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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 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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