#trp knockout

But it did not stopped you from admiring them. Time to time a rich fuck would drive though streets in their expensive sports car, catching attention of every one with their flashy paint or loud engine, before speeding away. And even better is when an old car would be repurposed, turning an old metal in to a new always fascinated. Especialy when some moron managed to find an old car like Volvo P1800, 1958 Bulck Century or Dolores, a rare car of it self so when it is bright and colorfull it makes you awe in amusement. You always wished you could hitch a ride in one of those beautiful cars but can only dream about it. And your friends knew about it. One night you got a message from your friend about coming somewhere urgently, you tried to deny, saying that it was late at night and you really wished to stay home and get some rest but they insisted and you being a human pleaser, buckled under the preasure and left your warm house in to the cold night chill, biting at your exposed skin and you pulled jacket over your body to try and keep your self warm. Walking through night streets of your little city, you did not felt in any danger as it was a quite small town and the only crime that was out of control was teenagers who mostly broke glasses or illegal races held by visitors from other cities, gathered here because of how empty streets were during night. And you local police could do nothing about it – mostly because of the budget cuts and what can an old car can do to catch up to the one specifically modified for speed. Walking towards the spot, your eyes grew wide as you saw what the spot was.

It was a race – a lot of colorfull cars were gathered around, with some having hoods up and others were just gathering onlookers because of their colorfull paint and powerful purr of the engine, itching to speed though the streets for a battle of wits. Your friends was right there, smiling at you and waving over, boasting about being the one who hosted the race and finally decided to invite you over, knowing well that you wont snitch on them, not that you would as you now felt a bit uneasy surrounded by drivers and other people who were propably best not to upset. So with that you started walking around the cars, eyeing every detail of the car with wonder until one specific car caught your attention completely.

Constantly fixing Starscream would make anyone angry and tiered, it was the 10th time that the grey seeker ended up in medbay because of his another scheme to usurper Megatron, with him ending beaten up to almost offline. Putting equipment down, Knockout let a heavy sigh as seeker finally climbed down, his wings down and having no remarks today. This time the beating was to much even for him and he propably decided to just simmer down and headed to his quarters, not saying anything...

“Yeah, YOUR WELCOME” screaming after second in command, Medcon let an angry grumble, putting his clawed hand on his hip. This day was not going well – Breakdown was sent to one of the mining sites to keep an eye on vechicons after another of autobots attacks and them successfully getting energon, with a lot of vechicon’ casualty. The once he had to fix all by him self and only now he managed to get some rest. Piking a tablet up, he hoped that maybe one of the flesh-bags managed to held a race so that he can let all his frustration out n a race, speeding through city or desolate roads, taking over other cars and making them bite his dust. Luckily it seemed like there is one, not to far and will be starting any second. Using the same datapad, he opened the ground bridge, making sure to be carful even if it seemed like Soundwave did not see it, the medick knew well then to mess with quite con, who seemingly let him do what ever he wanted without issue, as long as it did not harmed Megatron plane. Walking though the ground bridge, his shoulder pads visibly dropped as cold air hit his frame, already feeling a bit free from all the responsibilities that were tied to him as the only medic for Decepticons. Switching to his alt mode, he sped though the empty road, imidealty finding the spot and taking his right full spot at the front, ready to be basked in attention. Yet it seemed like it was not his day, as all the fleshy organics seemed to want to take pictures with old models then him, hurting his ego. How dare they, can they not see how hard he worked on his polish – it’s very hard to do it by your self, especialy the back when Breakdown was on other duty. Letting his engine grumble with anger, letting him simmer and just want to start the race and show them all!

“Oh wow... what a beaut!”

Shifting his side mirrors, Knockout stifled him self, even if he was already was till, observing a small female human walking around him, keeping their distance, just observing. It was nice to see some kind of respect as humans usually wanted to touch him with their little grabby hand, smothering what ever was on their body all over his finish, yet this one did not. Finally some respect after a long day. Revving his engine a bit, making the small organick jump a bit from sudden noise, their eyes growing wide and head cocking just a bit, staring at him with awe.

“That’s sound like strong... wow” strong? HA! You have no idea how powerful his engine is and ready to prove it. They smiled a bit, shinning their pearly whites at him, kneeling down and just stared at his designs on the doorframe, coking their head again. To be fare this little organick also had their own designs on their fleshy servos – some flowers and snakes, wrapped around the arms and their hair was of wild purple colour, something that Knockout strated to notise that humans seemed to enjoy painting their hair bright colours. For just a moment he wondered how his colour would look on them, shifting his tiers on the asphalt when a race was announce, giving other onlookers soe time to get out of the way “Good luck” right, like he needs luck – he has skill unlike those fleshies. The little human left quickly, joining the humans on side walk and with other cars revving, Knockout revved louder, making them jump and he chuckled quietly. With green light from organizer, all the cars shot off, tiers screeching on asphalt before gaining friction and the race begun. Speeding through narrow city streets, able to feel air dash by him, con masterfully swerved in between cars, able to hear some humans scream profanities at him. Like they ever had a wining chance against him...

