Ep1 – A Long Drive – Closed
Jul 21, 2012 19:21:54 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2012 19:21:54 GMT -5
After briefly attending Jazz’s post-mission party debrief – and being subject to every indignity and chaos that was a Jazz post-mission debrief – Optimus excused himself back to the control room to check on the status of a data-organization program he had running on the Iacon data. It took less than a glance to know that it was more than half-way complete and when he came back to his task , the entries would be sorted by Galactic Positioning tags. If he decrypted one from each group then he could find the ones in this star system more quickly. Prioritize them… but that would have to wait a little bit longer. Even after stopping to check in on the others, his head was still humming slightly, a feeling like the inside of his cranial case was over-heating.
Soundwave, even with Blaster protecting him from the worst of it, had done him some damage. If he was back on Iacon, doing the data assimilation and transmission he’d been designed to do – hundreds of thousands of data-streams directed and loaded through his neural cortex to the Iacon’s permanent archives – would have killed him in the state he was currently in. It would be a while to get his head back to normal and longer to regain that neural flexibility so specific to his function-class. It was not a major hindrance. He rarely used those primary functions anymore, now that they were off Cybertron and intell came to them so rarely and exclusively through vocal expression, not data transmission.
Still, it was… discomfiting to the former archivist to know that he was injured so. Even if it was not apparent.
He was shutting down his work station again to leave it, when he heard someone come into the control room behind him. When he turned, Shadowrunner was there, the light in the main atrium bouncing white off the dark angles of her armor.
“Patrol?”
Soundwave, even with Blaster protecting him from the worst of it, had done him some damage. If he was back on Iacon, doing the data assimilation and transmission he’d been designed to do – hundreds of thousands of data-streams directed and loaded through his neural cortex to the Iacon’s permanent archives – would have killed him in the state he was currently in. It would be a while to get his head back to normal and longer to regain that neural flexibility so specific to his function-class. It was not a major hindrance. He rarely used those primary functions anymore, now that they were off Cybertron and intell came to them so rarely and exclusively through vocal expression, not data transmission.
Still, it was… discomfiting to the former archivist to know that he was injured so. Even if it was not apparent.
He was shutting down his work station again to leave it, when he heard someone come into the control room behind him. When he turned, Shadowrunner was there, the light in the main atrium bouncing white off the dark angles of her armor.
“Patrol?”