Inside the Autobot base, late evening. The command center hums softly with activity. Smokescreen leans casually on the GroundBridge console, tossing a small Cybertronian data pad between his hands. His human partner sits nearby on a crate, struggling with a gadget.

Smokescreen glances over and gestures with a smug tilt of his helm, silently offering to help. The human waves him off, earning a chuckle from the Autobot as he steps back to watch.

A sudden pop and spark draw both their attention. The human holds up the gadget triumphantly, shooting Smokescreen a smug grin. He raises his hands in mock surrender, laughing as he retrieves a small Cybertronian trinket from a nearby shelf. Tossing it over, he nods toward the device.

After a few adjustments, the human activates the modified gadget, projecting a glowing Autobot insignia. Smokescreen’s optics brighten, and with a dramatic flourish, he clips the gadget to his arm, striking a heroic pose.

The human claps, laughing, while Ratchet mutters in the background about “wasting time.” Neither pays him any attention, their camaraderie lighting up the base.