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WHO: Open to everyone if you want to interact with Knock Out but there's one private thread for Dead End and Rung
WHERE: The medbay, Solus Temple
WHEN: Anytime
WHAT: Knock Out's is working for once, if you ask him he will say its only to please his ~~sexy~~ lady FirstForged. He's checking on patients, treating your muse if he/she is the one injured, practicing an autopsy on one of the giant bugs (thanks Fracas for that).....the usual for a docbot.
WARNINGS: Snark, gossiping, sassy Cons at work...I will update if needed.

[The sooner he sets his own medbay the better, Knock Out thought, checking a datapad and looking around. However, Solus banned him from steali...borrowing the tools from the actual medbay, and he had to work there for the time being. There were way too many Autobots around for his own comfort. He would admit that not all of them were bad but trying to work with Ratchet being Ratchet was anything but easy. And watching Ambulon walk around with his paintjob falling apart made Knock Out's skin crawl. One day he will do something drastic about that. First Aid was easy to deal with, at least.

Knock Out was wondering why most of those tools had chew marks on them and made a mental now about asking ravage later. With his drill. The doctor sighed and moved on to the next patient.]

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Dead End flirting is an experience that Knock Out doesn't want to experience, but that one he would watch with morbid curiosity.

Dark Energon always happens. It's like, the doom of the TF:Prime Cons.

"No, we can't. I'm a busy medic, you know. Broken wings don't fix itselves." Dead End seemed even more broody than usual and that made Knock Out...worried wouldn't be the right word. But he was concerned enough to ask. "What's wrong now?"

He was quite the sweet talker back in the day, he'll have you know.

"Then leave me like this," he mumbles, curling in on himself as much as he can. He can do some minor repairs on his own. Sure it would be better if he got help from an actual medic be repaired properly, but if Knock Out was busy with other things then he was fine with that. He knew what life was like, he knew his chances of survival. He wouldn't leave an attractive corpse, but that was his luck wasn't it.

"I kissed him," he finally admits, making sure he's looking anywhere but at the medic. He doesn't really want to talk about this.

Oh, wow. The world should know that.

Knock Out makes a face, but he's not going anywhere.

"Don't be childish, you are worse than Starscream." If you aren't offended after that, then you should be. Knock Out circles him so he can reach the damaged wing, checking it to make sure it's still properly fixed in place while it heals.

"Hmmm...?" When Dead End confess that last part, Knock Out's face doesn't change, he keeps checking the wounds. The sound he did, however, was a silent question. So, what happened next?

Only Wheeljack knows it and it'll probably stay that way.

If Dead End's face could look anymore unhappy, it would. Comparing him to Starscream, of all mechs, he gets the insult. Anyone that knew of Starscream would understand that kind of insult.

"I'm not worse than him," he grumbles, wing twitching as Knock Out looks it over.

"And Rung doesn't like me. I guessed as much."

What a pity.

Good. Knock Out wants to feel insulted when eh does that, otherwise he's wasting time.

"No one is worse than him, but that's because he sets the bar really low, Dead End. Don't move." One of his fingers lights up and he uses it as a soldering iron to fix one of the joins.

"I talked to Rung, he said you left very quickly." He's not going to say much more about what Rung shared with him, though.

"I," he starts before stopping himself as Knock Out tells him not to move. Once the medic finishes he relaxes a little - but not much - and adjusts his posture to better allow the other to work.

Might as well. Doesn't seem like he has much choice in the matter.

"I didn't..." his voice grows quiet as he thinks about what happened. No doubt if he doesn't talk about it Knock Out will just make him. And if he's already talked to Rung then he already knows. "Didn't feel like sitting around to listen to why what I did was bad, and something I shouldn't do."

He's had enough of those conversations from having the kind of diet he does.

He's doing that for your own sake, not trying to hurt Dead End further. Knock out know his job well. He grabs Dead End's wrist and moves the arm up and down, then in a rotation way to check the shoulder joins.

"Hm... there's something that just doesn't move properly......The idea that maybe Rung was overwhelmed didn't come to your mind? Overwhelmed is not the same as disgusted."

Dead End allows Knock Out to do what he wants, quietly commenting on how it would figure that he's probably broken beyond repair. Wouldn't surprise him, and considering everything he's been through in his life up to this point, it's amazing it hadn't happened sooner.

He's not doubting the medic's skills, he's just doubting life.

Nothing new there.

"I shouldn't have done it to begin with. And he wasn't."

Sure he didn't ask or even think about that, but it seemed pretty clear that Rung wasn't into the idea.

