Ep. 2 - Perchance to Dream (Closed, Roulette, Flatline)
Jul 12, 2015 16:29:50 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 16:29:50 GMT -5
Week 2 - Day 4. A couple of days after 'Tremors'.
If there was one scientific hurdle Shockwave had not yet conquered, it would be his inability to physically be in two places at the same time. It was an ability that he sorely needed at the moment.
The scientist had been overseeing the ongoing mining operation planet-side almost since its inception, and while he could be almost completely assured that it was progressing, and producing, as expected or beyond, 'almost' was not good enough, not when so many unquantifiable variables could go wrong very swiftly instead. On the other hand (so to speak), there was only so much that automated processes and research could achieve on board the 'Nemesis'; eventually he would have to set his attention to what to do with the data provided by his lab there. And there was only so much he could delay or delegate. No Vehicon, proxy or officer on board the 'Nemesis' simply had the knowledge and expertise to take over the most delicate of Shockwave's experiments. The one in particular that had drawn him back to the warship, Shockwave would trust to no one else.
Before the scientist, floating over his main projection table, was the most complex blueprint that his scanners could provide of the weapon that had been used to attack Lord Megatron. Information streamed by, in the scientist's odd short-hand. He'd run every test the equipment could manage while he worked on more equipment to run yet more tests.
Those tests had run their course. The data would not analyze itself, and thus Shockwave found himself doing exactly that. It was not the same as fieldwork, but it was nonetheless fascinating and, in the end, it was a return to old roots. Had Shockwave been sentimental he'd have found it more than merely refreshing to be doing weapon research once again.
... However, joy of science alone could only power the scientific savant for so long, despite his own certainty that he surely could survive on research alone. And so Shockwave stood, motionless and alone in his lab, watching the data scroll by without providing any input whatsoever.
If there was one scientific hurdle Shockwave had not yet conquered, it would be his inability to physically be in two places at the same time. It was an ability that he sorely needed at the moment.
The scientist had been overseeing the ongoing mining operation planet-side almost since its inception, and while he could be almost completely assured that it was progressing, and producing, as expected or beyond, 'almost' was not good enough, not when so many unquantifiable variables could go wrong very swiftly instead. On the other hand (so to speak), there was only so much that automated processes and research could achieve on board the 'Nemesis'; eventually he would have to set his attention to what to do with the data provided by his lab there. And there was only so much he could delay or delegate. No Vehicon, proxy or officer on board the 'Nemesis' simply had the knowledge and expertise to take over the most delicate of Shockwave's experiments. The one in particular that had drawn him back to the warship, Shockwave would trust to no one else.
Before the scientist, floating over his main projection table, was the most complex blueprint that his scanners could provide of the weapon that had been used to attack Lord Megatron. Information streamed by, in the scientist's odd short-hand. He'd run every test the equipment could manage while he worked on more equipment to run yet more tests.
Those tests had run their course. The data would not analyze itself, and thus Shockwave found himself doing exactly that. It was not the same as fieldwork, but it was nonetheless fascinating and, in the end, it was a return to old roots. Had Shockwave been sentimental he'd have found it more than merely refreshing to be doing weapon research once again.
... However, joy of science alone could only power the scientific savant for so long, despite his own certainty that he surely could survive on research alone. And so Shockwave stood, motionless and alone in his lab, watching the data scroll by without providing any input whatsoever.