by HardHead » Tue Dec 09, 2008 2:07 pm
(bloody hell, talk about in at the deep end :p)
Command deck
Since the news broke about Jazz, Ironhide had been seriously brooding. One of his best down, potentially for a long time to of been placed in stasis lock and whatever he had found out locked up in his data banks, inaccessible to them. He'd honestly hope the mech would pull through, but failing that, he'd had the good sense to transfer the data into a secondary processor they could easily access should he be placed out of commission for a long time.
The decepticons certainly knew they were here now, and no doubt would begin ramping things up into high gear. Damnit, and here he though they had the luxury of time, and discretion. Now he knew that they'd lost the latter, and if he wasn't careful they would lose the benefit of large amounts of the former. Well dang typical.
He needed to know exactly what the hell had gone on out there, and to do that, he was going to need reports, fast.
“Ironhide, I just took a full inventory of the armory. Everything is as it should be. I even straightened the place up a bit. Now, if there’s nothing else, sir, I thought I might run a few tests on the ship’s weapon systems to make sure everything is up to spec.” said Trailbreaker, breaking his line of thought. Giving the other bot a grunt and nod of acknoledgement.
"Right.. do what ya 'ave ter do TB, just make sure i have a list of your findins' once yer done.." he replied, his wizened faceplate breaking into a slight smile as the other made his way back into his station. Right on cue. Hell, he was tempted to see if they couldn't find a way to temporarily increase their energy supply, incase they needed to disengage their weapon inhibitors and fight at full power for a time. He wasn't going to take any chances, hell no. Having taken the datapad from Trailbreaker, he set about making a brief inventory. Good, whilst they didn't have enough to equip an army, if there was a sudden upsurge in engagements, he figured they'd have enough ammunition and spare weaponry to last them a few mega-cycles worth of conflict. He was even considering perhaps sending a message back to Optimus Prime for resupply. Hell, perhaps even reassign some more front line mechs to reinforce his position.
He didn't notice, as he once again fell deep into thought when the various Autobots, including Seapray came into the Command center. He was too focused upon deciding on ammunition quotas, potential needs for the reserves to be resupplied. However, he finally realised that, once again, there was a party going on around here.
"Dang it, dont you lot have anythin' better to do?" he asked, his optics scanning the lot of them. However, at that point he looked over to Seaspray, and his hard expression softened slightly. About dang time, was the general thought that flashed across his circuits.
"Well well, look who's up an' out after their trip ter elsewhere eh? Welcome back.." he said, slowly rising from the command chair for the first time in awhile, placing Trail breaker's data pad down on the side.