/A.N. This chapter is written in first person. Just so ya know ;)/

CLANK'S POV

I took a step forward only to fall flat on my face.

What the…?

A small robot was laying about thirty centicubits away from me. I scrambled towards it to get a closer look. It was a strange, faded dark gold in colour, and two pointed hearing receptors were on either side of its head and were similar in shape to my own. A small red antenna protruded from the top of its head, pulsing feebly. Its optics were closed.

Aw, poor guy…

I picked him (I assume it's a he) up and started to head back to my ship.

ROBOT'S POV

I 'awoke' to the sound of metal clanging against metal. I opened my optics to find a grey Lombax wearing a pair of combats and a loose shirt standing on a crate. He had what looked like a large wrench in his hands and was fiddling about with some sort of ship.
"Oy!"
The Lombax let out a high screech and fell backwards off the crate. I couldn't help but smirk a little.
"Did you build that?" I asked bluntly.
The organic blinked and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Y-yeah…"
I look both him and the ship up and down carefully. "You did a pretty good job,"
"T-thanks…" A pair of half-moon spectacles rested on his muzzle, which he kept slipping.
"Why don't you start it?" I ask.
"Cause I cannot. I need a 'robotic ignition system' whatever they are. Until then, I just have to figure out some other way of starting it." He explains. I 'sigh' (can robot's sigh? It sure feels like it…) and slap my hand against my head.
"There is no other way to start a ship of that kinda model, stupid," I tell him. He looks crestfallen. "However, I do have a very basic version of robotic…ship…starty…thingy installed on my hardrive. I can start it for you…." His ears perk up. "….on one condition." They droop again and I snigger. This is quite fun.