Sucks To Be You (Closed - Ghost Wind, Roulette)
Aug 2, 2014 0:40:33 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2014 0:40:33 GMT -5
(Takes place directly between Setting Up Shop and We're All Mad Here. Special guest appearance by Soundwave)
There had to be something wrong.
Soundwave tapped lightly on the controls of the console he was currently occupying. Around him, the control room of the 'Nemesis' hummed and flowed through its usual patterns. The great warship itself moved through cloud cover, dictating its own currents of time and motion. When the 'Nemesis' flight path veered the right way, days and nights could last very long indeed. Inside the ship, no one really cared what the planetary cycles did, anyways. Shifts were dictated regardless of light, regardless of weather, and regardless of much else.
Still, surely he was missing something.
The holo-screen placidly told him (for a third time), that he was not.
Soundwave's helm tilted the barest of fractions. That couldn't be right; there had to be something: unexpected repairs required somewhere, personnel needing to be shuffled around, goods missing from one spot to be found elsewhere, security checks to be run. Nothing in the universe could possibly conspire to run this smoothly --
The holo-screen blinked passively. Nope. His remote feeds into the ship's systems revealed nothing beyond their usual information streams. His ongoing searches were crunching data exactly as they were meant to, and did not need his attention to do so. What problems there were being reported had been already flagged and re-directed to the junior personnel capable of dealing with them. Paperwork had been appropriately shuffled, red tape duly dealt with. And, not to put too fine a point on it, but he had technically been off-shift for the past... Well, for a while.
Well, alright then. Startling though it may be to find himself with actual, honest-to-Primus time off, Soundwave was not one to pass the opportunity for peace, quiet and (relative) solitude. He got little enough of it as it was. Long talons swept over the commands, locking the console, even as he started, for a pure lark, an internal timer.
Just to see how long his so-called off-duty time actually lasted.
There had to be something wrong.
Soundwave tapped lightly on the controls of the console he was currently occupying. Around him, the control room of the 'Nemesis' hummed and flowed through its usual patterns. The great warship itself moved through cloud cover, dictating its own currents of time and motion. When the 'Nemesis' flight path veered the right way, days and nights could last very long indeed. Inside the ship, no one really cared what the planetary cycles did, anyways. Shifts were dictated regardless of light, regardless of weather, and regardless of much else.
Still, surely he was missing something.
The holo-screen placidly told him (for a third time), that he was not.
Soundwave's helm tilted the barest of fractions. That couldn't be right; there had to be something: unexpected repairs required somewhere, personnel needing to be shuffled around, goods missing from one spot to be found elsewhere, security checks to be run. Nothing in the universe could possibly conspire to run this smoothly --
The holo-screen blinked passively. Nope. His remote feeds into the ship's systems revealed nothing beyond their usual information streams. His ongoing searches were crunching data exactly as they were meant to, and did not need his attention to do so. What problems there were being reported had been already flagged and re-directed to the junior personnel capable of dealing with them. Paperwork had been appropriately shuffled, red tape duly dealt with. And, not to put too fine a point on it, but he had technically been off-shift for the past... Well, for a while.
Well, alright then. Startling though it may be to find himself with actual, honest-to-Primus time off, Soundwave was not one to pass the opportunity for peace, quiet and (relative) solitude. He got little enough of it as it was. Long talons swept over the commands, locking the console, even as he started, for a pure lark, an internal timer.
Just to see how long his so-called off-duty time actually lasted.