You watched with bated breath as red car sped off, it’s engine revving loudly and disappearing behind the turn, masterfully drifting through sharp corner and now all you had to do is wait to see who will win. From the looks of it - it was a fast car and maybe he will win, yet you did not hope to much on it. Your friend kept bubbling about how Newby won’t be able to win as all the other cars were champions in that area and had quite a good engines to prove it. You just decided to watch, shivering time to time from cold.... surprisingly it did not take to long for a sound of engine to rev though the nigh and a very familiar crimson shape appeared on horizon, blinding every one with light and passing through the finish line. You let a yelp of happiness, clapping your hands seeing that “newby won”, cheering on.

Speeding away, Knockout kept looking back, seeing little organick cheer him on.... today, somehow, just a smallest attention even from organick seemed significant to him, like a pleasant word in a horrible day. Maybe he can visit this town again?

So any time now he had a bad day, Knockout started frequenting the small town, to win race and even managing to get glimpses of the small human, their hair seemed to change every other full moon, hell he even manged to see them with red hair, noting how good it looked, wishing that they kept the colour, yet it seemed like purple was yours to go to, spotting it most of times.  It was very pleasant sensation to see them cheer for him during races and even more when ever they were near, constantly complimenting his finish, seeing how well it was maintained. Finally after months of seeing them he decided that surely one ride won’t hurt. Just like any other night when ever he visited, the small one was right there, now among the crowed of other new fans that he was not too fond of, as they all flocked to him after his continues victory on the road. Revving his engine as a warning, he screeched forward just a bit, scaring the crowed enough for them to dispel, which almost send you away, but he managed to call out. Thanks to his tinted windows, the small human won’t see that there was no human body that the voice coming from, yet if he were to lower it down just a bit, creating a small crack, he can give an illusion of human who was talking.

“So, what’s your name pretty one?” driving just a bit closer and sort of blocking their way, knockout called out to your, your little eyes growing wide from sudden interaction, little fleshy opticks darting around a bit before narrowing on him again “So? What’s my fan’s name is?”

“Me?” you pointed at your self, questioning him with such disbelieve that he spoke to you “I.. uh, hi?”

“Shy one, are we?” Knockout chuckled a bit, shifting tiers on the asphalt. They clearly looked uncomfortable, eyes darting, hand grabing their own skin in a feeble attempt to control their emotions and try to look calm “So what is your name?”

“Y/N... what is yours?”

“Knockout” makes sense that drivers would use pseudonyms to avoid getting arrested after the race. Shifting a bit and trying not to start something you don’t want, you just stare at the crack in the window, hoping, no, praying that you did not accidently offended him or getting in to some kind of trouble, after all you are a woman and this world is to dangerous. Though you heard that traffickers are not to kin on those who are standing out – people with tattoo, bright hair and piercing are easy to identify after all, so you should be safe, yet you still were on your guard. And right now you gave your real name to a racer who is 100 percent in trouble with local police... Will you get arrested just for visiting such activities? “Earth to Y/n? Hello?”

His voice was smooth, that you can admit, almost angelic, or like a sirens call, beckoning you to actually get close, but you were better then this, unlike any other women. They would swoon over immideatly, seeing the money and hearing such voice, you just wanted to be left alone. Your life as a single person was perfect and you did not wanted to change it at all. So you really were on guard.

“Hi.. uh, sorry, I need to go! The race is about to start” and you trotted off, quickly making way to the safe spot as race was announced. Chuckling a bit, Knockout got him self ready for a race as well. Maybe he can extend this in to a game? After all some day are really REALLY borring...

Breakdown grumble in anger as Knockout roped him ion to this stupid game. What is the point of chasing a small organick if not to kill them, but no! Knockout wanted this to be something else. Shifting in the asphalt, Brekadown rolled around the small town, looking for the playground – a spot away from humans eye and ears, a secluded spot with also a lot of spot for a human to try and hide, yet will be useless as both con’s will know every location. The time seemed to stretch when he finally found a right spot – an old building site, left to rot for what ever reason, with barrels, big concrete tubes, small old building and so many other small spot for human to cram them self in attempt to feel safe. Of course he need to make sure certain spot were “out of commission” transforming his hand in to hammer and stumbling over to an old construction building made out of metal storage box, raring back and slamming his hammer on it, metal creaking and bending under the preasure, destroying the “safe” spot and making less spots for human to hide. After a few more hit, he was sure no human will be able to cram them self in, putting the hammer away and looking around, proud of his little work. Alright the play “pen” is set up: there is only a few spot human can hide, the old barb wire fence is high and loud enough to get attention in case human tryes to climb, the only entrance will be blocked as soon as Knockout will arrive and any other ways of exit were blocked already. Reaching for his helm, he tapped on the commlink, reaching for Knockout.

