Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2018 11:53:55 GMT -5
Week 2, Day 1
After Javelin pointed him in the right direction, Prowl had merely bid her a polite farewell before continuing on his way. Unlike many of his fellows, he was one who believed in the necessity of regular medical examinations. They were key in maintaining optimal physical condition. Which could not be stressed enough during wartime. Every soldier had to be in top condition at all times.
Also, though Prowl would never admit it, he wanted to see a familiar face. Ratchet was another member of Autobot command, one who had been there even longer than Prowl. When the tactician was still coming up through the ranks, there had been legends and horror stories alike about the medic. Prowl had learned in his enforcer days the value of a rumor, as there was some truth at the base of even the most outlandish tales cycling through the proverbial refinery. But, he also knew better than to go on rumors alone when making a judgement. Ratchet was as gifted as people said, a truly magnificent credit to his profession. And, yes, he had a temper. But, he was not nearly as terrifying as so many Autobots made him out to be.
Moreover, he was predictable, and that set Prowl at ease.
As the tactician walked the short distance to the medibay, he took the opportunity to observe his surroundings. His processor took in what he saw and applied it to his battle computer, a natural and involuntary process. The walls of the base were crude, carved out of some sort of rock and lined with piping. A far cry from the metallic nature of Cybertron. Another reminder of how far from home they were.
Even as his conscious mind made the observation of difference, his battle computer almost offhandedly analyzed the structure’s integrity. It would not hold well against any heavy weapons the Decepticons may have. Such weaponry had been developed to punch through military-grade shielding and the heavy metal that usually surrounded a Cybertronian base. This rock would not withstand it. Which meant that secrecy was of the utmost importance.
Prowl rounded the corner and came upon the medibay. He did not pause as he entered the room, optics sweeping it briefly.
“Ratchet,” he raised his voice just slightly, announcing his presence, "It's Prowl. I hope I'm not interrupting you."
Rule one of being a soldier, no matter your rank: always be polite to the medics.