[ti]Ep 2[/ti]Order Against Chaos - [Shockwave]
Apr 7, 2017 23:05:53 GMT -5
Post by Soundwave on Apr 7, 2017 23:05:53 GMT -5
Episode 2 | Week 3 | Day 6
When all attributes aim to a unified goal, progress can be made.
But that relied on everyone remaining on task.
Job by job, individual by individual, the hierarchy of command kept most of the rank and file in line, commanders taking responsibility for who worked beneath them. While some were a bit more dubious than others, such as Starscream's alleged reliability and his hold on the seekers, others acted diligently and truthfully despite the Decepticon name and expectation. However, while those of lesser rank were monitored well, the question came to be who looked after those in command?
This was not a hard question to answer all things considered. Soundwave was Megatron's eyes and ears, and knew nearly everything that occurred on the warship. From petty events, to greater actions, he could see trouble before it tended to make itself known, and clip it down if action was needed without anyone else ever being the wiser. That said, some were sneakier than others, and a general reclusiveness and flighty nature made tracking it more difficult.
Shockwave was one of those that needed to be checked in upon on occasion.
The scientist was not a troublemaker in the same way as others on this ship. He did not seek for command, and didn’t thirst for power. Everything he wanted, was often just given to him, due to the near otherworldly capabilities and advances he could make when left to his own devices. When cut free, he could and often did make things that the Decepticon cause used on a regular basis, however, sometimes his ambitions strayed, or slid off course. He could get tangled in other fleeting paths that promise for possible breakthroughs, which may not be the exact war ready outcomes Megatron desired.
The Truce tangled things up more.
Part of the arrangement was that all progress on weapons of war would be halted. That was such... a vague term... It of course referred to guns, and diseases like the plagues that had been used in the past, but it could also cover so many other sciences. While they could technically continue manufacturing as they pleased, the Autobots none the wiser, it was still a consideration to monitor and keep notes on. Shockwave couldn't be doing anything too crazy however, and he most definitely could not be tampering on living subjects.
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Most individuals upon the warship, held a recognizable gait to them, from clicking snaps of pronged peds or heels striking the metal plated floor, to thunderous rumbles of those with larger mass rolling from footfall to footfall. A soft rumble of internal engines, a whir of a repaired joint that does not mesh as well with the rest, it was a signature in its own way, as unique as each individual's frame shape itself. However, most were readily audible, able to be picked up on from reasonable distance, while in contrast, Soundwave's steps where ghosting, an absence.
Soft clicks that almost sounded hollow, a plastic like edge of dampeners and care being taken when moving weight from step to step. While these footfalls could not be heard with the same range as others, once they were? They were known instantly to be those of the spymaster. He moved through the dark corridors of the Nemesis, the science wing assisting to this by not being as illuminated as other far more traveled paths. There was no use to waste such energy on areas that were not traveled often, and as such he sifted in and out of shadows every few meters.
Soon, Soundwave came upon his goal, stopping before Shockwave's laboratory.
The door was large, as with many others on the ship, arching high into the air, with multiple panels and slabs that interlocked to create a seal that was air tight. This kept things from contaminating the room that lay beyond, but it also kept things that may go wrong from getting out, an independent system that acted on a separate grid from the main Nemesis.
A soft ping, a wordless request, an equally quiet reply.
The doors slid aside with a snarled rumble, rolling back on their tracks to spiral out of the way and fold flush with the outer archway. Once the entry was parted, the navy mech began walking again, peering ahead at the modest hallway that separated the main ship from the laboratory. He never partially favored what he knew was coming but Shockwave was who he was, and as he took a few additional steps, a sharp beam of light cut and scanned over him.
It had its place. Scan; make sure there were no outside contaminants that could compromise other projects, while also telling the scientist who was coming down the hallway if he did not already know he had visitors. That said, it was also rude, a breach of personal space, as scans could often pick up on far more than just individual identity and surface attributes. It brought up the question what said scans were being used for at times, but in the end, it did not truly matter, as Shockwave would not be getting anything of value off of him.
Dipping his helm slightly, Soundwave continued forward as the light passed across his frame, the thin spines that protruded along his back flexing out a bit, as his systems activated to counter. It wasn't much, just a signal that bounced and partly scrambled the devices used to scan, sending false responses back to it. It would warp and distort any readings that were obtained, making them mostly useless or unreliable as something to actually be used. In doing this, a sharp error noise emitted from the device, a large monitor that otherwise would give a readout on what was obtained, instead showing a skewed 3D render and a series of 'Error' texts after each parameter. However, even with the rippled effect, Shockwave would know who it was.
