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Rp & ask blog for SG Knockout from the Prime show/aligned universe || Please read rules & about (pending, check pinned post) || follows back from allthesegentlesins

[bluemetalangel]

// Hi! This is Rae! You know, that one lesbian who keeps making blogs? This is a sideblog to my main, @allthesegentlesins and I will follower back from there if we aren't already mutuals.

I'll be adding edited photos of SG Knockout, but just know he's teal colored instead of red and has paint splatters all over his arms.

Rules are below!

The usual stuff, no godmodding, don't control or kill my muse, don't be an asshole, etc

I'm mutuals only - if I don't follow back within a week, I either missed your follow (it happens) or I just don't see our muses interacting. If you think its the former, go ahead and shoot me a message and let me know you've read these rules and the about and I'll take a second look at your blog.

Adding on to the above, if you don't have a rules and about page or something in a pinned post, I will not follow you at all (*unless I know you and we've already spoken about it)

I'm open to shipping and this blog is multi-ship, but do know that KO is openly grieving a recently passed friend and isn't exactly super gung-ho to start flirting. He can also be a tad dense and doesn't "get" flirting.

Minors can follow, but due the heavy amount of triggering content on both my blogs, I will not follow back nor rp with you. Sorry, it's a personal thing!

Personal blogs may follow me, but spamming me with likes or reblogging my rp posts or headcanon posts is a major no no and I will block you for it (also lemme know if you have a rp sideblog!!)

[bluemetalangel]

Knockout is not answering any of his comms.

Anyone who calls him is met with nothing but static. Sometimes, faintly, they may be able to hear what sounds like screaming...but then it fades and its nothing but static once more.

What's going with the sweet teal medic?

[bluemetalangel]

::Knockout, where are you? I have some tea I tried to make, and I need you to give it a try or else.::

:: ................ ::

There is no response. Just the static of a comm that's been intentionally blocked by signal dampeners.

....Smokescreen wouldn't want to hear what Knockout has to say right now, anyway.

[shatterscreen]

Smokescreen pings. Again. And again. And again.

He might even try sneaking away to the Decepticon base, just to yell in person, hoping to march up and knock on Knockout’s doors. Why would he ignore him like this? Surely, he didn’t have any important medical stuff to do? How could you just ignore him like that? When he has tea!

[bluemetalangel]

There is never a response. There's not going to be a response, not for a long time, if ever.

If he makes, which is likely will, he'll find the medbay empty...and Knockout's quarters a wreck. The doors are broken, dented and cracked inward like someone had rammed into them over and over again. Dark scrapes of paint transfer sit there in blacks and purples, large claw marks in the doorframe like someone stood there after forcing them open. There are scorch marks from blaster fire on the floors and walls, and claw marks, long and jagged and deep, from a mech being dragged away against his will, along with teal paint transfers. These lead to the door, and out into the hallway.

Everything is thrown into disarray, the sofa of plushies and blankets has been shot up, fluff and fabric scattered over the floor, table broken, and chairs smashed. Anything not bolted to the floor has been broken in a cruel, needless violence fueled only by the want to hurt the owner of the quarters. There's energon on the floor, and a few small bits of teal plating that has smudges of multicolored paint. Someone got hurt.

And Knockout is no where to be seen.

[bluemetalangel]

::Knockout, where are you? I have some tea I tried to make, and I need you to give it a try or else.::

:: ................ ::

There is no response. Just the static of a comm that's been intentionally blocked by signal dampeners.

....Smokescreen wouldn't want to hear what Knockout has to say right now, anyway.

[bluemetalangel]

Self care is never telling anyone that you're one broken tea cup away from a break down.

...why did he say that so loudly?

[bluemetalangel]

::I heard from a little bunny that you used to be far more active in battle, is that true?::

What? Knockout had just been staring down at his table, helm held gingerly in his hands when the comms flared to life. Did someone - why would anyone mention what he used to do? What he used to be?

:: I don't know who told you that, dearie...but I suppose more active is a gentle way of putting it. ::

[shatterscreen]

bluemetalangel​:

:: It’s hard to imagine because I stopped shortly after I became a medic during the war. I took an oath to do no harm. I plan to stand by that. This is - it is difficult to explain, over comms. ::

There’s a moment of silence, and then Knockout simply sends over a file of himself. It’s basic information, but his kill count is listed just under his weapons of choice - an energon sniper as secondary…and a bow as his primary. His kill count is…extremely high. Almost something Prime would have approved of, had Knockout been an Autobot.

