[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Essential Foundations [Closed]
Apr 17, 2020 19:46:53 GMT -5
Post by Optimus Prime on Apr 17, 2020 19:46:53 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 1 | Day 4 | Late Evening
He had to try to interact more.
He had to make a real effort to attempt a level of socialization.
Optimus was not particularly involved with his soldiers and this detachment and lack of involvement was starting to be a detriment on multiple levels. While he could explain it away as the multitude of tasks he had to accomplish to try to keep Omega running and attempt to get a strong footing both against MECH and the Decepticons, there was no real excuse to completely neglect involvement to the level he let occur. An absent leader, one who showed himself only when required to do so, only really knowing his soldiers on data and reports given to him upon their arrival and subsequent scouts and missions... Ratchet opened his eyes to this more than previous acknowledgment, and as such he had to act upon it.
Many Autobots in this base were more often than not looked at as statistics rather than who they were. Pieces upon the great gameboard of War to be moved about to gain an upper hand and try to win on some level. This sort of outlook was not what Optimus desired, and he had to make some changes should he hope to get a more stable 'feel' of who roamed his base. It was both a tactical and logical path to try to walk down, for every individual had strengths and weaknesses that branched outside of what would be put down in the records.
To try to bridge this gap he believed trying to intermix a more social event with real wartime activity was a good in-between. It would help ease others into working with The Prime outside of a true mission, while also assisting him with trying to learn about his soldiers more and break the ravine that separated them. There would always be a divide of some level however he felt, the pedestal and icon of 'Prime' people had in their minds more likely than not always an issue, but things could be worked on to garner more trust.
So against all of his personal distaste over the idea, he opted to offer training and a spar between individuals.
Small soldiers could be guided how to contest with large, large Autobots having to cope with someone their own size... Optimus hoped to guide two others, but should he himself need to step in then that was simply what had to be done. He of course would not cut loose, he would not cross that path in any way, but offering training to anyone within the base who sought it out was beneficial to teach no matter who they were pit up against. Whatever insight the Prime could offer was only going to assist more so than be of detriment he assumed given his countless years of experience out on the battlefield against all size of Cybertronian.
One of the spare rooms in the basement of Omega was converted to this task. Rough stone walls stretching up to a wire lined ceiling, hung incandescent bulbs casting a yellow haze down onto the ground. The floor itself was pitted and worn, a sort of hastily cast concrete that was not finished off in any way. It acted as the basic foundation for a room that could be converted and used as needed. Because of its vacancy it was often commandeered by many for training or other tasks. Cracks against the floor, scuffs and grooves... The ordinarily rather scarce room however was now populated somewhat by objects that could be present in any number of contested areas.
Scrap metal panels from the Ark had been heaved down to the area, piles that could act as a retreat or shelter, or simply grabbed as an impromptu weapon. The metal shields were sturdy and strong, most already mangled to a degree from the great ships fall. A little extra damage was inconsequential given its already poor shape. These were paired with some pallet crates and lumber, a long conduit cable thrown off to one side as a hazard, as well as a broken shelving unit that didn't really survive the construction process for some reason or another that acted as a divide with no real protection. With this were a slew of straight up rocks and smaller obstacles of varied sizes that were cast upon the ground to create a threat should one not be watching where their peds were to fall, tripping or knocking an ankle off kilter.
Should the room not have a true purpose before, it seemed it was now officially set up in some way for training, simply embracing what it was used for by others in full. While true paneling would need to be clad on the walls should they ever hope to add target practice, for now this would serve other more hands on tasks. It had taken Optimus most of the day to haul these things down, but hopefully it would serve a purpose and not be for naught.
Optimus stood off to the side wall while he waited to see who would arrive, seemingly concerned despite the committed arrangement. He still was not a fan of getting directly involved in this, even if it was in a teaching role, however... what had to be done had to be and he just hoped his Autobots would have the restraint to not mutilate one another. The last thing they needed was for someone to have some kind of ego trip and push things too far in order to not lose to someone else. While waiting, he would cast a sideways glance down to Red Alert, the mech sitting upon a small metal cargo pod at his side.