“Knockout, I found the spot, sending coordinates to you right now”

“Perfect. Will be right there.” The voice of con came though and he can swear he can hear something in background. What is it with him obsessing over such small organick, that is useless and weak, he has no idea, but who he is to say not to medic an a little bit of fun. Putting his hand down, bot looked around, making sure last of things were correct and wondered of to the far back, to make sure exsist were still sealed while waiting for his partner. The pile of building material laid high and steep for human to scale quickly and safely without dropping something and killing them self in the moment of panic scramble for escape. Proud that it was dangerous to try and run from, Breakdown heard the familiar engine, turning around to see headlight shining their way through, followed by Knockouts familiar red alt mode. Not even a second later the door swung open and a small human fem ran out, stumbling and falling right on their face, making him laugh.

“Oh, running already? I didn’t even explained the rules” Knockout called out with a chuckled, letting the small life run away from him, them disappearing behind the building. “Alright then. So you want a game to start this early~ sure.”

You just set quietly, looking aorund, trying to see some kind of momentum that you can run out of the car, but the doors were locked and the belt wrapped around you pressed uncomfortably tight in to your body, restricting any movement and any attempt to run. You gave up on taking it off as it refused to get out of the lock at all, making you questiong just what is going on here. The fear still had it grip on you and your heart, refusing to give you up and you just tried to think if the way out. It was clear you were being taken to second location with another person waititng there, clearly a bad outcome of this whole situation. Will they kill you for daring to get close to what ever was going on, or just for fun? Clump of something bitter clumped your throat one more time  and you chocked on it, breathing rabbit and trying not to cry again while gathering words in your mind.

“Please.. let me go” you bleat out though new forming tears “I am sorry, please let me go! I won’t say a thing to anyone”

“I did say I am not going to hurt you, right?” Knockout voice came though radio, sounding a bit more annoyed with your constant demand for freedom. Well who can you blame – any one would be crying and begging in such situation. If you could you would attack driver, ready to use your teeth and nails just to get your freedome back, but there was no body. “so please stop screaming, we are almost there”

“W-what do you want from me?”

“WE just gonna play a Game” Knockout explained, with you noticing how far he has taken you. The streets packed with homes grew thinner, less buildings and humans you can try to cry out to, clearly being taken out of bounds of safety of human society. “NO harm no foul in a little game, right? What do you think?”

“Please.... I” you had no idea what else to say, just quieting down now. The car finally pulled up to and old construction site, with few signs with name of compony being ripped of completely or hanging on last strings, swaying lazily in the wind. Inside the site it seemd quite, no light or anything at all, only old rusted steel beams left behind of what you can assume was some kind of huge building, left to rot when finance ran out. You stifled your self, eyes darting around looking for another car or human, anything that called Knockout a moment ago. Coming to a slow halt, you felt the belt come undone and hear the door lock. THERE! Your only chance to run. Immideatly unbuckling, you through the door open, scrambling out and runinig away from the car. It did not took you a second to stumble over something and hit the ground hard, loosing orientation for a moment while Knockout made fun of you from a far. You just did not care, you wanted to get home. The air filled with a strange noise, sounding like metal clashing with metal, pumping you and your fear. With another taunt behind, you ran for the cover, running behind huge rubble of construction equipment. You looked aorund, trying to find small enough spot and then crammed your self in between two boxes, far enough so that no one will be able to reach, but also enough space that you can see what was going on. It did not took even a second for something huge to walk by you so slowly and non chalant, it made you almost yell, slapping a hand over your mouth.

It was a huge robot, with what you imidealty recognize was Knockouts car parts – the familiar car door with unmistakable lines of white, the golden rims on the tieres and so much more. You had to blink a few times, trying to get what was going on.

“Come out come out, where ever you are Little Fan~” a familiar voice came from that thing as it called out to you and you lost touch with reality. No, this can’t be right. The only one who called you like that was Knockout, but then you did just drove, no, kidnaped here by a driverless car, so was it that – a car that can magically turn in to a robot. You just stared at the bot, who walked past by, still calling out to you, time to time looking somewhere. You are not staying to see how it ends. After making sure coast was clear you ran out, looking for the way out, but also trying to stay low. Keeping to the building material, you quickly made your way to the entrance, only to freeze in your track. It was blocked by two huge old metal containers, crashed on top of each other, acting as barricade. You stared at it in shock, scaning for something to climb but the broken glas and sharp edges of the metal really made it hard for you.

“Going some where human?” Shit! You spun around, now starring at a new bot – huge, blue, bulky and more scary looking. His yellow eyes narrowed and he started walking towards you. Nope not staying around. You ran to the right, as fast as you can, diving in between to huge things you did not care to identify, using them to get more space and ran for cover.

Brekadown let a soft chuckle as you hid again, but there was nothing that you can’t break to get small squishy out at all. Hearing footsteps, bigger then humans, he turned to see Knockout, walking slowly over with a smile.

“She tried the main entrance?” he asked, placing a servo on his hip while glancing to the side, able to see last glimps of a human, lifitnig his other servo and taunted them “You can hide! But you can’t run forever, Little Fan!”

“Little Fan?” coking his eyebrow, Breakdown glanced at his partner with a bit of disguast. He already gave them a name to this little thing? Was he serious about keeping this one as a pet? “You gross.”

“They are fun” Red bot rolled his eyes, chuckling a bit with pride “They are fun to play with and clearly have a good tatse. And they are a little fan of mine.”

