Ep 0.5 - Cool Cats - Closed
Feb 4, 2012 12:55:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2012 12:55:41 GMT -5
Monitor duty was never something Steeljaw objected to; he knew that it was one of the lesser desirable duty shifts to most of the 'bots around base, but for himself, well, he was hardly going to volunteer for patrol. Had not, in fact, been outside of the base except to map the exterior of the mesa to his satisfaction. He knew precisely where they were - GPS and Google Maps and Earth were very helpful in that regard - but he had less than no desire to venture out onto flat scrubland with little or no useful cover and his frame was hardly unnoticeable in the general area. At best, he might be mistaken for a rogue zoo escapee, assuming Jasper had a zoo - which it didn't. And that was only at a distance or if the viewer was particularly myopic. Earth felines did not generally come in 'gold' or 'metallic'.
He had considered hitching a ride into town, possibly with Bulkhead - the heavy frontliner's human companion, Miko, could surely be persuaded to be his eyes and hands on the ground, so to speak. Steeljaw had enough local funds now, stored away in an account, the card for which was in his subspace, to send her into a computer store and come out with a few coveted items for herself (as payment) and one for him. It would be nice to test run his work on a native machine, rather than on the Apple OS that he had running on a subclocked partition of his own processor. It was difficult to throttle the system back enough to simulate the human machines; his processor kept trying to flag it as an error and auto correct it.
On the other hand, the first of his game apps had been featured on the App Store, his second was getting good reviews, the money was trickling in, and he had another three conversions of sparkling protocol games in the works, which were the perfect accompaniment to monitor duty. Eschewing the 'bot sized chair, which was less than useless to his frame, Steeljaw made himself comfortable on top of the monitor banks and set appropriate subroutines to monitoring the incoming data feeds from the external monitors. It only took up a portion of his processor, no matter how finely he filtered the information - compared to Cybertronian security systems, it was lazy work. It gave him more than enough left over to keep one audio array tuned to the sound of Ratchet in the nearby medbay, ready to lend a helping paw if the medic needed it, and tinker with his apps in the meantime. Legs curled underneath him, tail curled around, optics dimmed, and magnet clamps keeping him steady, he might almost have been in recharge except for the occasional flick of an audio array, the monitors humming steadily beneath him.
He had considered hitching a ride into town, possibly with Bulkhead - the heavy frontliner's human companion, Miko, could surely be persuaded to be his eyes and hands on the ground, so to speak. Steeljaw had enough local funds now, stored away in an account, the card for which was in his subspace, to send her into a computer store and come out with a few coveted items for herself (as payment) and one for him. It would be nice to test run his work on a native machine, rather than on the Apple OS that he had running on a subclocked partition of his own processor. It was difficult to throttle the system back enough to simulate the human machines; his processor kept trying to flag it as an error and auto correct it.
On the other hand, the first of his game apps had been featured on the App Store, his second was getting good reviews, the money was trickling in, and he had another three conversions of sparkling protocol games in the works, which were the perfect accompaniment to monitor duty. Eschewing the 'bot sized chair, which was less than useless to his frame, Steeljaw made himself comfortable on top of the monitor banks and set appropriate subroutines to monitoring the incoming data feeds from the external monitors. It only took up a portion of his processor, no matter how finely he filtered the information - compared to Cybertronian security systems, it was lazy work. It gave him more than enough left over to keep one audio array tuned to the sound of Ratchet in the nearby medbay, ready to lend a helping paw if the medic needed it, and tinker with his apps in the meantime. Legs curled underneath him, tail curled around, optics dimmed, and magnet clamps keeping him steady, he might almost have been in recharge except for the occasional flick of an audio array, the monitors humming steadily beneath him.