Ep1 - 'Hot Tin Roof' - Closed - Finis
Apr 5, 2014 17:12:08 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2014 17:12:08 GMT -5
<<For Ravage! Set immediately after 'Catalysis'.>>
The Neutral base in Africa was a liability, its potential benefits only narrowly outweighing the risks. Megatron had ultimately sanctioned the demiliterized zone because of his familiarity with the helo' who'd sought it. Cleaver was as staunchly unaligned a Neutral as he'd ever known, unbiased as to who would have her favour or ire. Furthermore, she operated on a solid barter system -materials, labour or credits- and was always fair. Predictable.
If Optimus had any sense, he would be as watchful over what his mecha were trading on their jaunts to Haven as Megatron was. Supplies, both from the ship's inventory and personal stock, had to be logged. Soundwave was building a comprehensive list of what the Neutrals possessed, supplementing the reports of how their former mine was being modified. The energon vault converted to a medical center. Excavation caverns into living and storage rooms. The small equipment store into a bar, of all things, which was (unsurprisingly) the destination of most traded items. If nothing else, it was good for morale.
The rules of what couldn't be traded out were as strict as they were within Haven, though 90% of what was bartered was of no significant value to the Decepticon army: Earth trinkets, replenishable raw materials and physical labour. Unless Soundwave flagged it, the Decepticon Commander paid it little mind.
So long as duties were carried out, fraternising wasn't taking place, and pertinent intelligence was being forwarded on (and never disclosed within Haven's stone walls), Megatron left the business of his mecha during their downtime alone.
What business a specialist such as Ravage would be conducting at the DMZ did capture Megatron's interest, however.
The cassette was pinged a summons to the Commander's office as soon as the groundbridge had closed behind his articulated tail. Situated adjacent to the bridge, the office was sparse and utilitarian. There was a solidly built chair on either side of the desk console, though Megatron preferred to work standing.
There were nicks and scratches on the top of both, signs of regular use as a perch.
The Neutral base in Africa was a liability, its potential benefits only narrowly outweighing the risks. Megatron had ultimately sanctioned the demiliterized zone because of his familiarity with the helo' who'd sought it. Cleaver was as staunchly unaligned a Neutral as he'd ever known, unbiased as to who would have her favour or ire. Furthermore, she operated on a solid barter system -materials, labour or credits- and was always fair. Predictable.
If Optimus had any sense, he would be as watchful over what his mecha were trading on their jaunts to Haven as Megatron was. Supplies, both from the ship's inventory and personal stock, had to be logged. Soundwave was building a comprehensive list of what the Neutrals possessed, supplementing the reports of how their former mine was being modified. The energon vault converted to a medical center. Excavation caverns into living and storage rooms. The small equipment store into a bar, of all things, which was (unsurprisingly) the destination of most traded items. If nothing else, it was good for morale.
The rules of what couldn't be traded out were as strict as they were within Haven, though 90% of what was bartered was of no significant value to the Decepticon army: Earth trinkets, replenishable raw materials and physical labour. Unless Soundwave flagged it, the Decepticon Commander paid it little mind.
So long as duties were carried out, fraternising wasn't taking place, and pertinent intelligence was being forwarded on (and never disclosed within Haven's stone walls), Megatron left the business of his mecha during their downtime alone.
What business a specialist such as Ravage would be conducting at the DMZ did capture Megatron's interest, however.
The cassette was pinged a summons to the Commander's office as soon as the groundbridge had closed behind his articulated tail. Situated adjacent to the bridge, the office was sparse and utilitarian. There was a solidly built chair on either side of the desk console, though Megatron preferred to work standing.
There were nicks and scratches on the top of both, signs of regular use as a perch.