“Sure, what ever” breakdown rolled his eyes and walked away, on his path  to finish this game quickly and just get with this over.

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There was far to many few close calls now and you can feel energy leaving you, adrenaline finally seeping out of you and fear no longer keeping you awake. How long can a human be pushed by fear like this you have no idea but you can tell you Are being worn out. You sighed heavily, breathing heavily, keeping eye on the entrance of the huge concrete tube, nestle behind others, it’s walls covered in moss and grafity. It was not the best hiding spot by so far it kept you hidden and safe. You learned their tactic by now and now were even using your own. Red one was loud and constantly calling you out, looking in all hiding spots, almost catching you the most out of them both, barely managing to avoid death grasp of his claws, hell, you even got scratched one time, a little bit of blood, now dried, clung to your skin and clothes. Then there is blue one – literal tank and breaking any obstacles you managed to wedged your self in, like a crow breaking a shell just to get to a snail. You sighed again, letting a long exhale, eyes darting up, to tiered to do anything but wedge your self deeper in to broken structure, able to feel heavy stomps, hear their faint mechanical whirring and idle catcalling.

“Little Fan! Time to give up. I know where you hide” you gripped on your shirt. The one with Knockout voice was constantly circling this particular spot often now, going and coming back, propably waiting for you to get out just to swoop in and kill. You don’t want to die, not today. “Come out come out, little one, fun’s over.” A clang on the metal claws made you heart dop and able to see sharp edges of them slowly, one by one pop in to view made you clasp a hand over your mouth, praying that the huge robot-car did not hear it. For a second every thing plunged in to silence, only disturbed by hushed breathing that you swore echoed. The claws shifted on the edge concretes, metal singing just a bit with a rhythmic tap when fingers were lifted and raised again, tapping on surface with arrogance of someone who was tiered of waititng. No. Not today. Slowly as you could, you started shifting toward the end, away from claws, hopping that maybe you can make a mad dash for another hiding spot, even if your legs felt like jelly by now.

“Found you” a clawed metal hand reched thought he same hole you wanted to dash out, scaring you in letting a yelp. The movement was to quick and even if you started crawling away from the hand like a toddler, you were slow and to tiered to even do much but do your best to push on fingers that wrapped around your back, slowly and methodically pulling you out, still toying. You gripped on edged of the tube with your hands, easily loosing in  a small tug war and were brought in to light. The pale face stared at you with a glee, a smile stretched on the metal lips, red eyes floating in pool of black, completely focused on you. If you were not so scared or in this situation you would say the bot look very very pretty “There you are, little fan~”

Of course Knockout knew where you were hiding, growing sloppy with every minuet ticking by, growing slower and hence he cam see ever time you change your position. He chuckled to him self every time you stumbled in to new hiding spot, purposely walking close by and not checking, making sure you can be as scared as you could, wearing your little body down. Out of all the humans he played with, you really lasted the longest, stretching the play. He can her Breakdown getting angry in background with every time you managed to run by him, avoididng clasp and escaping every time he broke their little hide out. So when you finally hid in one spot for to long, he knew it was about to finish the game. Walking over to the piles of concrete tube for the last time, purposely making his presence known, even if he could hide it, he knelt right by the side, sure to black one exit and another with his presence alone, slowly putting his servo on the big hole on the side, putting one digit after another, able to hear a fain gasp that quickly was muffle, shuffle and stifled breath. They knew that he knows they are here, that the game came to a close, but still did their best to try and escape. Chuckling, he taunted them, ready to catch the moment they make made dash for escape, listening closely. And they did. The shuffle of the fabric against rough surface imidealty alerted him that they were going for another end, just as he wante them. Moving swiftly and quickly her leaned to the other side, reaching in. A yelp echoed around and a feeing of something squishy yet firm formed aorund his digits as he clasped aorund the body. The fight for freedom started immideatly, a week push on his digits, whimpers and even when he pulled them, Little fan made their best to try and hold on onto the only safe spot they’ve found so far, not yet destroyed by his partner. Bringing him to his face, he gloated in the fear and misery they radiated.

“Well, must say this was a fun game, hm?” he chuckled at the small hands pressing on his digits, weekly, clearly out of strength, week attempt to gain freedom “Well was it fun? You did well for an organick.”

“Please, don’t hurt me” you pleaded softly and weekly, clearly to tiered to do anything but use words to gain freedome. He let a soft chuckle. “Please! I am sorry for what ever I did, please let me go!”

“I did say I won’t hurt you, did I” Knockout let a soft snort. “I have no reason to hurt you little fan.” he was more then pleased with him self. He won, as per usual, putting another win on his shoulder, this time he had a wonderful price to take with him, even if a bit ruffled. Using another servo, he reached towords the head of small human, it flinching away, tryign to swat, but he only gently tucked the strain of hair behind of the fleshy audio, he needs his little fan to look good. Now he can see why autobots kept humans around, they are adorable little pets, so now he just needs to train this one to BEHAVE. Looking around, he found a chain, which will serve for now. He can’t have his pet run around with rusty chain – it’s not his style. Reaching down, he picked it up and easily wrapped around the fragile neck and let them down. They tried immideatly to get out, hands wrapping aorund and tugging to get out, try to unloop, but one tug was enough “Breakdown, where are you?”

