[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti] A New Introduction [Laura]
Jul 7, 2017 19:19:20 GMT -5
Post by Optimus Prime on Jul 7, 2017 19:19:20 GMT -5
Episode 2.5 | Week 1 | Day 2
Humans.
This was their world, and Cybertronian were the intruders.
This undeniable fact always had to be remembered, always taken into consideration. Their kind, could not simply do as it willed without repercussions, they could not act out and tear the land asunder in the wake of their war, without dismantling the lives of millions of innocent bystanders. They could not harvest all the Energon that there was with ease, simply because cities and towns have been built atop it. Most of all however, they could not even make their presence known, the small world so technologically stunted and isolated, that they believe themselves alone in this cold universe, and to know otherwise could start mass panic.
Or so their leaders have deemed.
Many know of them, many have inklings or ideas. Mistakes happen; small sightings are made here or there. To ask for perfection was... a long wish, and nothing logical. Thankfully it had all been suppressed. Explained away either by logic or phenomenons such as ball lighting when a stray blast caught someone's eye, to writing them off as tinfoil hats that clutch onto the latest fad hoax and run with it. However, a few did step over the threshold of secrecy, and become aware of their kind in full.
Agent Fowler and the government he worked under, had been made known of their presence the moment they made contact and stepped foot on the world. Since then, they have offered ample generosity, gifting a base location, and some raw supplies in order to turn it into a functional hub. In return, the Autobots offer what help they can, and their aid in keeping the Decepticons in line to the best of their abilities. It was a loose foundation, one that could seem painfully one sided at first. There had been discussions for the Autobots to offer more, but the governments high command was only interested in weapons.
That was not up for negotiation.
Despite these shortcomings, a functional alliance was made, one that Optimus cherished well and tried to work with on anything they ask of him. It could be tiring; occasionally needing to speak at length over things that have occurred, and divulge what information they have, even if it isn't complete. So many questions, so many hurdles... and it seemed a new one was coming on board to deal with.
Humans at the base were acceptable as long as they are cleared and remain on the catwalks, but that didn't mean it was ever easy when someone new was possibly going to be appointed onto the team. The discussions on this Lieutenant Adler had been extensive behind her back. Why would she be here, why was she needed? She was combat personnel, not a mechanic like other workers in the past who helped to work with repairs around the base and learning their biology to assist Ratchet. Why would a FIGHTER be here, when he had no intention of letting her fight? There were pointed reminders, that Optimus would NOT be sharing weaponry information, and if this was their way to try to garner such things, than he would be displeased.
In the end, Optimus relented, and all the turmoil that lead to the welcome, would be shoved to the side where the female would not need to be aware. He did not need her to know her presence had been looked upon with skepticism, and instead perhaps.... he was being overly wary. Not wanting humans to get woven too deeply in this war, not wanting them to be hurt under his command... it was easy working with just his team, but when another species came in that he wanted to protect, then things got a bit ugly.
The Ground Bridge roared to life with a snarled tear, ripping open a vortex that temporarily connected the Omega Outpost's Control Room, with a nondescript air hanger in Blackrock. The portal would only be permitted to stay open a short moment, enough for the individual to filter through, but would slam shut immediately behind her, in order to try to conserve fuel.
The Control Room was large and imposing, a partial octagonal shaped chamber reaching high into the air, separated and branched by catwalks, and pipelines that stretched like webs in the upper reaches. Bright lighting cast down, flooding out the area and making the ceiling itself difficult to discern, the lighting highlighting numerous pieces of technology and other barriers. The center of the room jaggedly started to go up in large platforms, steps that were far too tall for her to climb on her own, leading to railed off spaces where some human accommodations could be found from the children. Couch, television, a table and game console, etc.
To the left, sat three entrances. One was a door that was sealed shut, no visible markings or handle on its surface, while on either side a good distance away, were two tunnels. One hooked and bent at a sharp angle, the walls lined in rock, and ceiling holding small lights, fresh air filtering in from it, while the other was straight, and plunged deep into the base, its walls lined in metal and conduits that powered the main area,
To her right, would be a computer terminal, but it was absolutely massive, and beyond any reach of one of her size. Immense monitors stretched into the air, cobbled and placed together into a disjointed patchwork of varied screens. Wires snaked and fed out of it like serpents into the wall, latching into the thicker cables there, while smaller human sized ones fed back towards the center of the room where the elevator stretched high towards the plateau's top.
It was in front of this terminal, where Optimus stood.
The Prime was not a small Cybertronian, however, if she worked with the individual posted at Blackrock, than he would seem comparable in stature. Granted, she was at the MECH infiltration some time ago, was she not? She would likely have worked with him before, though he could not place her amoung the crowd of black clad individuals he saw that day. The humans all blurred together when they dressed the same, no broad differences in build that ranged as drastically as Cybertronian kind, their height differences a bit difficult to discern when looking down upon them. Alas, he would get a good look at her today, past the report he saw from Fowler.
A slow stride carried the large mech forward, his step gradual and controlled, mindful of the impact as he placed his weight upon it. Despite his care, there was a low thrum, the ankle joint creating a secondary impact as his weight was taken on. This step allowed him to more properly view the tiny human without looming, cyan optics piercing down at her while he tried to evaluate what she was wearing, if it were military or casual, and what, if anything, she brought with her. It could tell him much on what she was hoping to accomplish this day. While he did so, he spoke at ease, a low baritone rumbling out a simple greeting.
