(Cecilia's POV)

I looked up at him and blinked.

What kind of agreement?

He seems to get what my gesture meant. His optics gleamed and a smirk formed on his face. He looked up and down at me.

"Well, you are going to be on this ship for a long while and you need to have someone to look after you other than Soundwave because he most certainly will be busy with his duties."

Wait a minute, I'm on a ship? A boat ship or a flying ship? I need to find a way to communicate better. Fast. Because I have a ton of questions that desperately need to be answered.

"There are a few Decepticons who may not like you staying here so you probably be hunted down. Especially that traitorous spider," he muttered the last part quietly. But I heard it loud and clear. What spider?

"And because of that, I will tolerate you and you may hang around in my medbay since no one really comes here often except Breakdown. But you will help me around in the medbay. Not much, just some cleaning, fix a few wires and dents, and organizing my tools." he explained.

It sounds like a good deal to me. I don't mind working a bit. It's not like I have anything else to do here do I?

I looked up at his face.

"So, is it a deal?"

I nod then carefully grabbed one of his large clawed fingers that was reached out to me and we shook hands. Well, finger for his case.

"A deal's a deal then. You don't mind getting your hands a little dirty, do you?" he leaned back and placed his hands on his hips.

The color drained from my face when he said that. Oh dear, what did I just get myself into?

(Normal POV)

On usual days on the Nemesis, Breakdown would either help his buddy Knockout, hang with some of the Vehicons in the rec. room, or stuck with monitor duty. He asked himself why do they need him to have monitor duty. Soundwave is the Third in Command, their Communications Officer, and Megatron's most trusted spy. The purple mech could handle it.

He used to think that, maybe they noticed what damage he had caused due to his...well...anger issues. Sure, he pummeled the walls and/or the Nemesis with his fists, unintentionally stabbed a few Vehicons with his mace, and damaged a control panel once. But that was an accident. He couldn't help himself. Sometimes his pent up anger released from him uncontrollably.

He did feel a bit of regret doing that. Especially when he received one of Megatron's beatings after his having another episode a few weeks ago. Now he was pointed to do monitor duty even though he knew Soundwave was doing a more accurate job than he is.

He leaned back against the chair he was sitting on and started at the various monitors in front of him in boredom. Nothing unusual was happening. The little twins were running (More like escaping) from an enraged pink Starscream down the halls. Wait, was that glitter he saw?

Vehicons were going to their posts after taking their break, Megatron sitting on his throne in the command room, Soundwave by his screens, the floors in the hallways has a trail of bright pink and glittered pedesteps. He chuckled lowly, the Lead Seeker Commander must be furious at this.

It was quiet in the monitor room, Breakdown started to doze off when his comm turned on startling him, almost causing him to fall out of his chair.

"Breakdown!" Knockout's voice was heard.

Said mech groaned and shutter his optics a few times. "What is it?"

The next few words were a haze to the yellow opticed mech as his tired processor struggled to keep up with what the medic was saying. He mumbled a few words to his partner and managed to understand the words; Yes, bring, medbay, pick, and fleshy.

His processors eventually analyzed what was ordered and he gave a reply. "But I'm stuck with monitor duty."

An eerie monotone voice came out of nowhere, scaring the slag out of him.

"Shift: Ended. Breakdown: Assist Knockout and follow orders."

"What the frag?!" he shouted. Then he said again quietly. "Soundwave?"

"Affirmative. Order: Go to medbay."

"Alright, alright. Sheesh, scared the slag outta me will ya." he muttered.

He went to the supply room first and got the tool that Knockout needed. He subspaced it and began to walk towards the medbay. Vehicons that were passing by stayed away from him. Clearly, they were still afraid he will hurt them just like he did to their comrades.

The big blue mech stopped walking then smiled mischievously and gave a low growl. He watched in interested glee as they scurried away from him. He smirked. Oh, he was good.

When he got to the medbay, the doors opened, recognizing him as a frequent visitor.

"Hey Knockout, I got your thingy for you. Did you get another toy squishy to experiment with?" he asked. He grabbed the thing out of his subspace and tossed the tool to the red mech as the other caught it with ease.

"You could say that. Here, " Knockout plucked the human girl from the berth and handed her to him.

The larger mech stared at the limp organic that was hanging from the medic's claws. She looked at him while he looked at her. She gave a small wave at him. With her blank face, she looks like Soundwave. If the mech had a face that is.

"What are you waiting for? Take her out of my medbay and watch over her. I need to analyze the scan I received from her."

"But...er..."

"Oh come on Breakdown. Not scared of a little fleshy are you?" Knockout teased.

Breakdown growled and scooped up the human in his large hands. He made sure not to squish her. Lord Megatron made an announcement that there was an important human aboard the Nemesis and apparently she is not to be played as a toy like the others. She was important to him. He didn't tell them why.

"I'm not afraid of the human." And with that, he left the medbay.

Cecilia was quiet in his grasp. She really needs to find a way to talk to them. Then she noticed some writings engraved on the mech's wrist. She traced each symbol carefully. Then she realized that they were the same symbols she knew about. Like the one written in the book that she got from the library.

When translated to English, the rough interpretation of it was 'Breakdown'. She mentally cheered in her head. She actually found out the origin of the symbols.

While she was looking intently at the glyphs on his hand. Breakdown stared at her the entire time. What was the human doing? It couldn't possibly understand Cybertronian language, could it?

When the human femme began to use her knuckles and thumped the plating on his palm he stopped walking for a moment and brought her up to his face.

"What is it human?" he asked.

Cecilia began to trace out some symbols on his palm. At first, Breakdown didn't know what she was doing. He thought she was writing in English but he was wrong. She was writing in the basic Cybertronian dialect.

"My...designation...is...Ce..cilia. Your name is Cecilia, human?" he spoke. Oh, what a report he had to write to his Commanders about this. Never had he encountered a fleshy who could read or write Cybertronian before. They probably won't believe him.

He sent a quick message to his commanders and Knockout since the medic was trying to get any information available of her.

She nods and wrote some more symbols. Breakdown received an order from Soundwave to bring her to his office. After he acknowledged the reply, he examined the tiny writing carefully.

"I...need to...get...small...datapad"

The girl nods in relief, at last someone she could talk to that is not in her head. Breakdown slid her small form to his left servo and used the other one to rummage in his subspace. He got a smaller version of a datapad and a stylus. He looked at it and then to her waiting form.

He shrugged and held them out to her. She took them gratefully and wrote the glyphs that said 'Thank you'.

Not used to being thanked before and still shocked by the fact that the human femme communicated with him using Cybertronian dialect, Breakdown stared at her small form and mumbled,

"Whatever squishy."

Cecilia smiled up at him. It seemed like she made another maybe-friend on the ship.