“Coming” Breakdown called from some where inside the cite, his big form soon coming in a view with face of disgust at sigh of small human on the chain and maybe a snort of how funny they looked compared to red bot. Even if Knockout was not the biggest in the Decepticon army, the human still looked like one of those small rat like pets rich humans tend to fan over, dressing them in all sort of outfits to make them look adorable. A perfect pet for Knockout to think of it now.

“Like it?” bot chuckled, pulling a bit, making human stumble weakly and fall down on their knees, clearly worn out by the game. “I’d think suits me well”

What the fuck you get your self in to – you should’ve never visited that cursed race.

This noise has been going on for over a month now, always around the same time, echoing quietly in the vents, not enough as to echo through entire ship, just loud enough to reach his medbay. The first time it happened medcon did not paid much attention to it, thinking it was just another beating between Megatron and Starscream, not to shocked to see seeker later. But the noise did not stop and now it was becoming some kind of mystery only him and Breakdown can solve. Listening to it for some time, Knockout did his best to think of where the noise could possibly come from, noting the time the noise stopped. Shaking his helm, he focused back on the unconscious con on the table, reaching for the tools held by his partner

“Ten minutes exactly today" smirking, blue mech with yellow optics smiled as he watch red con work effortlessly on connecting wires and gears together and stopping energon from bleeding out more then needed. Even if vechicons were easy to replace, they were still needed to make sure this ship runs smoothly. “ Any ideas where it could be coming from?”

“So far, only few,” Putting back energon stained tool, medcon begun working on closing the bot up “There is only two rooms next to us and one of them belongs to Starscream. But recently he started shooing bots away from his room and even put a password on the door, so maybe he is doing something in there?”

“Like what? Plus isn’t he in one of the mines right now?” the thought made Knockout freeze for a second mid weld, optics shifting “Knockout?”

“He is, huh... oh we need to find out what this noise is!” focusing back on welding, Knockout finished his work “ First, we need to find out the code on that pit darned door.”

Returning to his room, grey seeker couldn’t help him self and just sprawled on table, letting his human tend to him, soft smile on his face plate, wings all the way down. It is rare when he lets down his guard, so it is nice to not worry about anything for now, just enjoying what he specifically ordered Kate to do. The girl was rubbing his sharps digits with polishing cloth, after applying the varnish on them, using her whole body to do the work and sending pleasant sensation through con, who now understood why Knockout loved doing it so much. Especially after a day of fighting where he scratched one of the bots, returning with energon covered claws which confused human for a bit before they wiped it down. Arcee some what become more aggressive and screaming about something about human, making him taunt her just for fun, riling her up to do something rush. What would he give to see her faceplate of she knew that the human she think he tortures actually tended to him. Chuckling to him self, he can see human stop for a moment, looming up with those doe like eyes, wide and full of curiosity. But quickly returned back to polishing his digits. Rolling his helm on the other side, seeker stared at the human, squinting at the their leg. He can see on left side of her leg a bright huge bruise, squinting for a moment with note of suspicion, brows frowning. She is at it again, and this time not being as careful as she was before. Careless. Shifting digits just a bit, giving his pet a fright, he grinned. It’s more fun to let her believe she has a chance and then break it right in front of her, for now he will just faint ignorance.

Checking the hallways, Starscream quickly left his room, getting last glimpse of human hiding in their cage, stumbling for a moment before slipping away, letting him close the doors with ease and punch in the code, gathering air in to his system before letting out a loud sigh through his vents, straightening up and lifting his wings up to look more intimidating and begun walking through corridor, heading towards main deck to see what the day will hold for him. Hopefully Megatron will be to focused on his plan tp kill Prime to keep him around for long. Turning the corner decepticon flinched back, shocked to see Knockout leaning on the wall, grinning at him with Breakdown right there. Scrap, right, just what he needs right now. Quickly putting on a scowl and using his status as second in command, seeker squinted at red con.

“What you need, Knockout?” gripping tightly his datapad, Starscream watched carefully for any reaction, his red optics with white dots shifting between medcon and his partner in crime.

“Nothing" shrugging, Knockout pushed of the wall, uncrossing his arms from his chest, staring seeker down with wrecker taking few steps closer, his whole body a warning he is ready for brawl if needed. “Just wondering why all this secrecy? Planning another MAGNIFICENT plan to overthrow lord Megatron again?” showing his pearly whites, red bot pressed at the much bigger then him con, watching for even a sliver of reaction, which seekers wings gave away almost instantly as they lifted up for a near moment before going to their usual position. “Are you not tired to constantly spend your free time on my operating table?”

“Non. Of your. Business.” Hissing out the words Starscream stepped forward, wings flaring up as a warning, ready to scratch any moment. “Don’t you need to be somewhere, like all those races you were specifically prohibited to go to?”

“Touché."

