Re: Autobot City: Hidden Foundations
Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2019 1:14 pm
Inside Omega Supreme
“Have you now?” Prowl responded as he turned to look over at Pharma. The military strategist had listened to everything the CMO had said and found it to be not only intriguing but worthwhile to examine his hypothesis further. “Your hypothesis sounds well thought out. You should share it with the rest of the gestalt research team. Once you are done here, Pharma, I want you to join Jetfire and the gestalt project and assist them in accomplishing our first successful combiner. Whether it’s your expertise or not, your medical knowledge will be invaluable when dealing with the physical affects of five ‘bots combining into one and then separating again.”
The Omega Guardian’s booming voice echoed throughout the chamber, drawing Prowl’s attention back to the massive Autobot. So, Garrus-9 had likely fallen and a rescue operation was not advisable under the current circumstances. As much as the black and white hated the thought of allowing Scorponok to claim victory in the Elba system, he knew that losing more ‘bots in an attempted rescue operation would serve the Autobot war machine no good. It would only hand over more prisoners or more Autobot deaths to the ‘Cons and neither was an option Prowl was willing to risk. Others would likely disagree, but things have escalated dramatically in the Sol System in recent cycles and they needed all of the warriors they had to remain here for the time being.
When Omega Supreme mentioned that Aequitas was not only undamaged but safely stowed away onboard the enormous guardian, Prowl couldn’t help but smile from audio receptor to audio receptor. “Excellent, Omega. Storage Bank A-1, you said? Not that I don’t believe you, but I want to see it for myself.”
Prowl brought up the meeting minutes on a datapad and quickly skimmed through them. All looked to be in order and he was happy to see that the Autobot Phase Sixer Initiative, as he was calling it, was at the forefront.
>>”Understood, Blaster. I will be done here soon and then I will bounce up and join the Africa team to oversee the Phase Sixer project. Everything else from the meeting looks to be in order. As long as Magnus is okay with it, I am, as well. Prowl out.”<<
Prowl then turned his glare to everyone else in the room. “Well, it appears my time down here is limited. Pharma, finish up here what you can and then pass whatever’s left to do to Neutro and Bluestreak. I’m sure a few medical Autotroopers can be re-assigned here, as well. They’re going to be field testing some science projects in Africa, including the gestalts, and I want you there to oversee the medical aspects as I said before.”
The military strategist then turned his attention back to Omega. “If there’s nothing else to apprise me of, Omega, I will head down to the A-1 storage bank to see Aequitas for myself.”
“I can take you there, Prowl, if you like,” Bluestreak, who was still loitering about, chimed in. "I passed by there on my way here, so I know where it's located."
“That won’t be necessary, Bluestreak. I can find my way on my own, thanks,” Prowl replied stoically. “Just get back to work fixing Omega’s systems. I want him up and running as soon as possible.”
“Of course, sir. Right away!” Bluestreak said as Prowl moved by him and entered the corridor beyond. The chatterbot then glanced over at Pharma. “I’ll be back down in section F-23 where I’ll continue fixing those nodules. If there’s anything else you need just let me know.”
With that said, the dark blue and silver gunner hurried out of the chamber and back to work.
Pharma wrote:“If I may, Prowl my boy. While it’s not strictly my realm of expertise. I have been formulating a way of acquiring or adapting combiner technology. Obviously, it would be easier if we had one of the Constructicons or a Decepticon scientist to… examine. Since we don’t, I’ve been hypothesizing that larger mechs like the guardians, Omega Supreme in particular, and their ability to communicate with their various parts when separated. If we can duplicate and rework that connection, we may be able to have a single ‘Bot as the central brain controlling others like drones, giving them a consciousness instead of standard programming. Of course, this is merely a hypothesis. Nothing can be proven without extensive testing.”
“Have you now?” Prowl responded as he turned to look over at Pharma. The military strategist had listened to everything the CMO had said and found it to be not only intriguing but worthwhile to examine his hypothesis further. “Your hypothesis sounds well thought out. You should share it with the rest of the gestalt research team. Once you are done here, Pharma, I want you to join Jetfire and the gestalt project and assist them in accomplishing our first successful combiner. Whether it’s your expertise or not, your medical knowledge will be invaluable when dealing with the physical affects of five ‘bots combining into one and then separating again.”
