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 Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 12:28 pm
The Loading Docks were an industrious spaceport only so far off of the Cybertronian surface, where the Axalon is but one of dozens of ships preparing for their departure into space, the small explorer ship almost dwarfed next to the more defined and armed ships all around it.
But it was by no means any less busier, as loading mechanisms meticulously loaded the sleeping protoforms of the maximals in their cryonic state for the voyage ahead, machinery performed last checks, and data loads streamed back and forth between the main Bridge and the Control Hub of the entire Docking Station!
There was still much to be done here, and little time left before their alotted Departure Time, it was sure to be said, every able Maximal was needed to help prepare the ship for what lay ahead!
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 2:33 pm
::Almost done::
::The small drone rolled its six independent wheels along the unevenly plated surfaces of the Axalon, keeping the magnets running in them to keep her form in place, as a large mechanical arm swung round, swapping heads to open and reveal a welding torch that set to work on one of the platings she'd registered earlier as being a little loose...::
::Although, it should have been stressed when Ratchet said a 'little' loose... it was very literal... approximately 0.00000001 percentiles out of place compared with any other 'acceptable' plating...::
::But that was her, always a high standard, always playing the numbers...::
::It almost seemed a mystery why a Cybertronian interested in numbers and figures and data had joined the Axalon, and given up a seat on the Maximal Scientific Council to do so no less...::
::But here she was, her eighth mission on the Axalon... as her slow moving drone form now finished her work with a satisfied hiss of the torch that folded back once more, and she descended down the ships hull, before suddenly...::
Ratchet, maximise!
::Leaping mid-transformation, the sides of the drone unfolded into arms and legs, her head rising out of the main compartment, as the underside of the drone made her forward body, and the mechanical arm hung, folded and locked in behind her back::
::One of the few female Cybertronians the crew could boast, Ratchet looked upon her work with a small affordable pride, and nodded::
She'll do. ::She finally declared::
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2007 7:21 pm
"Good job, Ratchet." A deep voice rumbled, the voice being revealed as having come from a white truck-like vehicle that had flown in after Ratchet had transformed. Coming to a halt at about eye level with the repair bot, the vehicle suddenly transformed, the cab twisting around a few times as the back part popped apart and split. The two exhaust ports slid up into place on distinct shoulders.
The final product was a bot that stood significantly taller than Ratchet, and a tad more dangerous looking, what with the missile launcher on each shoulder. Nodding a bit as his blue eyes did a quick sweep of the ship, the Axalon commander looked down at his subordinate, clapping her lightly on the shoulder. "Glad to see you're as detailed orientated as ever."
Stepping up onto the landing platform, Ice took a quick glance around before walking up the rest of the ramp and heading straight for the command cabin. Sitting down in his chair, the rather large bot let out a slight groan as he sat down. Running his hands along the arms of the chair slowly, he finally just shook his head and tapped one of the keys, a screen immediately popping up from the floor area in front of him. Tapping a couple more keys, Ice put on a neutral smile as a slightly darkened room popped up on the dark screen, the darkness illuminated only by three sets of blue eyes.
"Elders of the Imperium. The Axalon is ready for take off." His deep voice rumbled again, though it was in a significantly more 'official' tone than he had given Ratchet.
"It's too bad that we can't say the same for the crew, hm, Ice?" Another deep voice murmured in return, the voice barely resonating from the screen.
His own blue eyes darkening a bit in concern, the commander of the Axalon sat forward, a frown overtaking his attempt at a pleasant smile. "I beg your pardon, Elders?"
"To put it simply, Ice," Another voice started up, this one being slightly higher pitched and smoother than the one preceding it. "The last of the Crew hasn't arrived at this point. We simply cannot allow you to leave Cybertronian space with the small crew you have at this point."
Allowing his eyes to light up again to their normal tone, Ice sat back in his seat again, letting out a sigh as he felt the missiles he had started to load into his shoulders slide back into place in their hidden storage compartments on his body. "Surely the sector you're sending me to isn't so dangerous that you would think a full crew would be necessary?"
"I'm afraid that it very likely could be, Commander Ice. And, since Prime hasn't been seen in recent times, we simply can't allow an undermanned vessel to leave. You will not be giving launching permission until the rest of your crew has arrived. Is this understood?" A third voice spoke up, this one much rougher than the other two preceding it, though the it wasn't that much deeper than the second voice.
Clenching one of the command arms lightly at the mention of Prime, Ice finally nodded. "Understood, elders."
"Good." The screen switched off.
Tapping yet another key on the arm of the chair, the rather large transformer frowned as he looked down and noticed that the edges of the other arm of the chair had been crumpled. "Oh on...Ratchet won't happy with me if she sees that...."