:: I don’t want to know what my count is. Please don’t tell me. ::

::An oath to do no harm? Clearly one Ratchet doesn’t follow. And... You do not have to explain, if you do not wish. I know thinking about a first kill is a lot. I think the first few times, I had stressed over it so much, overthought it, that the other bot got away. Very embarrassing.::

Smokescreen takes a look through the file, noting any other details, such as perhaps a birthday, before he stares, mouth agape, at the number, ::How? How do you have a higher body count than me? You do not have to answer that, I’m just... Ugh.:: He doesn’t mention the specific number, it’s too hard to believe.

::Am I failing as an Autobot? Should I strive for these numbers? Is this all true?::

[bluemetalangel]

:: Not all medics believe in it, or take it very seriously. I'm one of the very last that does. And...if you really want to know, I'll tell you, but not over comms, ok? I'm just...it feels wrong. I'm sorry. ::

He's quiet, staring down at his hands while he knows Smokescreen is reading that file. It also specifies that he was Spec. Ops. at one point, early on in the war, possibly even detailing how he chose to finish his medical training and become a full fledged medic and take his oath. His birthdate is in a few months - October, by human calendars. :: I was just going to say, dearie, that this isn't something I want to answer. There might be videos, somewhere, battle recordings. I don't know. ::

:: Well...I can't tell you if you're a good Autobot, but I know you are a good mech, and the only reason to add to your body count is to protect someone you love. The kind of...what I did, it was born of pain, and rage, and it made me feel dead, and cold. Please do not strive to kill. Please. You're too good for that. ::

[bluemetalangel]

::I heard from a little bunny that you used to be far more active in battle, is that true?::

What? Knockout had just been staring down at his table, helm held gingerly in his hands when the comms flared to life. Did someone - why would anyone mention what he used to do? What he used to be?

:: I don't know who told you that, dearie...but I suppose more active is a gentle way of putting it. ::

[shatterscreen]

::More active does sound like a way to imagine it. It is hard to imagine, and the other bot refused to give details, so I wanted to ask if there were any you would be willing to share. Do you have a kill count? ... Is your kill count larger than mine?:: Though, considering he has not killed a mech directly on his own, perhaps that was a low bar.

[bluemetalangel]

:: It's hard to imagine because I stopped shortly after I became a medic during the war. I took an oath to do no harm. I plan to stand by that. This is - it is difficult to explain, over comms. ::

There's a moment of silence, and then Knockout simply sends over a file of himself. It's basic information, but his kill count is listed just under his weapons of choice - an energon sniper as secondary...and a bow as his primary. His kill count is...extremely high. Almost something Prime would have approved of, had Knockout been an Autobot.

:: I don't want to know what my count is. Please don't tell me. ::

[bluemetalangel]

::I heard from a little bunny that you used to be far more active in battle, is that true?::

What? Knockout had just been staring down at his table, helm held gingerly in his hands when the comms flared to life. Did someone - why would anyone mention what he used to do? What he used to be?

:: I don't know who told you that, dearie...but I suppose more active is a gentle way of putting it. ::

[bluemetalangel]

He missed the majority of the night, but he'd been tired and slept through the entirety of it. He doesn't really mind, though. Sylas had visited and left him a few new books downloaded into his datapad, so Knockout at least as something to do as he waits for his tea to steep.

[bluemetalangel]

"I've done spark scans before. This was the last one I did, just as we touched down on Earth -"

"Grief can do odd things to a spark. It can distort it, dull it, even kill it sometimes..."

"...I suppose it could be worse..."

[partysuperior]

>> @bluemetalangel // via.

     “Nope.”

     Simple and matter-of-fact – not something he tends to be anymore, really, Knockout should be grateful for the coherency – Soundwave lifts a pede and starts his forward trek with medic in hand. Arm. All of his upper body. Large as he is, the CO remains a rather spindly mech. It takes a lot of him to bear this extra weight, and he actually has the forethought to wrap a few cables around Knockout as well, but this comes at the price of everything becoming very top-heavy.

     It’s hard to manage, and it looks ridiculous. Soundwave is nothing if not determined, however! Even when they awkwardly tip until he’s using the wall as an extra crutch, he continues to slide pede after stubborn pede towards the residential block.

     (Oh, and one extra cable did manage to scoop up Knockout’s tea. It’s probably the only thing that’s retained any dignity, or at least all of it’s contents.)

[bluemetalangel]

"No!?" While he is grateful to get a straight answer, it's not that comforting of an answer! He has so much work to do! He's the only medic around here, now that...now that he was all alone.

Besides, Soundwave couldn't really support the medic's extra weight, even if he didn't weigh all that much. The CO was a spindly thin-framed mech after all, and while smaller, Knockout's mass was all in one area. The extra cables do help, if only to keep him from tipping right out of Soundwave's arms.

