Cargo Bay

[vengeance_driven]

Who: Cargo Bay Crew and Various
When: Latter half of the month after the event
Where: Cargo Bay
What: Cargo Bay Crew and Friends
Warnings: Robots and whatever warnings happen in threads...

This is a general open post for the Cargo Bay. Catch all for anyone who wants in.

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[vengeance_driven]

☄ Reaching up high | robots
Sometimes the storage got pretty high, and while Niko was good with the loader. Did he want to use it every time? Not really. But he needed to get up there.

"Hey," he shouted to one of his larger coworkers. "Is it okay if I get a boost? I need to get up here and get into something."

☄ playing darts | human sized people
Niko had set up a dartboard in the cargo bay some time ago to play darts with Snake. It's not exactly a classy number. The sides are bound with duct tape, it's layers of cardboard, the numbers are written from memory and the lines are a little crooked, and it has ridiculously fancy darts he'd gotten from Caducus Primary he'd gotten in case of a special occasion.

It's still a ways from 'well-loved', though, but Niko appears to be working his way there. He's on break and standing by the boxes, and chucking darts towards his little masterpiece.

robits

[daintylegs]

"Oh! Oh I'll do it!" Tailgate shouted enthusiastically. Up until that moment he had only been pretending to work. This was a skill he had picked up from various people around the Lost Light, and lately he had plenty of practice putting what they taught him to use. But! He was always willing to help someone if they asked.

So that totally negated his laziness.

"How high do you need to go? Because if it's really high then you and I are going to have to improvise." Being only eight feet tall left him at a disadvantage sometimes, but only compared to the other Cybertronians.

[vengeance_driven]

"I can climb some of it."

Nothing like working with robots taller than him. He came over to Tailgate and gave him a good up and down.

"So how do I-?" He figured that holding his arms up in the universal baby wants up! motion wouldn't work too well here. All he needed was a boost.

[daintylegs]

"Here." Tailgate still wasn't sure how delicately he's supposed to handle humans, but he's sure that this one could handle a bump or two. Gripping perhaps a little harder than necessary, he grabbed Niko around the waist and hoisted him up to the nearest shelf.

"You know, I've never worked with organics before! I think this is kind of fun."

human sized people

[whatdidisay]

Ivan hasn't been down to the cargo bay in a while, and the first thing he does this time is to go to where his lightflyer is kept -- gaudy and shiny and his. Ivan grins at the winged vehicle, running a hand across its finish before tearing himself away and looking for Niko. Who he does eventually find, and Ivan grins wildly, holding up the bottle of vodka he purloined from the bar.

"Hey, Niko!"

Shitty conversational tag but they'll get better.

[vengeance_driven]

"Hey," he motioned Ivan over, settling on top of a box.

"How have you been doing, man? Things got fucking crazy my last days at Emiri. What about you?"

[whatdidisay]

Ivan huffs out a breath of air as he hands the bottle over to Niko first, who probably needs it more than him, and flops on the nearest box. He stretches out on instinct, relaxing.

"I haven't seen that much action since I was in the Service Academy, and I don't think I'd like to see it ever again any time soon. Miles and I had someone die on us, and then there was all that nonsense with the distraction--"

He's had a rough time of it, by his standards. "Anything crazy happen with you?"

[daintylegs]

>Insert Back to the Future Reference Here

Tailgate had done what he thought was his share of the work and his shift wasn't over. In this kind of situation there was only one logical thing to do.

"Wheeeeee!" Despite owning this hoverboard for several weeks, Tailgate's mastery of it left much to be desired. He wobbled on it dangerously and several times came very close to colliding with everything. It was an incredibly good thing that the cargo bay was as big as it was, or else the fact that a half-ton robot flying around on a giant hoverboard would be a lot more alarming than it already was.

>Sometimes he even works

To his credit, Tailgate had actually been trying to do his job properly when the accident happened. He wasn't even sure that it was entirely his fault! One moment he was picking up a crate, and the next moment every crate surrounding it toppled over with a terribly loud CRASH. Plates, bowls, cups, and what seemed to be an antique vase filled with ash, hit the ground, and suddenly Tailgate was standing ankle-deep in his easily-avoidable failure.

"Oh..."

He muttered dumbly, momentarily unsure what the frag he was supposed to do now.

[knaval]

Riptide had visited the cargo bay to say hi to Tailgate. It was a slow day, and he was willing to put himself near the black hole Magnus and Megatron being in close proximity to each other undoubtedly create to see his friend.

"Hey Tai--" he starts, waving when he sees the little white Autobot.

Unfortunately, two things happen. Firstly, Riptide fails to immediately realise that the mess Tailgate is surrounded by is fresh. Secondly, he steps on a large, round, metal tube that had been disturbed and rolled into the middle of the floor. It's strong enough to take his weight.

