K. Naut
A lamp emitting a feeble light swung back and forth above the cramped room, only supported by a limp chord dangling from the center of the ceiling. Directly underneath the lamp, was a dormant robot lying peacefully on his back. It was a staggering seven foot tall and just about managed to fit onto the wooden table, giving the impression of a patient during surgery. The freshly done paint-job shined under the meager light with gleaming shades of copper and gold. Callisto's left bicep was swung open, revealing a hollow compartment containing the motherboard - it looked extremely complex, comprising of a mess of wires, glittering circuit boards and several small mechanisms. The robot's eyepiece was removed and had been placed to the side.
The koala bear's miniscule body curled over Callisto's arm, his goggles tightly strapped across his eyes and his lip bit back in concentration. Due to his height, K. had to stand on a stool for him to reach the table. His left hand was occupied with a flashlight while the latter was holding a pair of pliers. The lack of light in the room accented the bags under his eyes and the tips of his thick fur. Several bits and pieces lay scattered on the table, relatively close to the engineer. He put the flashlight into his mouth in order to reach out and grab a screw before delicately placing it into the motherboard and continue working. Like every other day, when K. had no other task to do, he was busy modifying Callisto. Today, he was attempting to install a homing-missile launcher that would rest on the robot's shoulders. You know, the usual.
K. had the tendency to ponder over small things while working - after all he knew Mecha from the back of his paw. At this very moment in time, the koala was thinking of what they would be having for dinner tonight. The creature rarely ate with the group as he was always preoccupied on something work-related. Not only that, but most of the Freedom Fighters had a preference of meat. K. took pride in being a herbivore and it disgusted him whenever he saw a member chew into a drumstick along the table. He usually collected his meal an hour or so before the actual dinner, deciding never to take the risk. The food was always delicious every time and it made the koala's mouth water at the thought. Perhaps it would a nice vegetable casserole, or maybe those wonderful Tikka skewers they did last week. They were always spot on when it came to the soups, for instance-
“Hey, Koala! It fuckin' broke again!”
K. knitted his eyebrows together, clearly annoyed, as he lifted his goggles from his face. He slammed the equipment in his hand onto the table, the entirety of his frame practically quivering with fiery anger. With his furry paws tightly balled into fists, the koala abruptly turned around and glared at the woman who had rudely interrupted his train of thought. When he was getting into a rhythm above all things!
"How many times do I have to tell you," He said quietly, a twitch in his cheek and his nostrils flared," NEVER TO DISTURB ME WHILE I'M WORKING!"
He roared out the last several words before sighing in frustration. He folded his stubby arms and massaged his forehead with his thumb and index finger, a nerve was visible in the corner. K. was used to Piper bursting into his workshop uninvited, nonetheless it still irritated him immensely. He would allow no exceptions. She needed to learn to take more care of her mechanical arm before the koala would rip it off. How tempting of a prospective.
"What have you done with it now?" He said through gritted teeth.