As the chaos of the aftermath settled, resistance members scurried around to regroup and tend to their equipment.

You stood on the tips of your toes, straining to reach a toolbox tucked on the highest shelf of the workshop. The hoverboards were battered from the skirmish, and as one of the resistance’s mechanics, you knew time was of the essence.

“Need a hand there?” Ekko's voice interrupted your struggle, smooth yet clearly exhausted as he appeared behind you. His presence cast a shadow, and though he kept his tiredness in check, the slight curl of his lips gave him away at the sight of you.