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Post by Hoist on Jun 22, 2009 15:44:11 GMT -5
Deep in the far reaches od space, many many light-years from Cybertron lies the Cybertron Headquarters. Home to the Maximal Peacekeeping Corps (MPC). Many years after peace had finally been maintained on their home planet, the former Maximals, now united in calling themselves "Cybertrons" once again in Harmony. But here on the outskirts of space an elite group of Cybertrons have built their own space station to help maintain order in the galaxy. Their war, having lasted millions of years and spread across billions of galaxies have caused no end of trouble - not just for their race but others... In a bid to help others as a penance for the cost of their war this elite group of Cybertrons, the Maximal Peacekeeping Corps, answer those less fortunate than themselves, and who are in times of trouble. Answering the call of S.O.S transmissions and calls form other planets, and other races, they boldly set off on adventures across the galaxy maintaining order and peace... OOC: Okay guys, usual ""fitting in/getting to know your surroundings" start, so get yourself accustomed to your home! This base features: - A command bridge
- Crew quarters
- Training Rooms
- Inter-Active Holo rooms
- Armoury
- Gym
- Docking bays (2)
- Engineering
- Engineering Workshop
- Maintence/Med-Bay
- Cafeteeria
- Bar
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Post by Hoist on Jul 4, 2009 9:54:30 GMT -5
OOC: Remember guys, you can start any where on the station! On the command bridge of Cybertron Headquarters Noble convoy flicked a button on his command chair and stood to record his personal voice log. When he did this he did made sure the bridge was clear of the others as the computer recorded his voice and thoughts.. +++ Personal log +++
It's been two cycles since Dinoboss delivered his latest security report and all is well. All is also quite in the galaxy with no calls for aid, the latest wire from Cybertron also reports no Destron activity once again. I still can't believe our beloved home is at peace. Though I don't carry the sacred Matrix of leadership, I am continually disturbed by my dark visions of something bad coming ion the horizon. I still haven't shared this with any of the others as it may be nothing.
However, every circuit, every working gear inside senses a deep foreboding...
+++ Personal log +++
Computer, pause recording..", uttered Noble sternly as the computer beeped in acknowledgment. He let out a deep sigh. Why did he still bother with these logs? They had already been on 75 separate missions, some more dangerous than others, but he wondered if perhaps the war - although not a good thing, was at least something constant and familiar...
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Post by Bomblast on Jul 4, 2009 16:51:47 GMT -5
Reaper left one of the ship's Holo rooms. He'd loaded up one of his personal programs. It was a recreation of one of his past missions. He'd been trying to beat his best time, but he'd messed up. During that run through, he'd had to fight his way out of the base and he didn't make it out before the explosion. Reaper had some minor damage. Scorch marks on his limbs and wings, his right wing not moving and some exposed circuitry on his left leg.
As Reaper made his way to the Med-bay, he cursed himself. The program had ended when the blast went off, but he's still taken a bit of damage. He swore to himself that next time, he'd leave the safety protocols online. Reaper made his way through the ship's corridors, passed a couple of his fellow Cybertrons on his way. Reaper entered the Med-bay and walked up to the medic.
"I think I'm in need of a quick tune up. Training program went ary."
With that, sparks erupted from his right wing and it extended, almost knocking over a table.
"Hmm...That's probably something that needs checking out as well."
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Post by Onix Solo on Jul 5, 2009 10:03:14 GMT -5
Dinoboss was in his quarters taking some time to rest up. He usually pulled long shifts, never being one to trust anyone else with his job, but today he decided to take a rest.
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Post by Aqualec on Jul 5, 2009 18:27:17 GMT -5
Metalingus was making his way back to the command bridge after leaving the cafeteria. He been covering someone else shift and hadn't had a chance to eat or drink before the start of said shift. Noble had allowed to duck off and get a quick bite, so he hurriedly grabbed something and was eating and drinking along his way back to the bridge.
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Post by Hoist on Jul 5, 2009 22:27:29 GMT -5
In Med-bay, Reaper was confronted with a standard class medi-droid, not quite as good as having a proper medic from Cybertron but sufficient enough for any injuries.
As the droid lifted it's head a thermal holo-scan emitted from it's single optic, like a big dial in the middle of it's head. It scanned the bot up and down and grabbed the wing with it's pinchers, evetually holding the wing with one pincher whilst using the other to begin blow-torching the wings making repairs. As usual thr drone uttered it's standard programmed protocols.
+++ Engaging standard protocols ++++
+++ Cybertronian sub-passage 638 states all use of training programs must aheed to using safety protocols. Did you comply? +++
Came the monotone synthesized voice.
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Elsewhere as Metalingus made his way back to the bridge he caught Glitch coming out of the armory, looking suspicious. His usual grey armour of a dual-cockpit hover-vehicle sjone in the artificial light as he made his way out...
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jul 6, 2009 1:20:16 GMT -5
In one of the station's docking bays, amid A.I. drones that were flying around, Grunt stood with a data pad, going over the last delivery brought to the station.
'Move those hydro boosters to garage six and keep the extra fuel cells in same place!' Grunt was getting stressed with the drones. He was placed in charge of inventory and putting together a list of what the station already had. The last delivery had not been put away properly and now, Grunt and the drones at his disposable, had to go though each and every item inside the station.
At every angle and from all directions, Grunt was assaulted with questions from the drones on what to do with items from the last delivery.
'QUERY. WHERE SHALL THE ANTI-GRAVITY SUPPORTS BE LOCATED?'
'Engine room, section 34.'
'QUERY. WHERE SHALL THE CIRCUIT REROUTER PANELS BE LOCATED?'