Knock Out thought about calling out Dead End on of his endless stupidity when it come to basic relationships but he decided that it wasn't worth it. Instead, he started to look for something inside the nearest cabinet.

"When was the last time you had a full bath? If you ever had one, that's it. Your joints are dry...Ah, here it is." Knock Out pulled out a grease gun and turned to focus his attention on Dead End, working on his arm one more time. "If you don't want to wear out your joints I suggest you to enjoy the warm pools of energon under this temple. In fact..medic orders, once you get out of here I want you to stay in one of the pools for at least one hour. It will relax you too." If Dead End could ever relax, that's it.

"You don't know, you keep assuming things. Thankfully, you two will have plenty of time to figure that out. I assigned you as his bodyguard. But don't tell Megatron, for both of our sakes."

The Stunticon watches in silence not bothering to answer the question until Knock Out returns with the gun and finishes talking. The last time he-?

"I don't know about you, but we didn't get those luxuries back home. With the war, there wasn't much time... And Cybertron being." Well what was left of Cybertron.

Dead End does he best not to shuffle, managing to only squirm slightly. "Been trying to avoid Autobots, and there's a lot of them in this temple."

Aka, he hasn't been in one since arriving here either.

When the medic mentions being assigned as Rung's bodyguard, he stiffens up, optics going wide.

"W-what?!" Knock Out can't be serious. "I can't! Just because I'm a mercenary doesn't mean I'd make a good bodyguard!" Not that he wouldn't have taken that kind of job in the past, but this was different.

He wants to avoid Rung after what happened, not be around him constantly.

"We don't either, not anymore. Finding energon to supply our basic needs has become one of our primary goals." Still, Knock Out always tries to keep himself clean and in perfect condition. Dead End had no excuse in his opinion.

"There are too many Autobots everywhere for my liking. Are you staying in your assigned room? " Because Knock Out sure isn't. "Mercenaries are good bodyguards, if they don't end killing who they're supposed to protect. You also don't get to say no. Do you want him to get killed? He has the bad habit of ending maimed easily."

He'd been alone for some time, and he did the best he could to keep himself looking good. He didn't have anywhere near the luxuries that Knock Out had, back at base. He's lucky to have even had a buffer for himself out in space.

"Assigned temple." The exact room, no. He picked a room for himself in the temple matching the Firstforged's mark he bore.

Dead End shakes his head, "Of course I don't want him to get killed. I wouldn't-" He wouldn't like Rung if he wanted him dead.

"But that doesn't... After what just happened."

Talk about awkward.

"Like me then." It looks like Cons are very similar when it comes to being ~~paranoid~~ cautious.

"Nothing happened. Nothing that can't be fixed anyway. What's the worse that could happen?" Knock Out is quickly finished with one of the arms and he gives Dead End a not so gentle pat on the back before moving to his other side.

"Roll, I need to work on the other arm."

It was less of that and more, the Autobots will have a harder time finding him if he's not in his original room. Especially Smokescreen.

"Nothing that can't be fixed? I kissed him! You can't fix that..." Not with mechs like Rung. Things would never be exactly like they were before he went and kissed him.

Life didn't work that way.

The order causes the Decepticon to vent a sigh, readjusting himself as instructed to allow Knock Out to work.

"A lot bad could happen."

Dead End you should share your dislike for the rookie autobot with Knock Out. He wants to offline the bot as well.

"Depends. Are you that much of a bad kisser? Practice makes perfect, Deads." Clearly knock Out didn't see, or care, what was the big deal.

"A lot bad could happen always..." The red mech lowers his voice, looking more serious as he works. "I know that very well."

He's not so sure about offlining, that would require fighting, he just doesn't like the bot.

"I," he's taken aback at the question, blinking as he looks at the Medic. Sure his mouth was different, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to kiss. "No, I... I've kissed a lot of bots in my life, I don't need practice. That wasn't what I meant."

The Stunticon shudders faintly, optics dimming some.

"He doesn't need someone like me."

Actually, it might only require a well thrown, huge, rock to the head.

"A a lot of bots, uh?" Knock Out looked up for a second to give him a smirk, eyebrows up. "Who would have guessed. Good for you." Once he was done working on the joint's arm Knock Out put the gun away and crossed his arms.

"No one needs Decepticosn like us, Dead End. But sometiems Decepticons just happen."

He's fine not murdering anyone yet, thanks.

"I didn't- It was a long time ago, can we not talk about this." Ever. Things before the war wasn't something he really talked about to people, not in detail. And he wasn't about to start. Especially not to Knock Out, and not about his flirty attitude he had back then.

"He'd be better off without me. Safer too."

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