by Marcus Rush » Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:11 pm
- Weapon: Automatic Acid-Pellet Gun
Bridge
The single wide door of the turbo lift slid into the wall with a spark filled ruckus, evidence that the gears had suffered damage and been warped due to the intense electrical surge that had pervaded the vessel when its primary generator had been destroyed. Though the doors had been a minor inconvenience, Ironfist had decided that the fact the lift had stopped a meter before the bridge level was a touch higher on the irritation scale. Still, while elevating the repairs to the lift system of the Guardian to a manageable level, Ironfist chose to focus on the situation at hand.
He pulled himself out of the car and pushed the final partially opened door back into its own recess granting him access to the cramped confines of the medical frigate's bridge. The engineer paused just before the threshold and allowed himself a brief moment to slowly pan his optical sensors over the five tactical positions that made up the bulk of the bridge's command consoles. At the head of the chamber, just beneath the massive view screen... a screen that at present displayed a false color image of the Ayers Rock Battle that included bursts of scarlet laser fire, was the Navigation and Helm stations. Traditionally they were the realms of Groove and Blades, but with their deployment to the surface a larger and less nimble mechanism had taken over their shared controls.
Gridlock toggled the forward thrusters to stabilize their orbit that had begun to decay during the repairs of the generator and the fires that had proceeded it. While a tough member of the engineering team, Ironfist was confident enough in the green mechanism's brilliance in navigation and piloting skills in addition to his combat and construction experience. To his left Wedge maintained vigilance over the engineering monitors and scanners, Ironfist's traditional station when not hiding in his laboratory, workshop or working on the engines themselves. Wedge was his second, young and impetuous with a real need for temperance, he was still a very capable engineer and had a very lively imagination when it came to solving problems. To Gridlock's right sat Heavy Load manning the communications array. It was a job that Ironfist loathed with a passion, to discern what information was vital and what was nothing more than idle chatter... he could tell just by the sideways glance and the mouthed expression of 'Kill me now,' that Heavy Load wished for nothing more than to have Blaster or Hubcap back on board ship.
Behind them and at the most important station, the tactical station typically reserved for Streetwise, High Tower had taken residence. Ironfist marveled quietly as the large red engineer redirected weapons functions from the other consoles and rerouted their control to his own station. Furthermore boosting their targeting capacity by point zero five percent by simply entering an as of then experimental targeting algorithm. The chief engineer opted to keep that information confined to those present in the bridge, he really did not want Hot Spot to promote the four most promising engineers out of his command structure before they were ready.
Ironfist made his way to the throne like command chair that settled in behind the tactical station, giving him an unfettered view of High Tower's sensor readouts as well as the forward viewer. "Heavy Load, any word from Prowl or the others regarding the Gravity Well Lens?"
"Negative. Hard to make anything out with all this chatter, but so far I haven't heard squat from Captain Monotone." Heavy Load chuckled to himself as he leaned back in his temporary chair. His fingers reached up and toggled a few frequency nodules.
Ironfist rubbed his chin. He knew well that if things persisted beyond the limits he had initially calculated, particularly the time of deployment. The longer it took to deploy the gravity lens, the less likely it would be effective. While Ironfist was going solely on the absorbed information that was being shared across opened frequencies, he was not going to delude himself into believing that the his recommendation was a cure all. Far from it, he knew well the difficulties that were present, but it gave those on the planet an option they did not have previously. "High Tower... bring up schematics on the Transwarp Projectors."
"The Projectors?" The marksman looked back over his shoulder briefly before completing the unusual order. It was rare for anyone to occupy themselves to study of technical data while in the middle of combat operations. "Sending the data to your monitor."
"Thank you." Ironfist activated the files and quickly spread them across multiple screens across his holographic display. Slowly he began to manipulate the schematics, turning them in various degrees as he absorbed the notations and mathematical calculations that were scrolled around each component.
"Chief!" Heavy Load's voice pierced the engineer's detailed study. "We've got a change in the commotion on that rock down there."
"Acknowledged." Ironfist shrank the schematics but did not collapse them, he turned his attention to Gridlock. "Can you bring it up on viewer?"
The helmsman's hands flew over the sensor's controls at his station, fine tuning the beam while boosting the gain. "Working on it now. Feed is pretty poor right now. Got a lot of interference from that storm down there. Hey Wedge, think you can boost the gain on receiver seven delta."
"No good, the power surge shorted that section out."
Ironfist shook his head, "It would not matter either way, that section was gutted during the plasma fire. Reroute the feed to subsection Gamma twenty seven Epsilon."
The youngster immediately went to work to reroute the necessary data reception from the damaged nodes to the functional apparatuses. It was slow going and on the main view screen the grainy image only showed small bits of improvement. Red chevrons slowly emerged in three small groups spread out across the topographical map. Purple orbs soon followed though their concentration was divided into brighter violets of living and the dull lavenders of the dead, which far out numbered the former. Their concentration was near the larger Autobot cluster and clearly dead set against moving to engage the black glyph that hovered on the center of the red rock in the heart of the smallest of the concentrated Autobot numbers.
"How much do you want to bet that is where Magnus is?" Heavy Load chuckled as he set the communications jack down on the console keypad. His visor darted back and forth to his brethren before shrugging his shoulders in exasperation, "Nobody?"
The chief engineer couldn't help but chuckle. "No bet, Ultra Magnus is too much like Optimus and Grimlock."
"That's a scary thought. A smart ignorant braggart." Wedge quipped as he continued his work, only pausing briefly to enjoy the brief mood lifting pulse of laughter that followed. "Alright, reroute completed and powering up modifications." A final click to activate the modifications was made in triumph. Wedge turned around and engrossed himself in the new images that began to clarify themselves. The symbols flickered briefly before the boosted sensors were able to consolidate the new flood of information being pulled from the surface. False renderings were created, colors were added to approximate known palates and soon the bridge of the Guardian was graced with a scene straight from the slag pits.
"Scrap." Heavy Load cursed as the feed took shape. A green monstrosity exploded from a wall of flame.
"What the slag was that thing?" Wedge blurted, unable to maintain his composure for that brief moment.
Hightower immediately shunted power away from the ion batteries and reinforced firing solutions on the summit. Weapons indicators were slowly building power in their primary batteries.
"Interesting." Was the one word Gridlock muttered as he absorbed the scene that transpired on the surface below.
Ironfist's optics narrowed on the grizzly scene. A monster clad in green, poorly rendered by the still incomplete data. The Guardian's computer was only now returning to functionality, and many systems were going through their own diagnostics. The damage to the sensor grid due to power surge only compounded matters. "Get me the Ark 22... Immediately."