Ep. 2 - East of Eden - (Closed)
Apr 4, 2015 0:48:51 GMT -5
Post by Optimus Prime on Apr 4, 2015 0:48:51 GMT -5
The shift from a lit monitor to a stark near-white image, was almost as jarring as going from the plunging dark to the back-lit monitors, if not more. Optimus' optics spiraled down even further in response to it, eyes narrowing some to assist in the small adjustments needed to focus in on exactly what he was viewing. Once he focused it, it became apparent it was either another portion of the facility, or a completely different one altogether, people relocating quickly through the field of vision in blurring movements. The storage room had a look of a mechanics shop, and a surgical room blended together, not a good combination as far as MECH was concerned.
Optimus' helm raised some when the dark figure moved to blot out a lot of the view, making a striking contrast of a silhouette between body and backdrop. The Prime started instantly weighing how bad of a design his choice had been, wondering if establishing connections was poor judgment, or if this would still yield beneficial outcomes. He had to just cement himself down, and simply run with his decision, suffocating the kneejerk anxious reaction of Orion and shoving it aside to plan a course of action with calm consideration.
One thing of note when the human started speaking was the name they had given this particular facility. It was a name founded on direction, giving a rough ((immensely rough)) concept of where the other lab was located. It was something to take note of, filtered aside for now as the Prime prepared to reply if he was acknowledged or given an opportunity.
While he could see the other facility, he did not know if they could see him yet, and he had no intention of breaking such a ruse if it could be beneficial. Alas, such a plan of trickery would not even be permitted much consideration, or an attempt, as the human had dropped some very pointed information, and then upon realizing who they were speaking to, dropped the call.
Optimus blankly looked at the blackened monitor a moment, his processor trying to chug through the information gifted in tandem with the cascading horrors and realizations that came along with it. His helm raised even further, paired with pulling back and away from the monitors in front of him. He eased more of his weight upon his heel, moving upright while it all sunk in. It was only a couple seconds, but it felt like an eternity as his processor screamed over the fact that he was relatively trapped down here with no effective means to warn the others.
::Evacuate all personnel; this facility is scheduled for detonation in under eight minutes!::
Optimus; voice had always had an odd ability to skirt the lines between emotional highs, reaching just shy of full expression. In this case it was just a thin line away from a yell, the order bold and direct, with no negotiations accepted. Granted... he doubted anyone would try to argue his request as long as they valued their lives. The real issue was if they even could hear it.
::I repeat, Evacuate! This facility is going to detonate!::
The Prime made sure to broadcast the demand across four relays, the one connected to Fowler's men and his own team, the ones that directly linked to Mirage and Fortress, and the one back at the Omega Outpost. In a perfect world, the jumbled mass of static would not be identical across each, and his words could be discerned or figured out.
Not wasting time on caution or keeping the controlled almost regal motions of a Prime, Optimus scrambled and rushed from his kneeling position, and charged at what he assumed were information servers on the outskirts of the room. He ground to a halt just before them, acting with controlled destruction as his fingertips tore into the front panels of the systems and ripped them off deliberately. It really was no chore exposing the more delicate internals.
He was not well versed in human technology and their computer system's physical assembly, but he liked to think he could tell the difference between backup batteries and the components that drove the information, and what was actually the hard drives that held said information. Reaching forward he disemboweled the computer with a fist over the storage drive to try to protect it while ripping it from its housing. The moment the assumed memory bank was in hand, he sunk it down into subspace.
Optimus knew he had limited time, but he had to at least TRY for some of the information. It was right there, and could very well help Air Raid or find other MECH locations. While he didn't have the luxury to get more than one, one was better than none as far as he was concerned. It was just after this he turned away from the server, and kicked down as hard as he could into the ground, his internal engine roaring into action as he started into a powered charge towards the far wall.
The massive truck of a mech barreled forward with determination, each footfall thundering as long arms heaved forward to help throw his weight. He was channeling as much strength into his stride as he reasonably could to gain momentum and speed, his shin tearing right through the chair that had been secured before the central computer as if it wasn't even there, ((He did not wish to hinder his run in order to avoid it at the cost of speed)). It was once he got near enough to the opposite wall that he kicked down to leap up towards the sloping ceiling.