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 12:05 pm
::Things were slowly calming down in the loading bay, as less and less activity began to make itself apparant as loading arms and mechanisms began to fold back into their individual hangars... Ratchet nodded... Axalon was almost ready for departure now...::
::She hailed the elevator beneath the bridge, stepping in, and waiting as she was sent upward... in all her time, in all her missions, she'd hardly seen the scenario change over... her and Ice, and the rest of the crew, these ship walls were certainly seeming more like a home than the private quarters she'd held back at Iacon...::
::She almost afforded a sentimental smirk when she came on deck, and found herself entering at the end of the Captain's call...::
"Oh no... Ratchet won't be happy with me if she sees that..."
::Ratchet sighed, and shook her head a little as she stepped forward, her light frame barely made a noise of metal on metal as she came up alongside Ice's station::
You know... I thought we reinforced this with Jovian Titanium already... ::She commented, letting a scanner subsconsciously take down the damage on the chair's arm and filing it away in memory to be fixed later...::
She's ready to leave once the 'Special Delivery' is installed and we have everything locked down, sir. ::She took a quick and formal air, saluting briefly, awaiting whatever be needed next of her!::
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2007 7:30 pm
Blinking in clear surprise as Ratchet appeared beside him, Ice let out a slow sigh and smiled in appreciation at her. "Good to know, Ratchet. This old bird isn't taking off for a while longer, though. We have to wait for the rest of the crew to get here, and I have no idea when they'll be arriving. It could be anywhere between a few minutes to a few months. Just make sure that everything is ready in preparation for the special delivery...and would it be too much trouble for you to repair this chair?"
Giving the feminine Maximal a sheepish look, the white transformer rubbed the back of his slightly large head. "I'll admit, the Maximal council is as hard to deal with as ever. I'll get around to getting a new punching bag so that you don't have to worry about continuing to repair various parts of the ship. Honestly."
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 2:49 pm
(Not sure if I can post here)
Her past was unknown to her but she didn't think about it now. Her adoptive parent units had told her that she should look to the path ahead of her and not the path behind her. So like a good little femme she listened and focused on her schooling and her career. So here she was wondering yet again why she was here.
Unsure as to where she is going Icefox walks into the docking area. Her joints looked like they were frozen over, but it was only an icy blue color as were her eyes the rest of her body was white with a slight tint of blue. She had twin guns at her side and was looking around. Since she was new to the area she remained quite and silent as she could be while trying to figure out where she was supposed to go. All that she knew was that this was the dock she was to go to. Her movements were like water as she moved like a person who danced for all her life. Was she a dancer? No. She was an engineer who loved to dance on her spare time, so she had no reason to get to know anyone else. Not that she was brave enough to activly walk up to someone and talk to them. Only when she saw no other option would she walk up to someone and say somthing.
She knew that if she didn't find where she needed to go that she would have to talk to someone.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 8:59 am
Hmm... well, for starters, my new engineer is here ::Ratchet nodded upwards at one of the monitors currently showing several angles of the ship, including one with Icefox now in view as she walked around the ship vacantly:: So that's one down...
::She looked back to Ice and raised a brow slightly as she folded her arms:: Aaaaand, your chair? ::She tapped against the side of her helmet casing:: I've backlogged it, along with the other non-essential maintenences for later...
I'll get on it after I speak to the new bot... you want to go back down and check on that 'special delivery' again? ::She nodded to the screens once more as she walked off again, and maybe he'd catch it, maybe he'd need to look twice over the screens before he'd see the large platform that had entered the loading bay with a single stasis pod bolted down and secured to it, with a large red X inscribed over its surface...::
~~~~~~~
Welcome to the Axalon! ::A voice suddenly rung out clear and loud before Icefox could check her audio sensors for static build up, as there certainly appeared to be no-one present...::
::And then slowly, as she was left to look around for the owner of the voice, a long arm extended down to tap the bot on the shoulder, and draw her attention to the service bot attached to the ship's hull, as Ratchet remained in her alternate mode, clinging in place as the arm waved for her:: Nice to see another bot on the maintenence crew around here!
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 3:29 pm
At first her reaction was to flip whomever touched her then when she saw that the bot was a friendly she calmed. She smiles and nods.
"Hello. My name is Icefox. I was told to come here to be continue my career as an engineer. Thank you for greeting me."
She bows a bit before straightening herself and looking around.
"Where is my post?"
Her ice blue optics showing confusion.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 8:07 pm
Nodding to confirm that he understood what he had been told by the repair bot, Ice stood up from his chair, thumping his index finger against the damaged section of the arm once. 'I really need to stop being so bitter towards the council. Not their fault that Primal is MIA...'
