[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Inventory (Open)
Feb 17, 2021 23:20:36 GMT -5
Post by Skirmisher on Feb 17, 2021 23:20:36 GMT -5
[Week 3, Day 1]
[Location: Earth: North American Continent: United States of America: Nevada: Jasper: Omega Outpost: Near the Lowest Level: Storage Compartment]
Bins and Barrels marked with Supplies ranging from Heavy Machinery to a myriad of spare parts mostly for the Main Control Room or the other Compartments that had been dug out of the Mesa were arrayed throughout one of several Compartments designated for Storage throughout the Outpost. Skirmisher could have waited to discuss his proposal with Prowl or Optimus Prime, or even Red Alert, but he wanted to have taken the time to have first taken inventory of the Outpost's Supplies and secondly to brainstorm further while picturing what the Bullpen might have looked like. There hadn't been a doubt in his Processors that Optimus Prime or even Red Alert would have authorized the conversion of one of the Storage Compartments for the usage of a Bullpen, but as per the Proposal he'd drafted in his Quarters they could have dug out a new Compartment for their usage on a lower level if needed. The other matter had been the infrastructure, laying power lines to a spare generator or two, with some other additional Supplies or Supplies that the Patrols or Teams had gathered at some other point. A set of Blast Doors would have been required separating the Bullpen from the rest of the Outpost, but not without reason since the Bullpen would have required a Security Clearance as with other such locations spread throughout the Outpost.
He hadn't ventured that far down into the lower levels often, but with the amount of personnel roaming about it wouldn't have surprised him if he'd pulled that kind of duty anyways. He'd grabbed a PaDD and scanner from their charging ports on a desk near the entrance to that particular Storage Compartment. Scanning each of the items, he'd submitted and confirmed the matching numbers and codes on the containers or barrels to those matching in the Inventory System allowing for a more updated Manifest.
The only other thing occupying his RAM had been that he'd have to wait for Prowl, Optimus Prime or Red Alert to have inquired as to the Proposal he'd sent to their inboxes. There were times in earlier Cycles when he'd been far younger as the human phrase held that he'd hated waiting, but over the equivalent of thousands of years -- and several Millennia according to the human measure of time had burned that irritation out of him. It hadn't been that he hadn't been able to afford that luxury, but that it hadn't had a place anymore.
[Location: Earth: North American Continent: United States of America: Nevada: Jasper: Omega Outpost: Near the Lowest Level: Storage Compartment]
Bins and Barrels marked with Supplies ranging from Heavy Machinery to a myriad of spare parts mostly for the Main Control Room or the other Compartments that had been dug out of the Mesa were arrayed throughout one of several Compartments designated for Storage throughout the Outpost. Skirmisher could have waited to discuss his proposal with Prowl or Optimus Prime, or even Red Alert, but he wanted to have taken the time to have first taken inventory of the Outpost's Supplies and secondly to brainstorm further while picturing what the Bullpen might have looked like. There hadn't been a doubt in his Processors that Optimus Prime or even Red Alert would have authorized the conversion of one of the Storage Compartments for the usage of a Bullpen, but as per the Proposal he'd drafted in his Quarters they could have dug out a new Compartment for their usage on a lower level if needed. The other matter had been the infrastructure, laying power lines to a spare generator or two, with some other additional Supplies or Supplies that the Patrols or Teams had gathered at some other point. A set of Blast Doors would have been required separating the Bullpen from the rest of the Outpost, but not without reason since the Bullpen would have required a Security Clearance as with other such locations spread throughout the Outpost.
He hadn't ventured that far down into the lower levels often, but with the amount of personnel roaming about it wouldn't have surprised him if he'd pulled that kind of duty anyways. He'd grabbed a PaDD and scanner from their charging ports on a desk near the entrance to that particular Storage Compartment. Scanning each of the items, he'd submitted and confirmed the matching numbers and codes on the containers or barrels to those matching in the Inventory System allowing for a more updated Manifest.
The only other thing occupying his RAM had been that he'd have to wait for Prowl, Optimus Prime or Red Alert to have inquired as to the Proposal he'd sent to their inboxes. There were times in earlier Cycles when he'd been far younger as the human phrase held that he'd hated waiting, but over the equivalent of thousands of years -- and several Millennia according to the human measure of time had burned that irritation out of him. It hadn't been that he hadn't been able to afford that luxury, but that it hadn't had a place anymore.