“I do not have time for this" rolling his optics, Starscream walked past medick, purposely slamming in to con, making Knockout stumble a bit and Breakdown square up for a second but let him pass. Watching seeker go down the hallway and disappear behind one of the turns, Knockout reached for his shoulder, grimacing at thinnest scratch on his paint, anger glowing in his eyes as Breakdown gently placed a servo on his shoulder, silently promising to patch it up later.

“Did you managed to get a glance on his password?”

“Nope" blue con shook his head “He hides it behind his servo. He is being more cautious then I’ve ever seen him. Currently he is hiding something he doesn’t want to be found.”

“Well then, what fun it is if you can’t win the game, hm?” smiling, Knockout pulled something out of his chest compartment, shaking it in the air. It looked like small devise, small enough to be hidden under pad if it is done correctly and Knockout knew how to do it. Walking towards the room seeker stayed in, he stepped aside and gently waved at the pad, motioning his wrecker partner to do the dirty job for him. Big bot did not hesitate, walking over and for a second struggled to get the tablet out of the wall, ripping it out with wires still connected and let Knockout slide under him and place the bug on the motherboard before the whole system was shoved back in and Knockout used his medical training to hide tempering evidence. Well this should do. “Looks good, let’s go"

Shaking up from nap, Kate set up with wide eyes hearing loud noises coming from somewhere outside, pulling blanket over herself and hugging big pillow, eyes wide and heart dropping in to her guts. It sounded like metal scraping against metal and something breaking, then being forced back in before going quite. For a moment she set there, scared to shit at sudden scary noise. Acting like a child, she hid under blankets, jamming her self further in to corner and went as still as she could. Maybe she wont go attempting to break the vent today. To big of a risk to go out today at all. Wrapping her self even more in blanket, Kate kept just enough space as to not suffocate, closing her eyes tight and hopping no one will get in to the room today. Not that she is against staying in her cage, maybe she can get some rest because she feels very sleepy. Listening to any more noises, she could not stop her self from dozing off, pulling the pillow even closer to her body and snuggling in to warmth under, wondering about what the hell was the noise.

The time of the banging came and Knockout stared at the vent, squinting, leaning against table, using quiet moment to catch up on his beauty and polish him self up, flicking through radio and human world wide web to see if there was any races near by he can attend with Breakdown, finding a few good spots with long roads that he can use to speed on and make humans bite his dust. Venting out some steam, he stared at the vent, impatiently tapping on the table while waiting for the noise, which strangely did not happen, meaning something was smart enough to have heard them when they messed with datapad on the door. Some kind of a clue to the intriguing mystery of what ever Starscream hides and decided to lay low as to not get more attention.

“Smart enough to be quite today" noting, bot sighed with disappointment and moved away from table, speaking through comlink as Breakdown was sent to fight autobots. “No noise coming from vent.”

“So then, did Starscream got him self a pet?”

“Hah! Right!” chuckling, Knockout begun cleaning his equipment out of boredom “What would he get? Maybe he has a secret prisoner? Any of autobots gone missing lately?”

“Actually to think of it...” the silence on other side hang for a moment “His been quite soft around the blue one, toying with her.”

“Well, we will find out soon, just need to time it right when he is not on the ship.”

Days past and it was frustrating with how long it takes to break this little mystery. The seeker returned, this time more quieter, more on guard and timing was shorter, which only added fuel to the fire of curiosity inside Knockout, who was itching to find out just what it was. And annoyingly Starscream stayed on the ship, which kept Knockout and Breakdown out of his room, with risk of being found being to high to attempt it. But it did not stopped them from paying close attention to what seeker was doing, looking closely for any abnormal behaviour. Wrecker noticed more then once seeker sneaking something on board, quickly hiding it behind his chest plate. He stared every passing down vechicon with a grunt, shooing them away from his room with more aggression then before and even went as far as change his password over and over, but Knockout knew well all of them, grinning anytime a new code was punched in. Clearly on guard. Like any other early morning, Knockout stood just outside the hallways that was connected to Starscream’s dorm, listening closely for anything. Like clock, door opened, Starscream hushed voice and door closing, sound of datapad and loud clacking of heels. Right on time, coming from corner him self, red car smiled, cocking his head a bit at the grey con who did his best to ignore him, continuing his walk towards main deck.

“Well good morning to you as well, commander Starscream!” Following behind the tall bot, Knockout watched closely, noting even the smallest flare on his wings. Those thing are quite expressive, and used to give away all the emotions Knockout wanted to keep to him self, but with wheels he has more privacy and fun. And the designs! Humans love their cars, putting their spark in to frame and engines, addicted to speed, sharp turns and thrill of chase. “So, how have you been?”