'Garage 14, next to the Stec-scopes.'
'QUERY. WHERE SHALL THE MAGNO-METAL BEAMS BE LOCATED?'
'Were gonna need those in the gym to fix up some equipment, take them down shaft C and leave them any where.'
'DOES NOT COMPUTE.'
'Excuse me?'
'THIS UNIT NEEDS AN ACTUAL DESTINATION. "ANY WHERE" DOES NOT COMPUTE.'
'An actual destination huh? How about I open up an actual destination on that head of yours and put those metal beams in there, hmm?' Said Grunt in the best, unimpressed tone he could come up with.
'........ORDERS RECEIVED. "ANY WHERE" SHALL DO!'
The drone then flew away quickly as Grunt chuckled to himself.
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Post by Arcee on Jul 6, 2009 2:06:58 GMT -5
Shrieker hung up-side, slowly swinging side to side. A bored look was on her mechanical face. Her eyes looked around the empty crew quarters. Nothing was in sight, no humans or anything else. All except for chairs and tables. Her eyes shifted back and forth searching for something to do. But there was always nothing to do. All except to hang around and slowly rust away.
Shrieker wanted to go out and start her spying skills. As well as among other things, she wishes to do at this moment. But nothing was going to happen today at least. Shrieker wondered what the other robots were doing. Most likely doing important stuff. Sitting in front of computers or at least loaded up onto them was something she hated. So to see if anyone was around, she decided to give out a nice little shout.
"I'm bored!!!"
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Post by Hoist on Jul 6, 2009 3:05:03 GMT -5
The echoes of "I'm bored!" bounced around Shrieker's quarters, not a single reply, not a single sound otherwise. Then from the bleak silence a button flashed on and off from a console in her quarters making a deep on/off buzzing noise as the light flickered.
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At the same time on the command bridge, Noble Convoy tapped one of the communication comm buttons on his high-powered access chair with working console, unaware of the silent alarm going off.
+++ COMM +++
Commander Convoy to Grunt, how's that inventory going down there?"
+++ COMM +++
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jul 6, 2009 7:29:43 GMT -5
Responding to Commander Noble Convoy, +++COM+++
'Its a damn mess down here Commander. Who ever was in charge of storing the last delivery left it lying around in the garage units. Plus we have things mixed up together that shouldn't be near one another. I had radioactive energon processors next to portable octane tanks not too long ago. Plus I don't have enough drones to have this job done anytime soon. I'll get it finished, but I suggest you use the other docking bay if you were planning anything. Until I get this done, docking bay B shouldn't have anyone operating in it.'
+++COM +++
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Post by Bomblast on Jul 6, 2009 11:03:28 GMT -5
Reaper winced as static raced through his right wing. He knew the medi-droid would ask him about the safety protocols. Reaper had two options, tell the truth and face the consequences or lie and get found out. He sighed.
"No, I deactivated the safety protocols. Well, most of them. I left enough of them online to protect me from any serious injuries."
Reaper knew that Noble Convoy would eventually find out. Reaper would probably face a serious punishment, probably no holo-room privilages, confinement to quarters for a while. As another surge of static went through his wing, Reaper wished he'd left the damned protocols online.
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Post by Aqualec on Jul 6, 2009 18:38:17 GMT -5
"Hey Glitch, what happening?" he stopped to ask the mech as he finished his Energon drink. He was suspicious of what Glitch was up to in the armoury.
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Post by Hoist on Jul 8, 2009 6:36:50 GMT -5
+++ COMM +++
"Alright", replied Convoy, "Do you want me to send down for Dinoboss, and have him give you a hand? Maybe some of the others?!
+++ COMM +++
In med-bay the medical made a deep whirring noise at Reaper, as one of the old A-2 units they were extremely old and temperamental, and had a reputation for being stubborn and a pain-in-the-skidplates.
+++ Does not compute! +++
+++ This models does not come with a truth detector test but will have to submit a report to Commander convoy for investigation! +++
+++ Hold still! +++
The droid began managed to stop the sparking and slowly began to weld a line that fixed the wing back to the many body of his robot mode.
+++ Are there any more details you wish to tell me for my report? +++
Out side the armory the LED panel on the security display, above where you would punch the correct code in flashed red on and off silently.
"Nothing!", muttered Glitch, "There's nothing to see here! I was just making sure we were fully stocked" continued the bot hoping that Metalingus wouldn't find out what he'd just been up to.
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Post by Bomblast on Jul 8, 2009 7:33:21 GMT -5
Reaper groaned. He dispised the old A-2 Medi-droids. If he was in charge of the ship, he'd have them replaced with a newer model and have the A-2s melted down and put to better use. But they were all that were available, so he couldn't really complain about it.
"Stupid out-dated droid. Why would anyone admit to turning off the safety protocols when they hadn't been deactivated?" He sighed. "No, no other details need to be added. You done with the repairs?"
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jul 8, 2009 14:48:00 GMT -5
Grunt thought about Noble's suggestion then said, +++COM+++ 'Help would be appreciated but instead of Dinoboss having to suffer, could he find out who was responsible for this mess? I figure since he has the security records then we could find the ones responsible and then they can clean up their mess. Unless of course you need the docking bay in order right away.'+++COM+++
Grunt was positive one of the younger Cybertronians caused this mess. And even if they never found out who, Grunt would be happy to put some of the other younger ones to work. He wouldn't mind seeing Metalingus or Shrieker put to work. He didn't know them well but as far as he was concerned they hadn't paid their dues yet. Not like some of the more, well known officers.
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