By the time they're leaning on the wall and barely moving forward with every sliding, strained step, Knockout is leaning on his elbows and has his chin in his hands.

"Soundwave, dear, my lovely songbird, you cannot possibly continue carrying me. You're already top heavy normally, but with me as well we'll end up tipping over." At least his tea hasn't been spilled. He's glad about that, it was a particularly good tea and that was his last bit of it in that cup - anyway.

"Sweetie, if I promise to go with you, would you put me down? I don't want you to hurt yourself, dear..."

[bluemetalangel]

over the shoulder. This is a kidnapping. I am kidnapping you.

"Oh, hello Smo- oh dear!" Knockout is small. So very small, and he never really expects to be kidnapped in the middle of the day, right out of the medbay. At least he wasn't in the middle of a repair - just sitting and staring tiredly at empty space.

The teal medic huffed, though it barely sounded annoyed, and he patted Smokescreen's shoulder. "Dearie, if you need something from me you know my comms is always open to you, right? You don't have to go about snatching me out of the medbay...I should really be in there, you know, only medic and all..."

But he's not really fighting it. In fact, he sounds so tired his voice has gone from it's usual gentle, upbeat and warm tone to something more dull and tired - still with all of the usual affection and warmth, of course.

[bluemetalangel]

over the shoulder. >:) // @partysuperior

There's the softest gasp as Knockout is bodily lifted away from his workbench, legs kicking out in surprise for just a moment before he realizes just who is lifting him up. And then the teal medic huffs, squirming in Soundwave's grip until he can gently bap the goofball of a mech on the helm.

"Sweetie, you startled me!" There's no venom in his words, just a tired sort of teasing playfulness. He's been awake for...quite some time. Being the only medic around is quite tiresome, and there's an ache in Knockout's frame that a part of him knows he's far too young to have.

"...um, no offense dear, but could you put me down - I've got so much work to do right now and there's so little time in the day...and my tea will get cold..."

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Send “Over the Shoulder” for my muse’s reaction to suddenly being picked up and flung over your muse’s shoulder like a bag.

Send “Like a Bag” for my muse to suddenly pick up yours

[bluemetalangel]

He feels like smothering someone in affection. But who?

[bluemetalangel]

::Knock Out, please--:: The smallest sneeze escapes him, ::--Please help me, I think I am going to reach the well soon if I don't--:: Another, comically teeny sneeze, ::--If I am not spared this humiliating illness.::

Excuse him, he started giggling at the first sneeze and only gets worse at the second sneeze. Primus, how awful, but also Primus he sounds like a tiny cyberkitten!

:: That, um, that does sound...like an awful ventilation infection. A bit of fluid back up, maybe. It's rather easy to clear up, shouldn't your medics be equipped to deal with it, sweetie? ::

Then again, Knockout couldn't imagine Ratchet bothering with a simple cold.

:: Why don't you come over, dearie, some hot tea and soup will do you some good and I'll mix something up to clear out your vents, alright? ::

[shatterscreen]

::Doesn’t it? It’s terrible, I think if I went to Ratchet, he would already plan my obituary. So sadly, I must go to the more- achu! More accomplished professional.::

Knock Out doesn’t need to say more than “soup,” Smokescreen is requesting a bridge, making a beeline directly to him, which Knock Out can likely hear from thee slowly louder footsteps and sneezes as he makes his way.

When he comes by, Smokescreen does look rather tired, his plating dull, but it seems more alike a cold than anything truly spark-draining. He also is holding a small box, “I happened to bring something in exchange for this.”

[bluemetalangel]

:: Perhaps, but I try to have some faith in my fellow medics. It gets considerably harder for ones like...him. ::

The warning provided by the sneezing gives Knockout plenty of time to very quickly rearrange the plushies and pillows on his couch to make room. A weighted blanket, neatly folded, is left on the arm of the couch when Smokescreen comes in; the teal medic immediately goes to him with a worried expression.

"Oh dear, you look terrible sweetspark! Come come, sit down before you fall over -" Knockout attempts to guide him over to the couch, taking the box and setting it down on the little side table. "Don't worry about that, dearie, you don't ever have to exchange anything to get a bit of help. You're lucky I was already making tea, it already done, so let me just go get you a cup, hmm?"

He smiles at Smokescreen, and if he can reach - if the poor mech had sat down on the overly cutesy seat surrounded by overly cutesy plushies - he'll cup Smokescreen's face and give him a very motherly kiss on the forehead before he hustles back to the kitchen to get that tea.

[bluemetalangel]

// if ur muse ever wants TLC in the manner of a mom friend kissing their forehead, feeding them and making them tea while humming along to heavy metal, you've come to right place