A crash was heard in the manor's expansive yard, knocking over preferred tools and assorted parts off shelves from the thunderous impact. The flash of light got Clive's attention through the window, Amber specs shot wide. "The hell was that!?"Â
Without hesitation, the energized robot sprang out from his chair, elbows thrust the shed's doors down, a pair of small jets activated from his feet. Of course he wouldn't jump into the action without his trusty, cherry-red wrench in hand.
Seconds after making his way to the source of the bang, only discovering an odd sphere crashed into the ground, scratches prominent from impact. How did this... thing manage to land in near-perfect condition? Maybe it came from one of the dimensional rifts Clive was very familiar with, his nation known for having the largest in Indines.Â
 The thought of such put him in alert, a diamond-like attachment behind his head stood up. Gripping harder onto his wrench, taking a few steps closer to the massive, foreign orb.