"Lieutenant Adler, welcome to the Omega Outpost."
Humans.
This was their world, and Cybertronian were the intruders.
This undeniable fact always had to be remembered, always taken into consideration. Their kind, could not simply do as it willed without repercussions, they could not act out and tear the land asunder in the wake of their war, without dismantling the lives of millions of innocent bystanders. They could not harvest all the Energon that there was with ease, simply because cities and towns have been built atop it. Most of all however, they could not even make their presence known, the small world so technologically stunted and isolated, that they believe themselves alone in this cold universe, and to know otherwise could start mass panic.
Or so their leaders have deemed.
Many know of them, many have inklings or ideas. Mistakes happen; small sightings are made here or there. To ask for perfection was... a long wish, and nothing logical. Thankfully it had all been suppressed. Explained away either by logic or phenomenons such as ball lighting when a stray blast caught someone's eye, to writing them off as tinfoil hats that clutch onto the latest fad hoax and run with it. However, a few did step over the threshold of secrecy, and become aware of their kind in full.
Agent Fowler and the government he worked under, had been made known of their presence the moment they made contact and stepped foot on the world. Since then, they have offered ample generosity, gifting a base location, and some raw supplies in order to turn it into a functional hub. In return, the Autobots offer what help they can, and their aid in keeping the Decepticons in line to the best of their abilities. It was a loose foundation, one that could seem painfully one sided at first. There had been discussions for the Autobots to offer more, but the governments high command was only interested in weapons.
That was not up for negotiation.
Despite these shortcomings, a functional alliance was made, one that Optimus cherished well and tried to work with on anything they ask of him. It could be tiring; occasionally needing to speak at length over things that have occurred, and divulge what information they have, even if it isn't complete. So many questions, so many hurdles... and it seemed a new one was coming on board to deal with.
Humans at the base were acceptable as long as they are cleared and remain on the catwalks, but that didn't mean it was ever easy when someone new was possibly going to be appointed onto the team. The discussions on this Lieutenant Adler had been extensive behind her back. Why would she be here, why was she needed? She was combat personnel, not a mechanic like other workers in the past who helped to work with repairs around the base and learning their biology to assist Ratchet. Why would a FIGHTER be here, when he had no intention of letting her fight? There were pointed reminders, that Optimus would NOT be sharing weaponry information, and if this was their way to try to garner such things, than he would be displeased.
In the end, Optimus relented, and all the turmoil that lead to the welcome, would be shoved to the side where the female would not need to be aware. He did not need her to know her presence had been looked upon with skepticism, and instead perhaps.... he was being overly wary. Not wanting humans to get woven too deeply in this war, not wanting them to be hurt under his command... it was easy working with just his team, but when another species came in that he wanted to protect, then things got a bit ugly.
The Ground Bridge roared to life with a snarled tear, ripping open a vortex that temporarily connected the Omega Outpost's Control Room, with a nondescript air hanger in Blackrock. The portal would only be permitted to stay open a short moment, enough for the individual to filter through, but would slam shut immediately behind her, in order to try to conserve fuel.
The Control Room was large and imposing, a partial octagonal shaped chamber reaching high into the air, separated and branched by catwalks, and pipelines that stretched like webs in the upper reaches. Bright lighting cast down, flooding out the area and making the ceiling itself difficult to discern, the lighting highlighting numerous pieces of technology and other barriers. The center of the room jaggedly started to go up in large platforms, steps that were far too tall for her to climb on her own, leading to railed off spaces where some human accommodations could be found from the children. Couch, television, a table and game console, etc.
To the left, sat three entrances. One was a door that was sealed shut, no visible markings or handle on its surface, while on either side a good distance away, were two tunnels. One hooked and bent at a sharp angle, the walls lined in rock, and ceiling holding small lights, fresh air filtering in from it, while the other was straight, and plunged deep into the base, its walls lined in metal and conduits that powered the main area,
To her right, would be a computer terminal, but it was absolutely massive, and beyond any reach of one of her size. Immense monitors stretched into the air, cobbled and placed together into a disjointed patchwork of varied screens. Wires snaked and fed out of it like serpents into the wall, latching into the thicker cables there, while smaller human sized ones fed back towards the center of the room where the elevator stretched high towards the plateau's top.
It was in front of this terminal, where Optimus stood.
The Prime was not a small Cybertronian, however, if she worked with the individual posted at Blackrock, than he would seem comparable in stature. Granted, she was at the MECH infiltration some time ago, was she not? She would likely have worked with him before, though he could not place her amoung the crowd of black clad individuals he saw that day. The humans all blurred together when they dressed the same, no broad differences in build that ranged as drastically as Cybertronian kind, their height differences a bit difficult to discern when looking down upon them. Alas, he would get a good look at her today, past the report he saw from Fowler.
A slow stride carried the large mech forward, his step gradual and controlled, mindful of the impact as he placed his weight upon it. Despite his care, there was a low thrum, the ankle joint creating a secondary impact as his weight was taken on. This step allowed him to more properly view the tiny human without looming, cyan optics piercing down at her while he tried to evaluate what she was wearing, if it were military or casual, and what, if anything, she brought with her. It could tell him much on what she was hoping to accomplish this day. While he did so, he spoke at ease, a low baritone rumbling out a simple greeting.
"Lieutenant Adler, welcome to the Omega Outpost."