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—Knockout, may I steal a moment of your time?—
The head medic of the decepticons (and only medic on the entire ship, to be honest) was yet to get used to Optimus Prime, of all bots, approaching him and talking to him calmly, like an ally. Truly, of all of Megatron's sudden, not thought through and impulsive plans, this one was by far the craziest, the most prone to terribly backfiring, and the one that had his circuits in high alert all the time.
Oh when Starscream arrives, he would pay to see the chaos it will definitely follow...
But well, he can't deny, having someone who isn't his conjux talk politely to him in the nemesis is....nice, for a change.
—But of course, Pax! What may it be?—
Calling him Pax instead of Prime still felt so weird...more than once he caught his own voice before an slip. Primus, he really did not want to be the one to royally fuck up. Approaching the "clerk", Knockout discarded on first sight any injuries. Not that he expected Optimus to somehow injury himself while on the nemesis, Megatron would probably have the heads of any mech who dared to touch a single cable of his, but still, he would not put it past the amnesiac prime to have accidents while walking around in the very spare free time he had.
—Oh, well, you see...I have been feeling...somewhat unwell, recently, tired mostly. —
As he claimed that, his servos touched barely below his spark chamber, face plate showing some concern. The gesture was...alarming, to say the less, but it had been so long since Knockout had actually seen someone do it, surely he was just mistaking it for something else.
With a hum, he gestured Orion to sit down in one of the empty med berths.
— Well, lets start with a simple scan to discard the obvious, then I can actually start worrying for whatever may have befallen into our clerk. —
He joked as he reached for one of the old scanners. It was merely a protocol thing, truly, since no mech was dumb enough to try and become a carrier in the middle of the greatest war the cybertronians ever saw. Even Starscream, for all his occasional idiocy, had the sense to take all the necessary precautions.
Just a standar procedure, nothing more.
Of course once the scan was on, the screen would show a blank-
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—...Knockout? Is. . .everything alright?—
The red mech optics stared at the screen, then back at the prime, then back at the screen.
— Stay here and rest, Orion, I have something to do.—
When he catches that mech---
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The scandal could be heard all across the nemesis, probably even from the outside if you were paying enough attention.
What was behind it? The medic of the decepticons, of course, throwing a datapad...and anything he had at servos lenght, to be honest, to his faction leader.
Such an action would usually be inmediatelly punished, no one disrespected the lord of the decepticons and lived to tell the tale. (Unless you were Starscream, for some reason.)
But the reason behind the medic's outburst had caught Megatron so out of guard, he couldnt even bring himself to be mad.
—He has been back a month!!!—
Another datapad that the former gladiator barely managed to dodge it, while the red medic was already scrambling to find anything else to throw. Some vehicons stepped back, not wanting to be the next thing thrown into the warlord direction.
—We are in the middle of a war!! thats not enviroment to raise an sparkling!!—
One of the vehicons was kind enough to lend him another thing to throw, while the feared Decepticon leader searched for cover.
—MY LIEGE DO NOT HIDE BEHIND SOUNDWAVE —
Despite the more than obvious indignation and dissaproval that Knockout was displaying (as if his morals as a medic had finally came back after million of years at war), Megatron seemed lost in thought while standing behind the smaller mech, whose face plate only showed an interrogation sign on repeat, he had barely arrived to see their medic chasing their leader all across the nemesis, and for once, had absolutely no idea what was going on.
—....I am going to be a sire?—
He finally muttered, as if that was the only important thing of the whole ordeal, and not the very fact that he had brought a sparkling to the literal war.
— NOT IF I CATCH YOU, YOU IRRESPONSIBLE, SPIKE MINDED BRUTE!—
The vehicons gave another step back, although not in time for Steve, who was the next thing thrown at the warlord (and actually hit him, since Soundwave dodged at the last klick.)
And they thought the usual lack of medical code from Knockout was scary....
Who would have thought he was worse when it actually clicked in.