Omega Supreme wrote:”DETAILS UNAVAILABLE. LIKELYHOOD OF COMPLETE DECEPTICON VICTORY IN ELBA SYSTEM BY NOW THROUGH OBSERVED NUMBER OF HOSTILE WARSHIPS PRESENT; INEVITABLE. AUTOBOT FLEET INCLUDING THE STEELHAVEN, REMOVED FROM EQUATION. DIRECT RESCUE OPERATION; INADVISABLE.
”RUNG’S PATIENT FILES STORED WITHIN STREAMLIGHT. THEIR PROPAGANDA VALUE IN ENEMY HANDS; TERRIFYING. PRESERVING THEM; A MINOR VICTORY.
”RETRIEVING DATA. AEQUITAS UNHARMED DESPITE OF MY INJURIES. LOCATION; INTERNAL SAFETY STORAGE BANK A-1.”
The Omega Guardian’s booming voice echoed throughout the chamber, drawing Prowl’s attention back to the massive Autobot. So, Garrus-9 had likely fallen and a rescue operation was not advisable under the current circumstances. As much as the black and white hated the thought of allowing Scorponok to claim victory in the Elba system, he knew that losing more ‘bots in an attempted rescue operation would serve the Autobot war machine no good. It would only hand over more prisoners or more Autobot deaths to the ‘Cons and neither was an option Prowl was willing to risk. Others would likely disagree, but things have escalated dramatically in the Sol System in recent cycles and they needed all of the warriors they had to remain here for the time being.
When Omega Supreme mentioned that Aequitas was not only undamaged but safely stowed away onboard the enormous guardian, Prowl couldn’t help but smile from audio receptor to audio receptor. “Excellent, Omega. Storage Bank A-1, you said? Not that I don’t believe you, but I want to see it for myself.”
Blaster wrote:>>”Magnus, Prowl, I’ve caught up with Red Alert and his meeting. Everyone in the meeting seems to be in favor of the plans. I’m attaching a copy of the minutes of this meeting. Since Prime isn’t taking charge right now, can I get you to guys to look through all this? And Prowl, we’re gonna be dealing with some of that Phase Sixer stuff, so once you’re done with Peru, head back up here and rendezvous with the team that’s headed for Africa. Rook’s in charge.”<<
Prowl brought up the meeting minutes on a datapad and quickly skimmed through them. All looked to be in order and he was happy to see that the Autobot Phase Sixer Initiative, as he was calling it, was at the forefront.
>>”Understood, Blaster. I will be done here soon and then I will bounce up and join the Africa team to oversee the Phase Sixer project. Everything else from the meeting looks to be in order. As long as Magnus is okay with it, I am, as well. Prowl out.”<<
Prowl then turned his glare to everyone else in the room. “Well, it appears my time down here is limited. Pharma, finish up here what you can and then pass whatever’s left to do to Neutro and Bluestreak. I’m sure a few medical Autotroopers can be re-assigned here, as well. They’re going to be field testing some science projects in Africa, including the gestalts, and I want you there to oversee the medical aspects as I said before.”
The military strategist then turned his attention back to Omega. “If there’s nothing else to apprise me of, Omega, I will head down to the A-1 storage bank to see Aequitas for myself.”
“I can take you there, Prowl, if you like,” Bluestreak, who was still loitering about, chimed in. "I passed by there on my way here, so I know where it's located."
“That won’t be necessary, Bluestreak. I can find my way on my own, thanks,” Prowl replied stoically. “Just get back to work fixing Omega’s systems. I want him up and running as soon as possible.”
“Of course, sir. Right away!” Bluestreak said as Prowl moved by him and entered the corridor beyond. The chatterbot then glanced over at Pharma. “I’ll be back down in section F-23 where I’ll continue fixing those nodules. If there’s anything else you need just let me know.”
With that said, the dark blue and silver gunner hurried out of the chamber and back to work.