Ep. 1.5 - The Late Shift - (Closed)
Jan 6, 2013 17:12:00 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2013 17:12:00 GMT -5
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He did not rest easily, most nights.
He had not done so at the medical station, nor any of the Autobot outposts he had passed through upon being declared fit to leave Delphi. And he did not do so here - this foreign front line in the war against the Decepticons.
Instead of rest, instead of recharge, Fortress Maximus walked the base, his processor guiding him through habits long beaten into him after thousands of years of security duty. The war did not rest, and so neither did he. Check doors, shine a light through abandoned wings, inspect monitors - walk those hundreds of miles of empty corridors with a wary optic and your gun at your back. Don't trust a security camera - do it yourself. Test every lock. Expect trouble, so it would not surprise you when it came.
It was wearying, and to see the Autobot base empty night after night granted him no peace of mind. But at least it was something.
Maximus allowed his feet to guide him towards the control room. The rifle secured to the small of his back was a satisfying presence. The halls were empty. It had to be nearly oh-two-hundred hours by now. Quiet night.
Good.
Ventillation fans hummed gently behind the walls, a steady and lulling sound. Maximus briefly closed his optics. Late night. He supposed he could do this self-appointed inspection duty during the daylight hours, when his mind was less clouded by fatigue. But it was quieter at night. Most of the other Autobots were either offline or working a midnight shift. He avoided them when he could, reluctant to mingle. Too many faces, too many unfamiliar mechs. It made him uncomfortable. Not a word he was accustomed to associating with himself.
Besides. He had a lot to think about. A lot to process.
The control room. Maximus paused outside the doorway. He did not know if anyone else was on duty at this hour, but if they were this was likely one of the few places they would be found. The urge to continue onward towards the common room was strong - without rest, he would need a ration of energon to get him through the next twenty-four hours - but something beyond the need to inspect every room made him glance inside.
He did not rest easily, most nights.
He had not done so at the medical station, nor any of the Autobot outposts he had passed through upon being declared fit to leave Delphi. And he did not do so here - this foreign front line in the war against the Decepticons.
Instead of rest, instead of recharge, Fortress Maximus walked the base, his processor guiding him through habits long beaten into him after thousands of years of security duty. The war did not rest, and so neither did he. Check doors, shine a light through abandoned wings, inspect monitors - walk those hundreds of miles of empty corridors with a wary optic and your gun at your back. Don't trust a security camera - do it yourself. Test every lock. Expect trouble, so it would not surprise you when it came.
It was wearying, and to see the Autobot base empty night after night granted him no peace of mind. But at least it was something.
Maximus allowed his feet to guide him towards the control room. The rifle secured to the small of his back was a satisfying presence. The halls were empty. It had to be nearly oh-two-hundred hours by now. Quiet night.
Good.
Ventillation fans hummed gently behind the walls, a steady and lulling sound. Maximus briefly closed his optics. Late night. He supposed he could do this self-appointed inspection duty during the daylight hours, when his mind was less clouded by fatigue. But it was quieter at night. Most of the other Autobots were either offline or working a midnight shift. He avoided them when he could, reluctant to mingle. Too many faces, too many unfamiliar mechs. It made him uncomfortable. Not a word he was accustomed to associating with himself.
Besides. He had a lot to think about. A lot to process.
The control room. Maximus paused outside the doorway. He did not know if anyone else was on duty at this hour, but if they were this was likely one of the few places they would be found. The urge to continue onward towards the common room was strong - without rest, he would need a ration of energon to get him through the next twenty-four hours - but something beyond the need to inspect every room made him glance inside.