Ep.1 – A Piece of Quiet – Closed
Jul 11, 2012 2:52:27 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2012 2:52:27 GMT -5
Optimus had taken a double shift despite several protests, intent on working while the post-op celebrations wore on into the evening. The sound of laughter and something crashing wobbled up from the hallways, humming lazily through the open air if the missile silo. The happy buzz of things gone right. This was the background noise to which Optimus continued the work he’d been almost entirely bound to since their return to the Autobot base. There had been no significant injuries to any of his team beyond fisticuff bangs and scrapes, the usual fair for close combat with extremely tempermental Decepticons.
Optimus had, actually, taken a significant number to the head after Soundwave’s viral attack. He’d been restricted to medical mostly, leaving Ironhide and Jazz to tend to post-op debrief and assignments. Confiscated energon was stored, rations were dispensed, injuries repaired and by the time Optimus had come out of his diagnosis defrag, it was early evening. Ratchet had cleared him out of medical, he'd checked in with everyone briefly, then gone on duty.
Since then he’d been at their main data hub up loading the whole of what he’d ripped from the Nemesis. The raid, everything they’d destroyed, everything they’d taken… none of it was more critical than this.
The Prime laid it out, the stolen data, in beautiful familiar, achingly known Iacon archiving encryption and very briefly laid his hands against the flat of the control panels. It was, in so much as anything could be for him, a piece of home. The stolen Iacaon Database… not all of it, but enough. More than enough. He imagined Megatron’s towering, psychotic rage at knowing the Decepeticons had lost this, that Optimus had taken it from him... Then he pointedly did not think about it. He could hear Jazz laughing somewhere in the rec room.
Optimus sat down and began decoding. He did not get up for a while.
((OOC: a tag for Rhinox if he wants to poke Prime about his still not partying. This thread happens while everyone is in the midst of celebrating after the attack on the Nemesis.))
Optimus had, actually, taken a significant number to the head after Soundwave’s viral attack. He’d been restricted to medical mostly, leaving Ironhide and Jazz to tend to post-op debrief and assignments. Confiscated energon was stored, rations were dispensed, injuries repaired and by the time Optimus had come out of his diagnosis defrag, it was early evening. Ratchet had cleared him out of medical, he'd checked in with everyone briefly, then gone on duty.
Since then he’d been at their main data hub up loading the whole of what he’d ripped from the Nemesis. The raid, everything they’d destroyed, everything they’d taken… none of it was more critical than this.
The Prime laid it out, the stolen data, in beautiful familiar, achingly known Iacon archiving encryption and very briefly laid his hands against the flat of the control panels. It was, in so much as anything could be for him, a piece of home. The stolen Iacaon Database… not all of it, but enough. More than enough. He imagined Megatron’s towering, psychotic rage at knowing the Decepeticons had lost this, that Optimus had taken it from him... Then he pointedly did not think about it. He could hear Jazz laughing somewhere in the rec room.
Optimus sat down and began decoding. He did not get up for a while.
((OOC: a tag for Rhinox if he wants to poke Prime about his still not partying. This thread happens while everyone is in the midst of celebrating after the attack on the Nemesis.))