Optimus did not actually know if he'd be able to get a solid grip, the metal on the walls could be securely fastened, or it could be just lightly bolted on. He knew that the steel beams were also questionable handholds when it came to being used in such a way. He was not a light Cybertronian by a long shot, and human engineering wasn't really designed with such stressors in mind. However just like with seizing the information from the computer, he had to try, he had to attempt, and there was no other logical option with an inability to effectively get a message out. It is because of this his fingers ground and scraped against the metal, hoping to tear into it to get a grip, or to try to snatch onto the supporting structures.
Optimus' helm raised some when the dark figure moved to blot out a lot of the view, making a striking contrast of a silhouette between body and backdrop. The Prime started instantly weighing how bad of a design his choice had been, wondering if establishing connections was poor judgment, or if this would still yield beneficial outcomes. He had to just cement himself down, and simply run with his decision, suffocating the kneejerk anxious reaction of Orion and shoving it aside to plan a course of action with calm consideration.
One thing of note when the human started speaking was the name they had given this particular facility. It was a name founded on direction, giving a rough ((immensely rough)) concept of where the other lab was located. It was something to take note of, filtered aside for now as the Prime prepared to reply if he was acknowledged or given an opportunity.
While he could see the other facility, he did not know if they could see him yet, and he had no intention of breaking such a ruse if it could be beneficial. Alas, such a plan of trickery would not even be permitted much consideration, or an attempt, as the human had dropped some very pointed information, and then upon realizing who they were speaking to, dropped the call.
Optimus blankly looked at the blackened monitor a moment, his processor trying to chug through the information gifted in tandem with the cascading horrors and realizations that came along with it. His helm raised even further, paired with pulling back and away from the monitors in front of him. He eased more of his weight upon his heel, moving upright while it all sunk in. It was only a couple seconds, but it felt like an eternity as his processor screamed over the fact that he was relatively trapped down here with no effective means to warn the others.
::Evacuate all personnel; this facility is scheduled for detonation in under eight minutes!::
Optimus; voice had always had an odd ability to skirt the lines between emotional highs, reaching just shy of full expression. In this case it was just a thin line away from a yell, the order bold and direct, with no negotiations accepted. Granted... he doubted anyone would try to argue his request as long as they valued their lives. The real issue was if they even could hear it.
::I repeat, Evacuate! This facility is going to detonate!::
The Prime made sure to broadcast the demand across four relays, the one connected to Fowler's men and his own team, the ones that directly linked to Mirage and Fortress, and the one back at the Omega Outpost. In a perfect world, the jumbled mass of static would not be identical across each, and his words could be discerned or figured out.
Not wasting time on caution or keeping the controlled almost regal motions of a Prime, Optimus scrambled and rushed from his kneeling position, and charged at what he assumed were information servers on the outskirts of the room. He ground to a halt just before them, acting with controlled destruction as his fingertips tore into the front panels of the systems and ripped them off deliberately. It really was no chore exposing the more delicate internals.
He was not well versed in human technology and their computer system's physical assembly, but he liked to think he could tell the difference between backup batteries and the components that drove the information, and what was actually the hard drives that held said information. Reaching forward he disemboweled the computer with a fist over the storage drive to try to protect it while ripping it from its housing. The moment the assumed memory bank was in hand, he sunk it down into subspace.
Optimus knew he had limited time, but he had to at least TRY for some of the information. It was right there, and could very well help Air Raid or find other MECH locations. While he didn't have the luxury to get more than one, one was better than none as far as he was concerned. It was just after this he turned away from the server, and kicked down as hard as he could into the ground, his internal engine roaring into action as he started into a powered charge towards the far wall.
The massive truck of a mech barreled forward with determination, each footfall thundering as long arms heaved forward to help throw his weight. He was channeling as much strength into his stride as he reasonably could to gain momentum and speed, his shin tearing right through the chair that had been secured before the central computer as if it wasn't even there, ((He did not wish to hinder his run in order to avoid it at the cost of speed)). It was once he got near enough to the opposite wall that he kicked down to leap up towards the sloping ceiling.
Optimus did not actually know if he'd be able to get a solid grip, the metal on the walls could be securely fastened, or it could be just lightly bolted on. He knew that the steel beams were also questionable handholds when it came to being used in such a way. He was not a light Cybertronian by a long shot, and human engineering wasn't really designed with such stressors in mind. However just like with seizing the information from the computer, he had to try, he had to attempt, and there was no other logical option with an inability to effectively get a message out. It is because of this his fingers ground and scraped against the metal, hoping to tear into it to get a grip, or to try to snatch onto the supporting structures.