[ti]Ep 2[/ti]Second opinion, please? (closed)
Jan 20, 2017 22:10:35 GMT -5
Post by Optimus Prime on Jan 20, 2017 22:10:35 GMT -5
Humans had a lot to offer, and a lot they brought to the table. Even if they had not constructed great portions of the outpost, it didn't mean that their technology and supplies didn't help make it a thing to begin with. But beyond that alone, the culture was broad and varied, and while they all tended to share a similar biological frame type, they still varied visually a good amount. They were split into many subgroups, many mini-factions if you would, and different tiers of wealth and power remained a constant echo from any civilization. The amount of things they all had to learn regarding this species was vast, much of it learned through reading, television, or trial and error.
Speaking to one of the more experienced members of the group who had more free time than him would be wise, and could show Hazmat more than Optimus himself could convey, mostly because... Optimus only knew such a small fraction. He saw the children, but didn’t actively interact with them past a couple occasions. He dealt with military, and seldom had time to read anything, though when he did its contents were more history oriented, and not always nestled within current times. The others could offer so much more to the newcomer.
Optimus could see that Hazmat had thought up an idea, even before the words were spoken, seemingly the type to wear his emotions openly. What came next however was a question and comment he got rather often from those who were new, though the motives always varied behind it.
Some used it as a grab for power.
Back when the war was in full swing, you had to claw up the chain of command with tooth and nail to try to earn a place for yourself to even be seen by the Prime. Now, with the team so thin and sparse, taking a grab for rank and control was easier. Prove yourself, find means to back up words, and try to get a 'respected' position by appealing to high command. Others genuinely cared and wanted to assist. Wanted to help carry their own weight and earn their share of the rations. They reach out for jobs not out of a will to garner favor, but just because it is the right thing to do. Optimus was willing to bet this situation was the later, but even then he couldn't readily hand out jobs to individuals that were so very new unless their prior experiences lined up seamlessly with a direct need. They didn't have a quarantine area that needed immediate purging, so the immediate work effort beyond simple errands were limited.
"You are new, still learning of this world, and what it holds for our kind. Tasks will come, jobs assigned, but for now, focus on settling."
A simple request, one he knew could be difficult for more busy bodied individuals. He already could see a few things Hazmat could help with down the line, the large Cybertronian slotted loosely for future ambitions and goals, but he had to learn more about him first, and see how things pan out.
"If you must assist, look for things around the outpost that need repairs, or others that struggle with their tasks. Getting to know the team is a good goal."
Warmth was back in his voice then, trying to encourage individuals to interact and get along. The only reason this tiny sliver of Autobots have survived as well as they were, was because so many of them were frankly... friends... and not just 'coworkers' working to a similar goal.
Speaking to one of the more experienced members of the group who had more free time than him would be wise, and could show Hazmat more than Optimus himself could convey, mostly because... Optimus only knew such a small fraction. He saw the children, but didn’t actively interact with them past a couple occasions. He dealt with military, and seldom had time to read anything, though when he did its contents were more history oriented, and not always nestled within current times. The others could offer so much more to the newcomer.
Optimus could see that Hazmat had thought up an idea, even before the words were spoken, seemingly the type to wear his emotions openly. What came next however was a question and comment he got rather often from those who were new, though the motives always varied behind it.
Some used it as a grab for power.
Back when the war was in full swing, you had to claw up the chain of command with tooth and nail to try to earn a place for yourself to even be seen by the Prime. Now, with the team so thin and sparse, taking a grab for rank and control was easier. Prove yourself, find means to back up words, and try to get a 'respected' position by appealing to high command. Others genuinely cared and wanted to assist. Wanted to help carry their own weight and earn their share of the rations. They reach out for jobs not out of a will to garner favor, but just because it is the right thing to do. Optimus was willing to bet this situation was the later, but even then he couldn't readily hand out jobs to individuals that were so very new unless their prior experiences lined up seamlessly with a direct need. They didn't have a quarantine area that needed immediate purging, so the immediate work effort beyond simple errands were limited.
"You are new, still learning of this world, and what it holds for our kind. Tasks will come, jobs assigned, but for now, focus on settling."
A simple request, one he knew could be difficult for more busy bodied individuals. He already could see a few things Hazmat could help with down the line, the large Cybertronian slotted loosely for future ambitions and goals, but he had to learn more about him first, and see how things pan out.
"If you must assist, look for things around the outpost that need repairs, or others that struggle with their tasks. Getting to know the team is a good goal."
Warmth was back in his voice then, trying to encourage individuals to interact and get along. The only reason this tiny sliver of Autobots have survived as well as they were, was because so many of them were frankly... friends... and not just 'coworkers' working to a similar goal.