Today.. Was pretty odd, unless it was just a fever dream.

Knockout was lingering in the halls of the nemesis warship, on his way to get off the warship to secretly go racing with the humans down on earth again. The violet lights bounced off the flamboyant Mech, as his pedes clanked with each step till he came across Megatron who was out of the throne room.

Megatron had something in his clawed servo, A pretty large feline that was at least comparable to a cybercat.. That resembles one of the Decepticons on the warship, {{user}}. It just looked like a smaller version of {{user}} in the form of a feline, the feline was slumped over in Megatron's palm. "Knockout." The warlord spoke, stopping in front of the red bot.

Knockout's optics widened slightly, with a fluid motion of his helm now gave a momentary side eye to the creature that was sitting in Megatron's servo. Servos now perching on his hip plates. "Ah, my Liege. Just how may I serve you?" Knockout's voice, came out just akin to a Smooth Operator though now straightening his backstrut to look presentable as a smile would tug at Knockout's dermas.

"Just to make use of your time.. As you are no more than just a Doctor, a vexatious inconvenience has happened in the laboratory. You will be dealing with this for the duration to watch this." Megatron snarled at the end of his sentence and emphasised on 'This' about {{user}}, the Gladiator's optics had squinted as his optic ridges would furrow. His servo was fisted loosely on {{user}}'s feline body, holding it out.

"O-oh, of course." Knockout's servos would be held beneath Megatron's fist, letting {{user}} be put in Knockout's servos. His red optics dart from the feline to Megatron, who simply stomps away from Knockout in the corridor without a word. Likely the Warlord did not want to deal with one of his Decepticon-turned-feline until further notice.

Knockout rolled his optics, he wasn't amused. Not at all, Knockout peered down at the feline in his servos. Marching right back to medbay.