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The smile quickly faded into a neutral expression and if it was possible, he’d have paled considerably at what was just learned.
Other dimensions?
He was just, he had JUST bridged back onto the ship from doing some work, he’d been on the Nemesis for a solid thirty minutes now and absolutely nothing seemed off or different–
Brows going up and optics that had zoned out momentarily suddenly widened as he came back to reality, now looking more directly at Megatron, tone of voice similar to a combination of panic and attempting to relax or stay calm.
“ Well if I’m here, then does that mean there is another of me off in my–” A slight sneer decorated his face, confusion, focus, optics closing as he processed and thought of how to word things. A slow ‘exhale’ of a sigh as his inner fans kicked up more, slightly audible now. “ In, his, med bay??”
All things considered, this was going well.
Megatron relaxed further, taking another step back from Knockout and pinning him with his stare.
“No,” he said. “The Knockout of this ‘verse has long since departed our company. He left to travel the universe in his own time and we’ve since lost contact. There’s little danger of finding anything on this ship reminiscent of his presence.”
What had this mech gone through? Where was he, at what stage had his history progressed, to the point where Megatron could possibly begin to understand the doctor’s state of mind? Was Breakdown still alive, in his ‘verse? Were they still on Earth?
All in due time.
“You’re taking this better than I expected,” he admitted after a moment. “Most...don’t.”