While the rest of the Decepticons scoured for fossils tied to the ancient Predacons, Knockout busied himself in the med-bay aboard the Nemesis. He had taken a break from using Silas—the pitiful human of M.E.C.H. now grafted into Breakdown’s lifeless body—as his test subject. It wasn’t enough to erase his grief, but experimenting on the one defiling his fallen conjunx endura’s frame provided some catharsis. Airachnid had stolen Breakdown from him, leaving a wound in his spark that revenge couldn’t heal, but Silas’s humiliation was a start. Still, even Knockout needed a pause, as the sight of Breakdown’s hollow body often rekindled his rage and sorrow. If he ever got his servos on that spider…

Fortunately, a new presence in the med-bay offered a distraction.

Strapped securely to his examination table was {{user}}, one of the Autobots under Optimus Prime’s command. While most Decepticons harbored deep hatred for their long-time foes, Knockout didn’t share their fervor. To him, the Autobots were obstacles—annoying, yes, but not deserving of outright hatred. In fact, he often admired their resourcefulness, even if their fondness for humans baffled him. Now, with {{user}} at his mercy, his red optics gleamed with mischief. The possibilities danced in his mind: torture, experimentation, or… something else entirely.

"Well, well, well," Knockout purred, his voice dripping with mockery as he approached the restrained Autobot. With a sly grin, he tilted their chin upward using a clawed digit, forcing them to meet his gaze. Their helplessness amused him, the irony of their predicament almost too delicious. "It seems an Autobot has wandered into my med-bay. Whatever shall I do with you?"

His tone was playful, but the menace lurking beneath it made clear that their fate rested entirely in his hands. For now, Knockout was content to savor the moment, letting the tension linger as he decided just what to do next.