Ep. 2 - Noisy Silence - [Closed]
Feb 7, 2016 18:44:11 GMT -5
Post by Optimus Prime on Feb 7, 2016 18:44:11 GMT -5
Episode 2 | Week 3 | Day 5
The Omega Outpost had been... odd... the last few days.
News of the Truce had received mixed reviews, and it was taking some getting used to by all those involved. Some did not cope with the changes too well, the main culprit being Red Alert who could barely manage with the thought of the truce let alone tolerate it, while others just brushed it off as additional free time where they could enjoy themselves. The work that needed to be done around the base seemed to shift, and new tasks were being appointed to exploit the lull of war.
As far as Optimus was concerned, while they were going to help in tracking down MECH, behind the scenes they had to focus on acquiring a stockpile of Energon and look into expanding and improving their base as a whole. If they could plant their feet down securely and gain a good footing than when the war eventually revved back into active play than they would be better off. It was this shift in tactics that would take a bit of time to establish in full, but that was alright.
Routines had to be clipped into, jobs transitioned to other tasks, it would probably take a week or two to get comfortable with, but until that was reached some things were thrown into the air and considered 'good enough' for the here and the now. This was all acceptable to Optimus, who viewed the more 'organic' approach to be alright, instead of riding everyone about getting on task instantly and following a set routine. That wasn't his style, and it didn't serve other Autobot stations well in the past that are... regrettably no longer with them.
Heavy footfalls thrummed at a steady rhythm down the expanse of hallways that made the base. Trying to mask these steps would always prove to be futile, his immense weight and mass, as well as the double clunk of each stride making a notable beacon to warn others when the Prime was approaching. This was good in the sense that those who may be doing something wrong can shape up, while also being bad because those who may be doing something wrong can shape up...
Ahh well...
Stepping into the rec-room's doorway to see who exactly was on break at the moment and available, blue optics settled onto a lone mech that was watching television. For a moment Optimus just watched, a silent figure in the doorway that observed one of his soldiers that he hasn't really had a chance to interact with very much, at least not one on one.
Bluestreak was one of those individuals that were so mild mannered and kind at heart, that they could fall between the cracks unnoticed in a sea of the more rambunctious troublemakers who make loud names for themselves. Attention drawn away to deal with those that hog the spotlight. It wasn't exactly fair then, and was something to consider.
Looking past the other Cybertronian, Optimus saw that the television was currently set to a commercial, which tended to be something that the vast majority of most typically did not mind if you were to talk over it. It is because of this, he started forward into the room, moving away from the doorway as he spoke.
"Enjoying what entertainment humans can produce?"
He wanted to make sure Bluestreak wasn't invested in his task, before he brought up an alternative, but social attempts even on this level sounded odd from him.
The Omega Outpost had been... odd... the last few days.
News of the Truce had received mixed reviews, and it was taking some getting used to by all those involved. Some did not cope with the changes too well, the main culprit being Red Alert who could barely manage with the thought of the truce let alone tolerate it, while others just brushed it off as additional free time where they could enjoy themselves. The work that needed to be done around the base seemed to shift, and new tasks were being appointed to exploit the lull of war.
As far as Optimus was concerned, while they were going to help in tracking down MECH, behind the scenes they had to focus on acquiring a stockpile of Energon and look into expanding and improving their base as a whole. If they could plant their feet down securely and gain a good footing than when the war eventually revved back into active play than they would be better off. It was this shift in tactics that would take a bit of time to establish in full, but that was alright.
Routines had to be clipped into, jobs transitioned to other tasks, it would probably take a week or two to get comfortable with, but until that was reached some things were thrown into the air and considered 'good enough' for the here and the now. This was all acceptable to Optimus, who viewed the more 'organic' approach to be alright, instead of riding everyone about getting on task instantly and following a set routine. That wasn't his style, and it didn't serve other Autobot stations well in the past that are... regrettably no longer with them.
Heavy footfalls thrummed at a steady rhythm down the expanse of hallways that made the base. Trying to mask these steps would always prove to be futile, his immense weight and mass, as well as the double clunk of each stride making a notable beacon to warn others when the Prime was approaching. This was good in the sense that those who may be doing something wrong can shape up, while also being bad because those who may be doing something wrong can shape up...
Ahh well...
Stepping into the rec-room's doorway to see who exactly was on break at the moment and available, blue optics settled onto a lone mech that was watching television. For a moment Optimus just watched, a silent figure in the doorway that observed one of his soldiers that he hasn't really had a chance to interact with very much, at least not one on one.
Bluestreak was one of those individuals that were so mild mannered and kind at heart, that they could fall between the cracks unnoticed in a sea of the more rambunctious troublemakers who make loud names for themselves. Attention drawn away to deal with those that hog the spotlight. It wasn't exactly fair then, and was something to consider.
Looking past the other Cybertronian, Optimus saw that the television was currently set to a commercial, which tended to be something that the vast majority of most typically did not mind if you were to talk over it. It is because of this, he started forward into the room, moving away from the doorway as he spoke.
"Enjoying what entertainment humans can produce?"
He wanted to make sure Bluestreak wasn't invested in his task, before he brought up an alternative, but social attempts even on this level sounded odd from him.