#breakdown02

The hive’s fixation on the ball and just what that meant for all these organics was something that hadn’t escaped Knock Out. Excited whispers reached his audio receptors as inevitably had to make his way around the more crowded areas to move from sector to sector. The mech simply didn’t see the appeal of attending a party where one would dance and socialize with most of the attendees being humans. And even if Knock Out had decided he would go to this special occasion, what was in it for Breakdown? Nothing. Breakdown would hate it.

     And Breakdown was one of Knock Out’s highest priorities in this place.

So, with a lot of time and effort, the medic had crafted a nice little alternative for the two of them. Something that Breakdown could probably appreciate; a moment to wind down and not let anything or anyone get in their way.

When he had located his assistant at their usual stomping ground he put a servo on the others arm, a calm smile on his faceplate.

          “Hey, Breakdown. You have without a doubt heard about that ball all those fleshies organized with and for each other, right? It got me thinking... We should have our own small ‘end of the year’ party. I set something up for just the two of us. We can relax, have some energon together... and perhaps, if I succeed in making it, some engex too.”