Ep0.5 - 'Setting up Shop' - Closed
Mar 27, 2012 11:55:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2012 11:55:06 GMT -5
The Neutral base was finally starting to look like something habitable after a week of work, but Cleaver was painfully aware that there was still a lot to be done. Both Moonshot's and her own ships had been dismantled and their parts spread around. Her small transport had furnished multiple rooms with berths, made a respectable living area in one corner of the central atrium (three Cybertronian sofas; a big TV that Moonshot had rigged to satellite inside an hour; the old crate that had faithfully served as a table and pede-rest since she'd taken on the ship), and the energon processor had been rigged up and was chugging away happily. Now that her intake had almost trebled, and would remain so for the duration of manufacture, that was particularly significant.
Today's focus was the Medbay, which was largely set up and operational, just far from practically laid out and installed. Monitoring equipment needed riveting to the walls, berths secured to the floors, and storage for the myriad parts, tools and chemicals bolted firmly enough that a crashing blow from a malfunctioning mech wouldn't rain the contents down.
Cleaver had been nursing her second cube of the morning whilst she finished welding a closed shelving unit out of one of the hull panels of Moonshot's shuttle. She set the cube aside on the closest of the four berths to tip the cupboard up on its end, tapping the welds to make sure they were strong. Satisfied, she got a secure grip and went to heft it up onto the waiting wall brackets.
Only to instantly drop it when several strained hydraulics helpfully pointed out that she'd made the thing out of ship plating and that it was slagging heavy for it.
Stepping back with a rub of her wrists, Cleaver ran through a mental list of who could help. Moonshot would have been content to, but she was quite certain he was 'breaking in' the firing range all day today. Ironhide had bridged in an hour ago and busied himself clearing rubble, seeming far more collected than he had the last time she'd seen him.
Moving back to the half-finished decontamination arch, Cleaver comm.ed her cohort mate whilst putting micro-tools to the machine's wiring. It sent a warm haze through her chassis to do so, smiling by default when it came to the sparkling's other progenitor.
::Hide, you anywhere nearby? Got something heavy needs wall mounting, and I can't lift it on my own.::
Today's focus was the Medbay, which was largely set up and operational, just far from practically laid out and installed. Monitoring equipment needed riveting to the walls, berths secured to the floors, and storage for the myriad parts, tools and chemicals bolted firmly enough that a crashing blow from a malfunctioning mech wouldn't rain the contents down.
Cleaver had been nursing her second cube of the morning whilst she finished welding a closed shelving unit out of one of the hull panels of Moonshot's shuttle. She set the cube aside on the closest of the four berths to tip the cupboard up on its end, tapping the welds to make sure they were strong. Satisfied, she got a secure grip and went to heft it up onto the waiting wall brackets.
Only to instantly drop it when several strained hydraulics helpfully pointed out that she'd made the thing out of ship plating and that it was slagging heavy for it.
Stepping back with a rub of her wrists, Cleaver ran through a mental list of who could help. Moonshot would have been content to, but she was quite certain he was 'breaking in' the firing range all day today. Ironhide had bridged in an hour ago and busied himself clearing rubble, seeming far more collected than he had the last time she'd seen him.
Moving back to the half-finished decontamination arch, Cleaver comm.ed her cohort mate whilst putting micro-tools to the machine's wiring. It sent a warm haze through her chassis to do so, smiling by default when it came to the sparkling's other progenitor.
::Hide, you anywhere nearby? Got something heavy needs wall mounting, and I can't lift it on my own.::