[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Backstage [Megatron]
Dec 21, 2021 21:18:35 GMT -5
Post by Soundwave on Dec 21, 2021 21:18:35 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 4 | Day 7
Oh, the stories to share...
The chatter. The good news. The bad news.
The downright ludicrous nonsense that was swarming around the ranks.
In their Lord's absence, there wasn't a surplus of new information to be handed over. Data files on new individuals that had arrived on this world to serve them, as well as files on recent Autobot sightings and an estimation of what their current roster entailed. There were updates on how Starscream and Pyrotech continued to stabilize Blackridge and fortify it as a hub, as well as a brief mention of current events so that their Second in Command could fill the gaps, allowing him to personally provide plans and updates regarding their infiltrator's actions should Megatron need details.
Behind more important notes were documents and reports from the mines that listed out current supplies and outputs. In addition, there was a request of presence, pointing out larger issues that had been found along the way, ones that could use the guidance of Megatron himself to remedy, given his past profession. These were things that were set aside while easier lines were harvested so that their Warlord needn’t trouble himself in lieu of more vital elements.
Planted at the top of the entire spread was a section laying out the status on the Nemesis Recovery Project. Steady progress had been made, with current tests looking hopeful. Further trials had been planned and noted, pending some fine tuning that needed to be done. There had been a lot accomplished in a very short time, yet when it came to such a valuable asset, even the fastest of speeds were simply too slow. They were doing what could be done however... and it WOULD get done, so long as Soundwave took part in its execution.
All of this was a read that could easily be accomplished in one sitting. To the point, brief, and frankly... not that much. It didn't compare to the reports after he returned from his three year hiatus to look for means to raise an army. An army that ended up being of far more dangerous design. Regardless, this information was sent over the moment Megatron had returned, letting the Warlord review it at his own leisure.
Soft clicks... familiar punctuations of a stride...
Walking down the stone halls of Blackridge was a figure that seldom roamed outside of the primary hub. A monitoring shadow, one who guarded the life support of the base that kept all mines and stations connected in a web. Calculated passes through the halls were made to remind others that he existed, aiding to keep those in line who may have grown complacent and forgotten that this was a military outpost. This outing however did not fall into such an occasion, Soundwave turning to start the gradual descent to the lower regions.
He moved at a languid pace, dampened peds clicking softly on the stone floor with every eased step. Soundwave was in no profound rush to get where he was going, his steady gait continuing until turning down the short hallway that wove to the Warlord’s makeshift quarters. It was only once crossing this threshold that his helm would raise, stride transitioning into a more purposeful movement as if he had to meet a deadline. There was no obligation of the sort, but nestled under the façade to act as a borderline all-seeing shadow in the Decepticons as a whole, there was a sort of amusement and a touch of eagerness to relay some things of note that branched from the aforementioned military level updates.
This eagerness... perhaps it edged past mere amusement.
One of the few times Soundwave could be seen as 'gossiping'.
Stopping before the large doorway, the navy mech settled into place, his helm crooking down slightly as he sent a simple ping to Megatron.
The chatter. The good news. The bad news.
The downright ludicrous nonsense that was swarming around the ranks.
In their Lord's absence, there wasn't a surplus of new information to be handed over. Data files on new individuals that had arrived on this world to serve them, as well as files on recent Autobot sightings and an estimation of what their current roster entailed. There were updates on how Starscream and Pyrotech continued to stabilize Blackridge and fortify it as a hub, as well as a brief mention of current events so that their Second in Command could fill the gaps, allowing him to personally provide plans and updates regarding their infiltrator's actions should Megatron need details.
Behind more important notes were documents and reports from the mines that listed out current supplies and outputs. In addition, there was a request of presence, pointing out larger issues that had been found along the way, ones that could use the guidance of Megatron himself to remedy, given his past profession. These were things that were set aside while easier lines were harvested so that their Warlord needn’t trouble himself in lieu of more vital elements.
Planted at the top of the entire spread was a section laying out the status on the Nemesis Recovery Project. Steady progress had been made, with current tests looking hopeful. Further trials had been planned and noted, pending some fine tuning that needed to be done. There had been a lot accomplished in a very short time, yet when it came to such a valuable asset, even the fastest of speeds were simply too slow. They were doing what could be done however... and it WOULD get done, so long as Soundwave took part in its execution.
All of this was a read that could easily be accomplished in one sitting. To the point, brief, and frankly... not that much. It didn't compare to the reports after he returned from his three year hiatus to look for means to raise an army. An army that ended up being of far more dangerous design. Regardless, this information was sent over the moment Megatron had returned, letting the Warlord review it at his own leisure.
Soft clicks... familiar punctuations of a stride...
Walking down the stone halls of Blackridge was a figure that seldom roamed outside of the primary hub. A monitoring shadow, one who guarded the life support of the base that kept all mines and stations connected in a web. Calculated passes through the halls were made to remind others that he existed, aiding to keep those in line who may have grown complacent and forgotten that this was a military outpost. This outing however did not fall into such an occasion, Soundwave turning to start the gradual descent to the lower regions.
He moved at a languid pace, dampened peds clicking softly on the stone floor with every eased step. Soundwave was in no profound rush to get where he was going, his steady gait continuing until turning down the short hallway that wove to the Warlord’s makeshift quarters. It was only once crossing this threshold that his helm would raise, stride transitioning into a more purposeful movement as if he had to meet a deadline. There was no obligation of the sort, but nestled under the façade to act as a borderline all-seeing shadow in the Decepticons as a whole, there was a sort of amusement and a touch of eagerness to relay some things of note that branched from the aforementioned military level updates.
This eagerness... perhaps it edged past mere amusement.
One of the few times Soundwave could be seen as 'gossiping'.
Stopping before the large doorway, the navy mech settled into place, his helm crooking down slightly as he sent a simple ping to Megatron.