Casting a smile over at Ratchet, the rather large bot turned and thumped down to the cargo bay, punching in a code once he reached the bay. 'This is going to be a dangerous thing to do....'
Stepping inside, Ice kept his eyes locked on the stasis pod across the way until the door clanged shut behind him. With heavy and reluctant steps, the commander of the Axalon walked over to the X-inscribed piece of machinery, running a hand along it slowly. "Where we did we go wrong...."
His voice was low, but his agitation at the task placed upon his crew was obvious. "You just make sure to stay nice and quiet, understand?" Ice rapped his knuckles at the very center of the X, sighing before turning and walking back out of the cargo boy, making sure it sealed behind him.
Walking up to the command bay again, the white bot plopped down into his chair again, grunting a bit at the contact. 'Might be time for me to go in for a tune up. I'm not exactly a young bot anymore....'
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 8:24 am
You're looking at it. ::Ratchet replied simply enough, watching the strange mannerisms of the new member of the Axalon... a curious frame and design, as her scanners pushed their way under the armor into the tertiary layout of the Maximal...::
::Still, they hadn't welcomed the engineer aboard for her manners, as she took a deep internal sigh, and decided it was time to show herself properly::
Ratchet, maximise! ::The bot flipped off the surface of the Axalon, twisting parts as she went until she had returned to cybertronian mode, standing once more before Icefox, it was a comparison in the vast design difference between the two femme bots, Ratchet seemed far less feminine in her clunky design, still showing parts of her drone mode, not to mention her access panel was a good size or two smaller than Icefox's chestplate...::
::But still, Ratchet shook off any feelings of competitiveness at having another female Maximal on board, and nodded at the ship now:: You'll be working with me on pretty much the whole ship while the rest of the crew's in stasis!
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 5:51 pm
Not really bothered with how she looked or anything she simply nods and hands her a data pad. Her voice still monotone for now she was Icefox the engineer not Icefox the Maximal.
"This is my datapad record on my past expirences and personality. If I am to working under you it will be a learning journey then."
She remains still and unmoving after having held out her information. The data pad shows that she has no past and has no memory short of when she was found by a pair of civilian Maximals. After that she had been sent to school and when she grew old enough she studied engineering. It also allowed her to know that Icefox currently had a pair of ice guns that she had practiced with for several years. Icefox had no to love short of the adoptive parental units and that she was pretty much alone all through her learning years. Icefox knew that she had no memories and something deep inside her told her that she would not want to know.
"Ma'am? May I ask as to why you joined them? I merely wished to know."
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 2:36 pm
::Ratchet accepted the datapad with a simple nod, but didn't appear to do more than give it a glance, as she placed it on her hip, where it appeared to hang by one of the magnets that she had clung to the ship with::
::Although she laughed slightly, shaking her head:: That one... I can't really answer for you...
::Which certainly seemed true... if Icefox were to ask any crew members still active... even the Captain Ice... there was no-one who'd ever shared with Ratchet a canister or two of oil at the bar or even shared a story from her...::
::Sure, they could tell her about Ratchet having passed up a chair on the Maximal High Science Committee for the place on the Axalon, or her almost impeccable record, but no bot could tell her WHY Ratchet was there...::
I won't ask anyone their reasons, so don't expect to hear much from me... anything related to the ship you want to check before you plug yourself in for a diagnostic?
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 12:31 pm
Icefox shakes her head and gives a ghost of a smile.
"I will learn the layout of the Axalon in due time ma'am."
Still in her monotone voice a bit of nervousness creeps into it's tone. Icefox knew that to join this crew meant leaving her home, but still there was that sense of unease in the air. She knew everyone when she lived with her parental units, but now she was going to be among a group of strangers far from home.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 3:52 pm
::Ratchet only shook her head away with a slight laugh:: Well, unfortunately, you won't have much of a luxury to give it due time...
Take off could be any time, and if something pops a bolt, I don't want to have to give you a list of directions to get to the other end of the ship to repair the Drive Plate!
::She about turned, moving to the Bridge Elevator that opened as she hailed it, not welcoming Icefox to do the same, but not discouraging it either... they still had a lot of work ahead of them!::
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 4:34 pm
Not really sure of what was procedure Icefox simply followed what Ratchet did. Of course she was also courious as to what the others looked like at this time. However she knew better than to ask on her first day. She also saw no point in it as most likely she would be more concered with whatever work she was going to be doing. Although that didn't stop her from humming a soft song that her mother unit had taught her.
On the outside she would look like she was humming and moving to and fro in the spot she was standing in, but in her mind she was dancing and she was like a free spirit.
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