It's evening, well after dark when Knock Out and Breakdown slip out of the Decepticon warship for a little joyride of their own. It's likely that Megatron doesn't exactly approve of their little jaunts outside of their base, but as long as he's out of harm's way, lately Knock Out could give a frag what Megatron approves of, and he and Breakdown are still riding high on the mutual exhilaration of Breakdown's newly attached arm. They've gone out on midnight rides every night since the surgery, at first under the pretense of some kind of physical therapy -- Breakdown needs to be rehabilitated, of course, as Knock Out is perfectly prepared to tell either of his superiors -- but if they're perfectly honest with themselves, they're just doing it because it's fun, and it's been a long time since the two of them have had this kind of opportunity. Even before Earth, they'd spent most of their time in the ship, with no road under their tires. Things are finally starting to look up for the two of them here.

Knock Out's engine roars exuberantly as they drive through the Mojave, kicking up clouds of dust as he circles wide around the area, turning to come up alongside his partner. Breakdown's never really been a match for him when it comes to speed, but Knock Out has never really minded that much.

"Feels good to have all four tires on the ground again, doesn't it?"