Without even a second's hesitation, Soundwave would continue down the hallway, intent to enter into the circular room beyond.
When all attributes aim to a unified goal, progress can be made.
But that relied on everyone remaining on task.
Job by job, individual by individual, the hierarchy of command kept most of the rank and file in line, commanders taking responsibility for who worked beneath them. While some were a bit more dubious than others, such as Starscream's alleged reliability and his hold on the seekers, others acted diligently and truthfully despite the Decepticon name and expectation. However, while those of lesser rank were monitored well, the question came to be who looked after those in command?
This was not a hard question to answer all things considered. Soundwave was Megatron's eyes and ears, and knew nearly everything that occurred on the warship. From petty events, to greater actions, he could see trouble before it tended to make itself known, and clip it down if action was needed without anyone else ever being the wiser. That said, some were sneakier than others, and a general reclusiveness and flighty nature made tracking it more difficult.
Shockwave was one of those that needed to be checked in upon on occasion.
The scientist was not a troublemaker in the same way as others on this ship. He did not seek for command, and didn’t thirst for power. Everything he wanted, was often just given to him, due to the near otherworldly capabilities and advances he could make when left to his own devices. When cut free, he could and often did make things that the Decepticon cause used on a regular basis, however, sometimes his ambitions strayed, or slid off course. He could get tangled in other fleeting paths that promise for possible breakthroughs, which may not be the exact war ready outcomes Megatron desired.
The Truce tangled things up more.
Part of the arrangement was that all progress on weapons of war would be halted. That was such... a vague term... It of course referred to guns, and diseases like the plagues that had been used in the past, but it could also cover so many other sciences. While they could technically continue manufacturing as they pleased, the Autobots none the wiser, it was still a consideration to monitor and keep notes on. Shockwave couldn't be doing anything too crazy however, and he most definitely could not be tampering on living subjects.
---
Most individuals upon the warship, held a recognizable gait to them, from clicking snaps of pronged peds or heels striking the metal plated floor, to thunderous rumbles of those with larger mass rolling from footfall to footfall. A soft rumble of internal engines, a whir of a repaired joint that does not mesh as well with the rest, it was a signature in its own way, as unique as each individual's frame shape itself. However, most were readily audible, able to be picked up on from reasonable distance, while in contrast, Soundwave's steps where ghosting, an absence.
Soft clicks that almost sounded hollow, a plastic like edge of dampeners and care being taken when moving weight from step to step. While these footfalls could not be heard with the same range as others, once they were? They were known instantly to be those of the spymaster. He moved through the dark corridors of the Nemesis, the science wing assisting to this by not being as illuminated as other far more traveled paths. There was no use to waste such energy on areas that were not traveled often, and as such he sifted in and out of shadows every few meters.
Soon, Soundwave came upon his goal, stopping before Shockwave's laboratory.
The door was large, as with many others on the ship, arching high into the air, with multiple panels and slabs that interlocked to create a seal that was air tight. This kept things from contaminating the room that lay beyond, but it also kept things that may go wrong from getting out, an independent system that acted on a separate grid from the main Nemesis.
A soft ping, a wordless request, an equally quiet reply.
The doors slid aside with a snarled rumble, rolling back on their tracks to spiral out of the way and fold flush with the outer archway. Once the entry was parted, the navy mech began walking again, peering ahead at the modest hallway that separated the main ship from the laboratory. He never partially favored what he knew was coming but Shockwave was who he was, and as he took a few additional steps, a sharp beam of light cut and scanned over him.
It had its place. Scan; make sure there were no outside contaminants that could compromise other projects, while also telling the scientist who was coming down the hallway if he did not already know he had visitors. That said, it was also rude, a breach of personal space, as scans could often pick up on far more than just individual identity and surface attributes. It brought up the question what said scans were being used for at times, but in the end, it did not truly matter, as Shockwave would not be getting anything of value off of him.
Dipping his helm slightly, Soundwave continued forward as the light passed across his frame, the thin spines that protruded along his back flexing out a bit, as his systems activated to counter. It wasn't much, just a signal that bounced and partly scrambled the devices used to scan, sending false responses back to it. It would warp and distort any readings that were obtained, making them mostly useless or unreliable as something to actually be used. In doing this, a sharp error noise emitted from the device, a large monitor that otherwise would give a readout on what was obtained, instead showing a skewed 3D render and a series of 'Error' texts after each parameter. However, even with the rippled effect, Shockwave would know who it was.
Without even a second's hesitation, Soundwave would continue down the hallway, intent to enter into the circular room beyond.