a Knock Out being so comfortable speaking to him. Or so polite. Or so not-red.

::Well enough, Knock Out. We’re backing up and cataloging the Hall of Records currently, and looking into setting up an educational program so that mechs may begin working towards chosen careers. Colonies have begun sprouting up in areas outside of rebuilt cities, with local captains emerging that I’ve been in contact with.::

::Things are deceptively calm for the moment.::

Sir? I-uh-I overheard what went on recently. How awful… I’m worried about you. I know Smokescreen intervened but I just wanted to call and make double sure you’re alright.

::You concern is appreciated, but ultimately unnecessary, Knockout.::

::Captain Datastream suffered somewhat of a breakdown, but did no undue harm. She is confined to the brig, awaiting trial for her recent actions, and only her recent actions. Faction allegiances do not warrant punishment anymore.::

::How extensive is the damage?::

the-good-knockout:

mighty-megatron:

the-good-knockout:

Teal stands in the doorway of the medbay and surveys the area. It looks like a war zone. Knock Out is still laying crumpled on the floor where he fell, leaking energon and looking like he’d been pulverized. The medbay is in shambles. Thankfully the med berths, though dented and scratched, were more or less fine.

::It’s- I think I should be asking you that, Sir. How are you? Are you alright? I know Knock Out can be dangerous.::

…….

::Thank you, Sir. For saving Bumblebee. And stopping Knock Out for doing anyone harm. More harm.::

[…]

::It would appear that my arm may need more attention than previously thought.::

::Really!?:: Oh, he needed to dial that back a bit. He sounded far too enthused. And he didn’t want to give the wrong impression. ::I’d be more than happy-thrilled!-happy to help! If that’s ok with you with.::

It was unfathomably strange to hear such genuine enthusiasm about working on a patient in Knockout’s voice. Without a manic edge to it, no less. 

The space bridge’s coordinates were still set to the alternate ship, so returning was a non-issue. The sense of oddity continues when he sets optics on the teal version of his own now-traitorous medic. The multiverse truly offered no small amount of diversity.

“Your hospitality is noted. Has your alternate been contained?”

::How extensive is the damage?::

the-good-knockout:

the-good-knockout:

Teal stands in the doorway of the medbay and surveys the area. It looks like a war zone. Knock Out is still laying crumpled on the floor where he fell, leaking energon and looking like he’d been pulverized. The medbay is in shambles. Thankfully the med berths, though dented and scratched, were more or less fine.

::It’s- I think I should be asking you that, Sir. How are you? Are you alright? I know Knock Out can be dangerous.::

…….

::Thank you, Sir. For saving Bumblebee. And stopping Knock Out for doing anyone harm. More harm.::

Won’t hold back? Teal looked around the medbay. THIS is holding back? Oh goodness….

::It’s kind of like a virus but not quite. The Dark Prime implanted very insidious coding into his processor. I never imaged it’d take this turn. And I do have individuals coming to help deactivate the coding and restore Knock Out is his normal self.

I appreciate you showing restraint. I’m sure Knock Out will too once he’s in control of himself again.:: Teal has every intention of making Knock Out apologize to both Megatron and Bumblebee in the future. ::Were you harmed at all in the conflict, Sir? I’d consider it not only my responsibility but also an honor to mend any injuries you may have sustained.::

::Good.:: No matter the universe, the Decepticons always seemed short of medics. Depriving them of another because of a few lines of code would be irresponsible. 

Megatron’s fist clenches at the mention of his own injuries- which incidentally causes the energon to well up anew. He would need a weld after all. His own ship had several medics by now, but in this multiversal world, perhaps it could be beneficial to form alliances. It worked for the Prime.

::It would appear that my arm may need more attention than previously thought.::

::How extensive is the damage?::

the-good-knockout:

Teal stands in the doorway of the medbay and surveys the area. It looks like a war zone. Knock Out is still laying crumpled on the floor where he fell, leaking energon and looking like he’d been pulverized. The medbay is in shambles. Thankfully the med berths, though dented and scratched, were more or less fine.

::It’s- I think I should be asking you that, Sir. How are you? Are you alright? I know Knock Out can be dangerous.::

…….

::Thank you, Sir. For saving Bumblebee. And stopping Knock Out for doing anyone harm. More harm.::

He brushes subconsciously at the wound on his arm, energon already dry.

::I have enough experience with unstable mechs to know the risks. What matters is that Knockout was not allowed to continue whatever he had in store. Bumblebee mentioned some sort of virus. I recommend keeping him confined until it is removed from his coding. If this happens again, I won’t hold back.::

Bellator, an honor as always to see you and bask in your presence. I’ve gifts for you, if you’ll have them. *The Generous One offers up to the mighty god an energon cube and a small sword, the prettiest and shiniest one he could find* Not a sword to be wielded as you’ve weapons far greater but a symbolic adornment I felt you could appreciate.

The titan of war places the cube on the ground, stabbing his mighty blade into it and letting the sword drink it up. The gifted sword he carefully takes, gripping the hilt with his claws and running the blunted digits of his other servo along its length.

Such finery shall adorn my armor, then. You honor me with this, Giver. I shall dedicate the next strike of my sword in your name.

HELLO

If we kissed:

  • [] This wouldn’t happen.
  • [] Oh disgusting.
  • [] Again, again.
  • [] Kiss you back.
  • [] Let’s take this to the bedroom.
  • [x] Slap/Push you away.
  • [x] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

  • [] Um no.
  • [x] I’m taken- apologies, doctor.
  • [] Sure.
  • [] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

  • [x] No.
  • [] Ew.
  • [] Sure.
  • [] YES.

Sex?:

  • [] Let’s do it.
  • [] No. You can’t handle my d.
  • [] FUCK YES.
  • [x] No.

Should you reblog this?:

  • [x] Yes. I want to send you one.
  • [] Yes.
  • [] No.