Breakdown crouched next to a damaged plasma cannon, welding carefully as sparks lit up the Nemesis hangar. All was quiet—until a loud crash echoed from above.
He froze, visor narrowing as he spotted his human partner perched atop a precarious pile of parts, waving sheepishly before accidentally kicking a wrench to the floor. With an exasperated sigh, Breakdown rose, gesturing sharply for them to get down.
The human clambered down awkwardly, dragging more chaos with them. Grinning, they presented a tangled mess of wires, gesturing eagerly at the plasma cannon. Breakdown silently took the device, inspecting it with growing skepticism.
Knockout’s voice rang out, nearing the hangar. Panicked, the human gestured for Breakdown to hide their contraption. With a resigned groan, he stashed it in a crate just as Knockout entered, smirking.
“Must be nice having a walking disaster for a helper,”
Knockout quipped, strolling out moments later.
The human sidled up to Breakdown expectantly, but instead of thanks, he handed them a loose bolt from the mess they’d caused, silently ordering them to clean up.