Knock Out's optics light up even more as he watches Breakdown lift the operating berth off the ground. Breakdown really shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting so soon after surgery, yes, but Knock Out's spark still swells with proud satisfaction. Ah, he's really outdone himself this time.

"Have a little patience, Breakdown," he coaxes, smirking. "TRIDENT will get theirs in due time, I promise. Besides, we still need to wait for our little friend to get himself up to par...and by the time you're both ready, TRIDENT won't know what's hit them." He grins, showing teeth. He's planning on doing some damage of his own, of course, but it'll be a good deal more...up close and personal. He's certain he could do with removing a few non-essential parts from those filthy humans before he kills them would be in order -- an eye and an arm, perhaps.