“Leave me alone, Knockout, not in a mood.” Grumbling, seeker continued his walk towards the room, censing grounder was not far behind, knowing well that this red bastard been trailing him and sending his blue friend after him as well. Worst it startled his pet like crazy, where she refused to come out of her cage until she was sure it was him. He knew then that someone was attempting to get in to his room and it did not take long to put two and two together, making him angry at two bots for trying to snoop around his place. Is this some kind of attempt to find some dirt on him to blackmail him in case racer ever needs to get out of punishment. He has no idea, yet he would prefer that two cons would leave his quarters alone. It was bad enough that their attempt to break in startled his pet bad enough to a point that she refused to get out unless he announced him self first, which got annoying quickly. It took a lot to just calm Katya down so he really not in a mood for any more mischief. Reaching the main hall, Starscream managed to shake of the con and loose him in crowd of vechicons, immediately starting on giving out orders, scrolling through tasks needed to be completed. Parting paths with Starscream, Knockout could only silently observe tall grey conn dive helm first in to screeching out orders. Sighing and shaking his helm, red con quickly scanned surrounding area, spotting his large partner and made a b line for him, taking his rightfull spot beside. The blue bot gently nudged his partner, asking about what happened. Medcon only nodded with a smile. Today is their lucky day – it seems like Starscream will be stuck in a mine today, leaving two bots a lot of time to snoop as they were assigned to med bay. After checking the perimeters for Starscream and making sure he is out, Knockout dragged Breakdown out of the med bay and towards the seekers room. Making sure they were safe, con punched in new code and after few seconds the doors finally slid open

“Open sesame" grinning, Knockout let him self in first, walking in with a swing, looking around the room, squinting at the corners and anything small that could hide Starscreams secret. “You check this side, I’ll check this area" pointing to corner they begun looking around. Moving pads and empty cubes to side, he scan every thing, looking for the smallest detail that could scream something.

“Found the source!” turning to see Breakdown pointing at vent with covering that non of the other vents had. First clue. “Clearly to keep something in then out" tapping with his digits on the metal covering, grinning “Any guesses?”

“Not yet. But.. did you hear that?”

Ducking back behind datapad, Kate slapped hand over her mouth, slowly shuffling back in to her cage. She was right, someone was trying to break in to Starscream’s room. She thought she was careful enough, but no, apparently someone heard it and now they were in here, looking around. She did not managed to get a good glance at them but wanted to keep it that way, quietly shuffling back in to her box and closing the makeshift door, turning the light off and shuffled in the corner. This is bad. She can hear more thudding shuffling and voices, sometimes close, sometimes far, but how well is this place hidden? Keeping an eye on the only thin silver of light for anything. Suddenly it went far to quiet and the only sound that was now filling the room was the sound of her heartbeat. Breathing deeply, Kate just stared.

“Well what do we have here?” the whole cage moved and Kate slammed in to the wall, legs up and scream stifled. They found her. What they will do to her now? Kill!? Oh god, she does not want to die! “What you think is in here?” Bright light blinded Kate and she hid under blanket like a child, shivering and scared. This is it, she is goanna die “Holly Primus! Now this got interesting.” Reaching in, Knockout wrapped his claws around cocoon of blankets, able to feel soft body under the pressure. He can feel subtle movements, panicked heartbeat. This was a human in a box, inside Starscream’s room. Grinning, he looked up at the blue con, showing his find with prideful grin. “Wander why he keeps the human?”

“We can find out!” Breakdown grinned and looked at the human. Putting them down, two bots surrounded the table and let the human slowly emerge from cocoon of thick blanket, looking at them with wary. “Well ain’t this one a colourful one, huh?” chuckling, blue bot gently as he could nudged at the human, bright pale strands hanging down, brown eyes going from him to Knockout with such pathetic look it made bot smirk. “You speak or you mute?” nudging again at such docile human, both bots were a bit confused and shocked that this human was not screaming or even panicking.

“I... I can speak, sir" Kate nodded slightly, scared to get up as two new colourful robots were staring her down, one looking more menacing then the red one, who looked very beautiful and Kate could not help her self but stare at the bot with wide eyes. The red one noticed it, grinning with pride and moving his hips to the side and placed a hand on his hips.

“Like what you see?” he asked with smooth voice, lifting his helm slightly to the side. Not wanting to die if her silence might be taken as an insult, she nodded wildly. The bot grinned even wider with such pride it made her feel relieved that she appealed to another self centred giant robot. “So then, who are you?”

Grunting, Starscream headed in to medbay, grumbling about what Knockout wanted from him now, his wings down low and his engine rumbling with annoyance. Heels clanking loudly through hallways, he just wanted to get back to his room, lock up and relax with his human pet, already imagining catching up on this new series they both found on internet “The Boroughs" , fascinated by what creatures human mind can come up and their fear of death and acceptance at the same time. Grumbling to him self as he is more then excited for a cube of energon and a series of their show, it momentarily lifted his mind of worry as he walked in.

“Well hello there Starscream!” Knockouts voice woke him up quickly from his daydream and seeker glared at red con with a deep rumble, wings flaring up with warning that he has no patients for any scrap. “How was your day?”

“Better until you called me here" rumbling with hate, seeker glared at Breakdown who was by the door, locking the doors behind second in command, his expression as cold as always. Hearing the click, it worked him for a second, but the pride was much stronger, so he kept his composure “What do you want?”

