[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Lost in Translation [Bluestreak Skystone]
Apr 5, 2019 19:07:24 GMT -5
Post by Zercon on Apr 5, 2019 19:07:24 GMT -5
Episode 2.5 | Week 4 | Day 7
Map
"You are tasked to report to Crux, she will have accurate records of Haven's storerooms."
"Make sure nothing has gone missing, and if so, I need a list of what."
"If she requires help, you may do so."
Simple directives, a simple task.
Optimus had a feeling something was amiss, namely with the fact Megatron had been out of the picture a suspiciously long time. He did not believe the Decepticons would thieve from Haven... not out of some will to honor the station, but more due to convenience and the fact the facility didn't have a ton of things worth stealing to begin with. To do so would threaten the conditions of the Truce, bring the Autobots into play, and it could also kindle the ire of Neutrals themselves. While individuals generally could not threaten large Factions, there had been cases of a spited Cybertronian causing unimaginable problems when properly motivated.
It was a cursory check, perhaps a paranoid one, but something that would need to be looked into for peace of mind. The worst case scenario would be the idea that some time was wasted, a not too substantial loss. Make sure the Storerooms are in acceptable order. Make sure Starscream wasn't skimming off the surface beneath the veil of the Truce...
The path to the Storage Facility of Haven was not a particularly long one, in fact Optimus Prime going so far as to pass it on his own journey to the Conference Room. He motioned to the door as he did so, setting his two Autobots free to further explore and seek answers. From their current positions, the distant form of Starscream could be seen just in front of the Conference Room waiting, but it was far outside of reach to eavesdrop in on what was being spoken about.
The door to Storage was husky and well built, two panels that closed in from the sides to lock with internal mechanisms, all built into the rock so that access to its gears and workings were impossible from an exterior perspective. Smooth finished, no finger holes or gaps... there were a couple dents here or there, chipping at the metal surface, while scrawled white lettering spelt out the fact it most undoubtedly was Storage. To the side there appeared to be a pad installed sloppily with an open and close function. Above this switch was an 'open' light, indicating that should any wayward travelers wish to access the area, they would be able to do so.
Beyond this threshold was a sort of management room for the facility, a hub that split into three other areas, each behind a closed door. Straight ahead there would be Storage Bay 01, while to the south of it was a second door labeled Storage Bay 02. The two doorways were large and heavy, absolutely immense arches of metal and plated doors that could peel away and expose the storage area beyond. Large enough to let mining carts and other transport tools to and fro from the bays with ease, while offering security to deter any wayward thieves and pests. Both were keyed as open, indicated by a blue light that shone on the right hand corner of the doorway.
Directly to the right of the entrance door, was a third and final hatch. This one was smaller, less industrial, unable to accommodate larger equipment or tools, which was fitting, given it was labeled 'Office'.
Around this initial hub room were a few shelving units filled with organizational bays and troughs. Boxes that needed to be sorted and stored, others that were awaiting pickup by the individual who requested it with their names etched onto notes. There was a large rough and tumble bin that was dusted in tiny luminous blue shards, but otherwise appeared empty. As dirty as the place seemed as a whole, it was functional, some smears and streaks drug out in long swatches that were blotted out by attempts to clean that left specks of mud and blue tinged crust towards the outer corners, revealing scratches, rubber marks, and wheel treads that were imprinted over years of travel and wear, accented with more recent scuffs.
Map
"You are tasked to report to Crux, she will have accurate records of Haven's storerooms."
"Make sure nothing has gone missing, and if so, I need a list of what."
"If she requires help, you may do so."
Simple directives, a simple task.
Optimus had a feeling something was amiss, namely with the fact Megatron had been out of the picture a suspiciously long time. He did not believe the Decepticons would thieve from Haven... not out of some will to honor the station, but more due to convenience and the fact the facility didn't have a ton of things worth stealing to begin with. To do so would threaten the conditions of the Truce, bring the Autobots into play, and it could also kindle the ire of Neutrals themselves. While individuals generally could not threaten large Factions, there had been cases of a spited Cybertronian causing unimaginable problems when properly motivated.
It was a cursory check, perhaps a paranoid one, but something that would need to be looked into for peace of mind. The worst case scenario would be the idea that some time was wasted, a not too substantial loss. Make sure the Storerooms are in acceptable order. Make sure Starscream wasn't skimming off the surface beneath the veil of the Truce...
The path to the Storage Facility of Haven was not a particularly long one, in fact Optimus Prime going so far as to pass it on his own journey to the Conference Room. He motioned to the door as he did so, setting his two Autobots free to further explore and seek answers. From their current positions, the distant form of Starscream could be seen just in front of the Conference Room waiting, but it was far outside of reach to eavesdrop in on what was being spoken about.
The door to Storage was husky and well built, two panels that closed in from the sides to lock with internal mechanisms, all built into the rock so that access to its gears and workings were impossible from an exterior perspective. Smooth finished, no finger holes or gaps... there were a couple dents here or there, chipping at the metal surface, while scrawled white lettering spelt out the fact it most undoubtedly was Storage. To the side there appeared to be a pad installed sloppily with an open and close function. Above this switch was an 'open' light, indicating that should any wayward travelers wish to access the area, they would be able to do so.
Beyond this threshold was a sort of management room for the facility, a hub that split into three other areas, each behind a closed door. Straight ahead there would be Storage Bay 01, while to the south of it was a second door labeled Storage Bay 02. The two doorways were large and heavy, absolutely immense arches of metal and plated doors that could peel away and expose the storage area beyond. Large enough to let mining carts and other transport tools to and fro from the bays with ease, while offering security to deter any wayward thieves and pests. Both were keyed as open, indicated by a blue light that shone on the right hand corner of the doorway.
Directly to the right of the entrance door, was a third and final hatch. This one was smaller, less industrial, unable to accommodate larger equipment or tools, which was fitting, given it was labeled 'Office'.
Around this initial hub room were a few shelving units filled with organizational bays and troughs. Boxes that needed to be sorted and stored, others that were awaiting pickup by the individual who requested it with their names etched onto notes. There was a large rough and tumble bin that was dusted in tiny luminous blue shards, but otherwise appeared empty. As dirty as the place seemed as a whole, it was functional, some smears and streaks drug out in long swatches that were blotted out by attempts to clean that left specks of mud and blue tinged crust towards the outer corners, revealing scratches, rubber marks, and wheel treads that were imprinted over years of travel and wear, accented with more recent scuffs.