Ep0.5 – “That Guy Was a Jerk” – Closed
May 23, 2012 11:38:54 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 23, 2012 11:38:54 GMT -5
Piston Gasket had been on the mend for about a week now. The peculiar situation behind his arrival – his being in stasis and simultaneously in human use for an untold number of decades – had Rachet somewhat concerned and it had been his suggestion that Gasket be monitored carefully. The mech predated the war, his build and design literally something that Prime’s generation had seen in museums. He was all ‘clockwork and pulleys’ as Ratchet had put it. Not literally… exactly. It was Cybertronian techno-biology, but that of a generation and sub-class so estranged from their current evolutionary standard that the medic was, apparently, floored by the mech’s existence.
“Most mechs like him should have upgraded or gone offline. I have no idea how he just… didn’t.”
Optimus kept this in mind as he left the control room and descended into the lower levels of the silo, to one of the larger atriums where Gasket would be making his quarters. The mech had been slowly and carefully recharges and repairing from his catatonic state in stasis. Much of his self-repair had fallen off without energon to keep it going. Mechs had survived eons in stasis though, so it wasn’t so surprising. It just meant that Gasket needed time to get back up to regular strength. Coming to the entry way of Gasket’s quarters, Optimus rapped on the roll down garage door alloy that served as entry way. Everything about this base was obviously human adapted for robots. He was so accustomed to it, that it took a conscious “this is a garage, not a room” thought for him to recall that on Cybertron they had had doors their size.
“Gasket.” He spoke clearly through the door. “Ddo you have a moment?”
“Most mechs like him should have upgraded or gone offline. I have no idea how he just… didn’t.”
Optimus kept this in mind as he left the control room and descended into the lower levels of the silo, to one of the larger atriums where Gasket would be making his quarters. The mech had been slowly and carefully recharges and repairing from his catatonic state in stasis. Much of his self-repair had fallen off without energon to keep it going. Mechs had survived eons in stasis though, so it wasn’t so surprising. It just meant that Gasket needed time to get back up to regular strength. Coming to the entry way of Gasket’s quarters, Optimus rapped on the roll down garage door alloy that served as entry way. Everything about this base was obviously human adapted for robots. He was so accustomed to it, that it took a conscious “this is a garage, not a room” thought for him to recall that on Cybertron they had had doors their size.
“Gasket.” He spoke clearly through the door. “Ddo you have a moment?”