- Weapon: Oxidating Laser
The Greasepit--Garrus-9 North
Trekking from the southern wing where the inmate activity area was all the way to the northern quadrant of the penitentiary where the staff barracks, commissary, and general lounge and multi-purpose areas were was normally not something that Fortress Maximus did until the end of his shift. Given his position, he was technically always on duty, either supervising the prison or the Steelhaven, but he was fortunate to have a competent deputy warden and an executive officer to take over the responsibilities of each when he signed off for the solar cycle. He hoped they were each getting a sufficient recharge. The deputy warden, in particular, would have their hands full when they signed on.
Maximus would get the occasional nods from staff and even from some of the inmates who were housed in other areas of the prison. Once he had passed through the various security clearance doors and in to the less-secure and informal living areas, the reception he received was even more jovial. One of his officers asked if he was going to make it to the game of High Ace later that evening. Another wondered when he was going to get that meal Max owed him for covering double duty a few times. The large Autobot had assured both they he would make time in the next few orns. They had grinned and nodded, knowing that Maximus was good on his word even when it came to the little things.
"INMATE ACTIVITY PERIOD ENDING IN ONE BREEM. ALL PARTICIPATING INMATES ARE TO LINE UP FOR CHECK-IN AND RETURN TO THEIR CELLS," the voice over the prison's public address-system sounded.
Max approached the faux-rust covered iron doors that signaled the entrance to one of the more popular energizing holes in the Elba system. Maximus grinned every time he saw them. It was clear that the proprietor was trying a little too hard to make the place look like it had existed since the days of Maccadam. Oh well, it didn't really matter. The energon quality was good. That's what kept everyone coming back.
As Maximus approached, the doors themselves seemed to transform and adjust to the height of the entrant. Maximus was always a special case, in that regard. Stepping through the threshold, he found himself greeted by an assortment of different staff and crew members--nodding or raising their containers of energon slightly in acknowledgment.
"Well, well, well...and to what do I owe this honor?" Goldrush said, standing idly behind the counter, polishing one of the containers with a piece of velvet. "You almost destroyed my archway again....sir."
Maximus looked down at the proprietor with a smirk. "I see you've brought the place up to code like I asked."
"I live to serve," Goldrush said, offering the warden a mock-bow. "Your usual?" Maximus nodded and Goldrush went about retrieving a large cylinder of the premium-grade energon. Minimal "fillers". As Goldrush slid him the container, the warden slid some chits across the counter. "Not going to answer my question, eh?"
"What?" Maximus asked, taking in his first swig of energon. "Oh. Nothing special. Just decompressing."
"Aha," Goldrush said, clearly not fully believing the senior Autobot. "You sure you don't want me to spike that with anything? I just finished refining some new additives I picked up from the mines a few breems ago. Mighty tasty."
"Next time," Max said, taking another drink.