“Just gonna talk" Knockout smiled softly and moved to the side, playing with cloth on tube. The grin on the pale faceplate practically stretched from side to side, “You’ve been a lot... chipper lately. I wonder why, could it be some new plan against Megatron.” Chuckling con just held on to fabric, tapping on it with rhythmic melody, “Or hiding something that you do not want to be found?”

“Get to the point" rumbling with warning, Starscream took a step forward with anger, “What you want!”

“Well, first of all mind explaining why you have... This!” quickly taking off the cloth, Knockout watched as Starscream’s spark went cold for a moment, optics growing wide and wings going down. In the glass tube, all dolled up, was his human, flinching at light, pressing in to other side of glass, blinking a few time before looking up at him with such worry it made his spark ache, this is HIS human pet, and here she is, dolled up in red colours of medic. Rumbling with deep anger, seeker glanced between human and Knockout, panic settling in his core, replacing anger. How will he deal with this? Steam escaping through his vents, Starscream grunted with anger, wings flaring in warning. He can feel Breakdown moving behind, blocking off the path in attempt to snatch human and run. “So?” Knockout sweet voice made it even worse, anger flaring more in his spark. “Mind sharing why you keep a human?”

“How did you get in to my room!?” Starscreams voice boomed loudly in the room, echoing from walls, claws ready to scratch. Seeing this reaction, Knockout quickly grabbed the container, holding in front of him with one hand while his other hand transformed in to buzz saw, holding it up to the case, scaring human inside to death, scream ripping through their throat, screaming for Starscream out of all things, which made second in command activate his lazers and pointed at Knockout, but Breakdown acted quickly, wrapping servos around bot and sedating him quickly. Hissing with anger at the con, Starscream hissed loudly, baring his denta at medcon. Red sport car only grinned at this reaction, stopping buzz saw inches away from canister, human closing their eyes shut and pressing them self further in to walls. “Knockout I swear to Unicron him self I will tear your to pieces!!!”

“Wow, what a reaction, commander!” chuckling, Knockout held on to canister, putting away the chainsaw and supporting the can with human still panicking inside, squatting down with fear, letting out only whimpers. “All this for a human? You must really care about it. Not that I blame you, it is quite an interesting one on the servo. Quite colourful on top of that. And quite obedient. Must’ve take a lot of effort to train her, huh?” tapping on glass, medcon squinted at bot “Wander what will happen of Lord Megatron were to find out about this little pet?”

“Leave. Her. Out. Of this!” hissing out, seeker flared, anger bubbling in him “What you want?”

“Hmm, let see,” stepping closer with can in hand, medcon placed it by seeker while Breakdown let go. The second Starscream was free, he immediately wrapped his servos around container, pulling it closer to him. This is his, not anyone else, his alone! How dare they go in to his room, his privet place when he never went in to any one less, well besides Megatron, but still. Knockout kneeled down to get on same level and out of instinct seeker pulled canister even closer to his body, wrapping his servos tighter around lid and his plating flaring, deep guttural hiss echoing through his frame “ Wow, relax! I keep quiet about your pet if you keep quite about what me and Breakdown do time to time, okay?”

Hissing in response, Starscream could not form any other noise, to angry to function properly, system running all the responses he did not expect to have. He needs to calm down. Stopping him self, he forced his system to cool down, steam and smoke escaping his vents, claws scrapping against glass. Right, he can do that. Nodding, he got up from the ground, unscrewing the lid and reaching in. With all anger inside, he still worried for his pet, who practically jumped in to his claws startling him for a moment and making him be on guard so that he want hurt Kate. She already has a tenancy to somehow cover her self in mystery bruises, don’t need more injuries to worry about. Wrapping his digits around her more gently, he pulled human out and held close to his chest, thinking on how he will carry human through ship. Opening his chest, he shoved her gently inside, locking it up, glaring up at red con who only grinned. This might become a problem. With an angry huff, he hurried out of the room, rumbling to him self. Getting in to his room, seeker locked up the door and took human out of his chest.

They were clearly shaken up by what happened, gripping on to him the second he wrapped up his claws around them, digging in to his servos with eye shut, shaking while still wearing the strange outfit. Letting out a deep grunt, Starscream walked towards the vent, moving the tablet out of the way and moving human to make sure they can see it. Her body froze and he can feel cold seep through out, clearly shaken up that he knows about this. He let it go for far to long and now it biting him in the aft. Satisfied with showing them that he knows, he brought them close to his faceplate, red light spilling on her face now soaked in worry and fear, and he knew the reason.

“If you think I did not know about your little escape attempt..” voice poisoned with anger, Starscream squeezed a bit, feeling bone strain under pressure and Kate immediately started panicking, beating on digits and gasping “If you try something like this again...” pretty sure he made him self clear with just one more squeeze as Kate started slamming harder with her fist, wheezing with every attempt to gasp air, watching her face slowly and painfully turn red, small tears forming in corners of her eyes and trail down her cheek. Letting go, he let her fall from safe height on table, gasping for air and coughing like crazy. Rumbling with anger, seeker set down him self, rubbing his faceplate. Right now he was upset, but more over worried. Knockout had no issue holding chainsaw close to the capsule, and now he has no idea what to expect of the con.