A gift
Apr 1, 2019 3:34:54 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2019 3:34:54 GMT -5
Ep 2.5
Wk 4
D 2
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The cackle of a TIG welder, how beautiful the sound.
The cackling stopped. Odessa rose from seated position on the floor of his shop. A half smile worn across his face. It wasn’t much, but it was his to offer. A gift for th bots. He couldn't offer much, but he could offer a bit. This little thing would perhaps be the greatest to offer. Odessa had watched many of the bots in his short time here and in there he saw them with great fortitude, like their own machines, with a little bit of fuel they could just go and go, but the Bots were living things. Things with minds, desires, dreams and efforts. Creatures of steel as he was a creature of carbon. Still, they all had one thing in common. A mind. Something that can break.
Plasticity, was the human term to describe the malleability of the human Psyche. Its ability for growth and change. It capacity for malice and damage. They Cybertronians were damn near identical to human psychology. All with needs and wants, perhaps just a bit fewer of them.
Still they were capable of process a complete emotional spectrum. Anger and stress included. Optimus was the namesay of this thought. Dadimus had been wracked, wrecked, rekt, and Shreked. They had phenomenal lifespans, therefore phenomenal chances to learn and change. Odessa lifted his welding mask to admire his latest creation… a wall. Not just any wall! His wall! A part of a large construction. One that saw large tanks aside this wall lining every so often so that three could be seen from this side. He ran to them. Turning some kind’ve knobs and pressing a single button. A flame ignited beneath these tanks, heating whatever was inside.
He was rather proud of himself for his coming contribution. Now only to “test” it.
Luckily Odessa had gotten a special lil’ device to start working. Earlier in the month. Odessa had found a communication console in the back of his workshop. This wasn’t just his workshop, but a rear entrance for supplies. A secondary roll up gate alongside the initial entrance roll-up to the rest of the base. Along the side near the door was a console built into the wall to contact the base’s command for incoming supplies. Odi fixed it up so he could contact the rest fo the base remotely. In this case… contacting Ratchet. Optimus may not come on his own if asked.
“Ratchy… Lord Ratchington… Sir Ratchersworth… Mr. Ratchet Esquire the 3rd. I require assistance…” Odessa spoke into the machine while channeling the Med-bay. “I need you to send Optimus to me. Force ‘im on medical leave if you need to. I need you to trust me on this.”
Wk 4
D 2
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The cackle of a TIG welder, how beautiful the sound.
The cackling stopped. Odessa rose from seated position on the floor of his shop. A half smile worn across his face. It wasn’t much, but it was his to offer. A gift for th bots. He couldn't offer much, but he could offer a bit. This little thing would perhaps be the greatest to offer. Odessa had watched many of the bots in his short time here and in there he saw them with great fortitude, like their own machines, with a little bit of fuel they could just go and go, but the Bots were living things. Things with minds, desires, dreams and efforts. Creatures of steel as he was a creature of carbon. Still, they all had one thing in common. A mind. Something that can break.
Plasticity, was the human term to describe the malleability of the human Psyche. Its ability for growth and change. It capacity for malice and damage. They Cybertronians were damn near identical to human psychology. All with needs and wants, perhaps just a bit fewer of them.
Still they were capable of process a complete emotional spectrum. Anger and stress included. Optimus was the namesay of this thought. Dadimus had been wracked, wrecked, rekt, and Shreked. They had phenomenal lifespans, therefore phenomenal chances to learn and change. Odessa lifted his welding mask to admire his latest creation… a wall. Not just any wall! His wall! A part of a large construction. One that saw large tanks aside this wall lining every so often so that three could be seen from this side. He ran to them. Turning some kind’ve knobs and pressing a single button. A flame ignited beneath these tanks, heating whatever was inside.
He was rather proud of himself for his coming contribution. Now only to “test” it.
Luckily Odessa had gotten a special lil’ device to start working. Earlier in the month. Odessa had found a communication console in the back of his workshop. This wasn’t just his workshop, but a rear entrance for supplies. A secondary roll up gate alongside the initial entrance roll-up to the rest of the base. Along the side near the door was a console built into the wall to contact the base’s command for incoming supplies. Odi fixed it up so he could contact the rest fo the base remotely. In this case… contacting Ratchet. Optimus may not come on his own if asked.
“Ratchy… Lord Ratchington… Sir Ratchersworth… Mr. Ratchet Esquire the 3rd. I require assistance…” Odessa spoke into the machine while channeling the Med-bay. “I need you to send Optimus to me. Force ‘im on medical leave if you need to. I need you to trust me on this.”