Ep. 2 - Unpleasant Surprise - [Closed]
Jul 21, 2015 0:34:06 GMT -5
Post by Optimus Prime on Jul 21, 2015 0:34:06 GMT -5
Episode 2 | Week 1 | Day 6
Preparations for a new storage area were well under way, which was something that was needed rather badly at this point.
When the Autobots first arrived at Earth, their base was meager, it was small. It really only consisted of a main Control Room, some personal rooms for occupants, and then the hanger that served as cover for the remains of the Ark. It was all that was needed with their tiny crew, and with how understaffed they were even if they had wanted more? They did not have means to accomplish it with what little free time was available.
Things were different now.
Now they had the personnel needed, and had already expanded the base. An ACTUAL Medical Bay, more rooms for individuals including a Rec-Room, and even an underground refinery to try to speed up processing Energon they got hold of. It was only natural progression that they would need to accommodate more supplies that would be stored away, especially with all of the things dismantling newcomer shuttles rendered.
The main hanger was cramped. Boxes and crates stacked up high, containers full of random supplies that never had time to be properly sorted through, all sharing the same space as the charred husks of ships and the Ark. It left it all... rather cramped. Not much room to maneuver too well, which made any deconstruction efforts more difficult than they needed to be.
The room all of this was going to be going into, was already expanded and torn out of the earth, and it would only be a matter of time until the shelving systems were ready for everything to be organized on. This just meant that it was time to start staging the supplies to prepare them to be opened and sorted. Being that many were larger containers that would be difficult for smaller Cybertronian to handle on their own, Optimus took it upon himself to take them up front.
The job was simple for one of his stature and strength. He need only pull the crates down and walk them over near the entrance of the hanger, where he would open and try to deduce what the primary contents were. If the crate was mostly things that can be used in medical? Than it would go in pile A. Mostly weaponry related? Than pile B. So on so forth.
Optimus walked up to the most recent crate that was tucked into the back of the hanger, glancing over how many more were left for him to transport. After a moment of consideration, he reached down and grasped the box on either side, lifting it up with minimal effort. His right arm was tucked across its lid, fingers curled over the far edge, while his left hand supported the bottom corner firmly. It was with this grip he started the gradual trek back towards the front of the hanger once more.
Preparations for a new storage area were well under way, which was something that was needed rather badly at this point.
When the Autobots first arrived at Earth, their base was meager, it was small. It really only consisted of a main Control Room, some personal rooms for occupants, and then the hanger that served as cover for the remains of the Ark. It was all that was needed with their tiny crew, and with how understaffed they were even if they had wanted more? They did not have means to accomplish it with what little free time was available.
Things were different now.
Now they had the personnel needed, and had already expanded the base. An ACTUAL Medical Bay, more rooms for individuals including a Rec-Room, and even an underground refinery to try to speed up processing Energon they got hold of. It was only natural progression that they would need to accommodate more supplies that would be stored away, especially with all of the things dismantling newcomer shuttles rendered.
The main hanger was cramped. Boxes and crates stacked up high, containers full of random supplies that never had time to be properly sorted through, all sharing the same space as the charred husks of ships and the Ark. It left it all... rather cramped. Not much room to maneuver too well, which made any deconstruction efforts more difficult than they needed to be.
The room all of this was going to be going into, was already expanded and torn out of the earth, and it would only be a matter of time until the shelving systems were ready for everything to be organized on. This just meant that it was time to start staging the supplies to prepare them to be opened and sorted. Being that many were larger containers that would be difficult for smaller Cybertronian to handle on their own, Optimus took it upon himself to take them up front.
The job was simple for one of his stature and strength. He need only pull the crates down and walk them over near the entrance of the hanger, where he would open and try to deduce what the primary contents were. If the crate was mostly things that can be used in medical? Than it would go in pile A. Mostly weaponry related? Than pile B. So on so forth.
Optimus walked up to the most recent crate that was tucked into the back of the hanger, glancing over how many more were left for him to transport. After a moment of consideration, he reached down and grasped the box on either side, lifting it up with minimal effort. His right arm was tucked across its lid, fingers curled over the far edge, while his left hand supported the bottom corner firmly. It was with this grip he started the gradual trek back towards the front of the hanger once more.