Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2018 21:47:40 GMT -5
Week 2, Day 4
Prowl had been crunching numbers since his arrival in his assigned habsuite.
That was his job. It was comforting to return to the familiar. Running scenarios concerning his imminent demise had…not been so pleasant. And, while their situation was not either…it was better than that. He’d seen worse, he told himself. Polyhex, the Crystal City, Nova Cronum, Tagan Heights, Iacon…
Praxus.
Yes, it had been worse before. But, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t die. They’d lost many soldiers in each of those events- he couldn’t even call Praxus a battle- and the odds were, they would lose more in this one. It was, of course, his duty to ensure that no one else was lost. To find the best solution against those odds. But, they were stacked high.
A truce.
A human threat.
Energon running low.
Other resources limited.
Personnel few.
All to be handled with the same handicap as always: Optimus’ undying compassion.
Prowl respected Optimus, above all other mechs. He was the reason there was still an Autobot cause to fight for. He had just resigned himself to the fact that his commander would never be as ruthless as was truly needed. Sometimes, it angered him, to the point that tables had gone flying. Most of the time, though, he kept his cool, resigned himself, and continued trudging along.
This time, though, things would be different. They had a golden opportunity to crush Megatron. He didn’t intend to lose it.
His HUD flashed, a warning that he was reaching a dangerously low point on energon flashing there. He regarded it for a long moment before moving. It was very much like him to put off the need to consume energon for so long. He was very familiar with Ratchet’s disapproving look by this time, but, work continued to come first. He had things to do. Energon could come later.
Until it couldn’t.
With a vent, he rose from the makeshift desk he’d set up in a corner of his small quarters. Already datapads from within his subspace had been stacked on it, neatly arranged by content, and then by importance. A filing system inside his head. One such datapad remained in his servo as he exited the room, pausing for a brief moment to recall the way to the rec room.
He continued working, even as he walked. Scanning information he’d already read once, internalizing it fully. He would take his ration for the day and then return to his room. If someone needed him, they would contact him.