[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]From Old to New [Blackframe]
Feb 16, 2019 1:14:54 GMT -5
Post by Soundwave on Feb 16, 2019 1:14:54 GMT -5
Episode 2.5 | Week 2 | Day 3
Pyrotech had done well establishing a fallback location. Basic necessities were set up and wired, essential spaces were hewn out of dirt and rock, and what little resources he could scavenge made a passable environment to recover and start to put together a plan of attack for the future of the Decepticon cause. But... the base was set up to be a fallback for troops or an outlier location for a set squad to work out of... trying to suddenly put the strain of the entire Decepticon fleet here on Earth into such a space was going to cause some problems, and systems were going to be put under newfound pressure. This primary control hub was ordinarily only meant to receive and transfer data and communication with the Nemesis and a select few other locations, but now that the Nemesis' more powerful relays were downed it was being forced to turn into a Control Room of sorts to manage everything...
It was time for an upgrade.
Hiding the dish above ground would be tricky. On the Nemesis, they were broad paneled behemoths of technology that could zero in on distant planets and worlds, able to pinpoint anything they wanted to open a Space Bridge to, but here they were not able to do such a thing. Such an immense piece of shiny metal above ground would be too obvious, not hidden, and would betray their location. While hacking simply into human devices and trying to utilize their systems and satellite fields was an acceptable pass, over time the humans would become aware as the trajectory changed or the dishes angled in ways they were not told... It was better to not raise alarm for the natives, and the Decepticons had their own satellites to launch and make use of.
Once connection was made once again.
Given enough time, they could potentially build something on the far side of the moon, but until then it was time to get creative in the new home front, as what they currently have was the equivalent of a speak and spell when it came to what Soundwave was accustomed to working on... Because of this, all transmissions were temporarily shut down after ample warning to the mines across the world, as the Communications Officer looked into re-routing new wires and data lines through the rock channels.
A loud buzzing roar, the sound of grating rock and rubble being torn into... Soundwave was knelt down beside the main control hub terminal where a mass of cables had been wired through the rock towards the world above them. However, each cable was meticulously removed from the thin channel, sat aside, and unplugged from their corresponding points to leave a small channel in the stone fully exposed. It was this channel that was being routed and expanded, Soundwave's data cable spooling out from his chest to feed up into the pathway as the sharp prongs on its end roared and spun violently like a drill. An occasional pause, a writhe of the cable to pull loose rock out and clear the path... followed by another roar of the drill re-activating... for now he was trapped in the rather monotonous task that was brutal on the prongs, but in the end it would create a large enough raceway to channel their new data lines through without being too over crowded for repairs or edits in the future.
Pyrotech had done well establishing a fallback location. Basic necessities were set up and wired, essential spaces were hewn out of dirt and rock, and what little resources he could scavenge made a passable environment to recover and start to put together a plan of attack for the future of the Decepticon cause. But... the base was set up to be a fallback for troops or an outlier location for a set squad to work out of... trying to suddenly put the strain of the entire Decepticon fleet here on Earth into such a space was going to cause some problems, and systems were going to be put under newfound pressure. This primary control hub was ordinarily only meant to receive and transfer data and communication with the Nemesis and a select few other locations, but now that the Nemesis' more powerful relays were downed it was being forced to turn into a Control Room of sorts to manage everything...
It was time for an upgrade.
Hiding the dish above ground would be tricky. On the Nemesis, they were broad paneled behemoths of technology that could zero in on distant planets and worlds, able to pinpoint anything they wanted to open a Space Bridge to, but here they were not able to do such a thing. Such an immense piece of shiny metal above ground would be too obvious, not hidden, and would betray their location. While hacking simply into human devices and trying to utilize their systems and satellite fields was an acceptable pass, over time the humans would become aware as the trajectory changed or the dishes angled in ways they were not told... It was better to not raise alarm for the natives, and the Decepticons had their own satellites to launch and make use of.
Once connection was made once again.
Given enough time, they could potentially build something on the far side of the moon, but until then it was time to get creative in the new home front, as what they currently have was the equivalent of a speak and spell when it came to what Soundwave was accustomed to working on... Because of this, all transmissions were temporarily shut down after ample warning to the mines across the world, as the Communications Officer looked into re-routing new wires and data lines through the rock channels.
A loud buzzing roar, the sound of grating rock and rubble being torn into... Soundwave was knelt down beside the main control hub terminal where a mass of cables had been wired through the rock towards the world above them. However, each cable was meticulously removed from the thin channel, sat aside, and unplugged from their corresponding points to leave a small channel in the stone fully exposed. It was this channel that was being routed and expanded, Soundwave's data cable spooling out from his chest to feed up into the pathway as the sharp prongs on its end roared and spun violently like a drill. An occasional pause, a writhe of the cable to pull loose rock out and clear the path... followed by another roar of the drill re-activating... for now he was trapped in the rather monotonous task that was brutal on the prongs, but in the end it would create a large enough raceway to channel their new data lines through without being too over crowded for repairs or edits in the future.
Then he would worry about the antennae system and how to conceal it topside.
One task at a time.