"You should not be as eager for this as you are."
He had to make a real effort to attempt a level of socialization.
Optimus was not particularly involved with his soldiers and this detachment and lack of involvement was starting to be a detriment on multiple levels. While he could explain it away as the multitude of tasks he had to accomplish to try to keep Omega running and attempt to get a strong footing both against MECH and the Decepticons, there was no real excuse to completely neglect involvement to the level he let occur. An absent leader, one who showed himself only when required to do so, only really knowing his soldiers on data and reports given to him upon their arrival and subsequent scouts and missions... Ratchet opened his eyes to this more than previous acknowledgment, and as such he had to act upon it.
Many Autobots in this base were more often than not looked at as statistics rather than who they were. Pieces upon the great gameboard of War to be moved about to gain an upper hand and try to win on some level. This sort of outlook was not what Optimus desired, and he had to make some changes should he hope to get a more stable 'feel' of who roamed his base. It was both a tactical and logical path to try to walk down, for every individual had strengths and weaknesses that branched outside of what would be put down in the records.
To try to bridge this gap he believed trying to intermix a more social event with real wartime activity was a good in-between. It would help ease others into working with The Prime outside of a true mission, while also assisting him with trying to learn about his soldiers more and break the ravine that separated them. There would always be a divide of some level however he felt, the pedestal and icon of 'Prime' people had in their minds more likely than not always an issue, but things could be worked on to garner more trust.
So against all of his personal distaste over the idea, he opted to offer training and a spar between individuals.
Small soldiers could be guided how to contest with large, large Autobots having to cope with someone their own size... Optimus hoped to guide two others, but should he himself need to step in then that was simply what had to be done. He of course would not cut loose, he would not cross that path in any way, but offering training to anyone within the base who sought it out was beneficial to teach no matter who they were pit up against. Whatever insight the Prime could offer was only going to assist more so than be of detriment he assumed given his countless years of experience out on the battlefield against all size of Cybertronian.
One of the spare rooms in the basement of Omega was converted to this task. Rough stone walls stretching up to a wire lined ceiling, hung incandescent bulbs casting a yellow haze down onto the ground. The floor itself was pitted and worn, a sort of hastily cast concrete that was not finished off in any way. It acted as the basic foundation for a room that could be converted and used as needed. Because of its vacancy it was often commandeered by many for training or other tasks. Cracks against the floor, scuffs and grooves... The ordinarily rather scarce room however was now populated somewhat by objects that could be present in any number of contested areas.
Scrap metal panels from the Ark had been heaved down to the area, piles that could act as a retreat or shelter, or simply grabbed as an impromptu weapon. The metal shields were sturdy and strong, most already mangled to a degree from the great ships fall. A little extra damage was inconsequential given its already poor shape. These were paired with some pallet crates and lumber, a long conduit cable thrown off to one side as a hazard, as well as a broken shelving unit that didn't really survive the construction process for some reason or another that acted as a divide with no real protection. With this were a slew of straight up rocks and smaller obstacles of varied sizes that were cast upon the ground to create a threat should one not be watching where their peds were to fall, tripping or knocking an ankle off kilter.
Should the room not have a true purpose before, it seemed it was now officially set up in some way for training, simply embracing what it was used for by others in full. While true paneling would need to be clad on the walls should they ever hope to add target practice, for now this would serve other more hands on tasks. It had taken Optimus most of the day to haul these things down, but hopefully it would serve a purpose and not be for naught.
Optimus stood off to the side wall while he waited to see who would arrive, seemingly concerned despite the committed arrangement. He still was not a fan of getting directly involved in this, even if it was in a teaching role, however... what had to be done had to be and he just hoped his Autobots would have the restraint to not mutilate one another. The last thing they needed was for someone to have some kind of ego trip and push things too far in order to not lose to someone else. While waiting, he would cast a sideways glance down to Red Alert, the mech sitting upon a small metal cargo pod at his side.
"You should not be as eager for this as you are."