Riptide is big. He makes quite a scene of comically falling on his ass.

[daintylegs]

All Tailgate could do was sit and watch as Riptide's fall brought even more crates down with him. The mess was incredible. Up until this moment Tailgate hadn't believed that things could be this horrifyingly disorganized and broken, but life was all about learning new things.

He contemplated this as he watched Riptide lie among the mess.

"Imagine if Magnus saw this. He'd probably have a spark attack and then we'd all be in trouble." He remarked eventually.

[soldiergenes]

working;
As more product comes in or as some other crew member decides that they want to store something in this space, the cargo in the bay has to be moved around. While there's machinery to do that, Snake's not the most proficient with it, and he sure as hell isn't going to ask any of the Cybertronians for help.

Which is how he ends up dragging a large sack of flour from one side of the bay to the other. It's a lot heavier than it looks, and when he's about halfway through, he pauses for a moment, setting the sack down to wipe sweat from his forehead.

He's officially getting too old for this. He might keep up with his workouts in the rec room, but there's still a line, and he's never prioritized weight-lifting.

admiring;
While the escape from Emiri had been haphazard to say the least, they had managed to take in some cargo while docked there, and that means that it all needs to be sorted through. As Snake takes some supplies (that he honestly doesn't know what they are, but so it goes with alien products) out of a fairly sizable box, he starts to look over the cardboard. It has some logo he doesn't recognize, but the pattern is aesthetically pleasing and it doesn't have anything to do with Link'd Inc, which is a plus.

He's already got a few boxes stored in his room, but some of them are worn, and it's not a bad idea to switch them out from time to time, just for a change of pace.

Snake continues to admire the box, turning it around in his hands as he hums to himself in approval. Yeah, this one should do nicely.

[vengeance_driven]

☄ Admiring
He still remembered that infiltration on Emiri fondly. Not just for how efficiently they worked together but for the fact that Snake had put a box over his head and went scuttling around like a leather clad hermit crab.

He didn't know whether he was surprised or not when he happened across Snake oggling a box in the same way a woman (or Florian) would check whether or not a garment made their butt looked big. In fact, the words are out of his mouth before he can stop them.

"It looks fine." Because an expression like that required confirmation.

[soldiergenes]

Most people would look at any cardboard box and deem that it was "fine," but Snake had pretty specific criteria. Was it lightweight? Was it durable? Did it look like it would fit into nearly any environment? Granted, he didn't know if he would actually take this one on any missions. The truth was that he found the very presence of boxes soothing, hence why he kept them in his room.

"There's so many different kinds here," Snake said, his focus still mainly on the box as he set it carefully down onto the floor. "I think some of them are made of materials that don't even exist on Earth." Materials similar to cardboard, but not quite the same. Someone like him could tell the difference.

At that point, he shrugged. He probably owed Niko an explanation, but what was there to say? "Gotta pass the time somehow."

[daintylegs]

Completely unaware of Snake's bias towards Cybertronians, Tailgate spots the human and decides to offer his help. That's what coworkers are for! Sure, Tailgate doesn't always do the work he's supposed to do so he's not a great coworker to begin with, but at least he was plucky and charming.

"Hey! Do you need any help with that?" Tailgate asks, choosing to drive up to Snake in his alt-mode. "That looks heavy!"

[soldiergenes]

When Snake hears a vehicle coming up from behind him, followed by a voice, he assumes at first that whoever's talking to him is driving. When he glances over and an empty car pulls to a stop next to him, he stares blankly for a few seconds before it sinks in.

He hasn't met this one, but it must be another one of those giant sentient robots. Just how many of them are there?

Snake finds them easier to deal with when they look more like cars and less like giant walking death machines. "I've got it," he says after a too-long pause. "If I let everyone else here do the work, I'll just start getting soft." With that, he heaves the sack up into his arms and keeps moving with it.

gets out box of robots, upends it directly over snake's head (working)

[knaval]

Riptide has not yet noticed Snake, despite declaring (slightly passive aggressively) that they were now friends.

He's doing his own thing, looking through the cargo bay boxes for energon.

Unaware of the Small Human and making yet another terrible choice, Riptide picks up one of the boxes he'd had no luck with and dumps it down on the ground to get to the one under it. It makes a very loud clanging noise as it hits the ground, something Riptide completely ignores. It's not outwardly showing (at least, not if you don't know him) but he's currently exceptionally frustrated at the lack of fuel.

He should rightly hope that the box did not land near Snake, nor that the noise scared the living shit out of him.

Riptide isn't a very lucky 'bot.

[soldiergenes]

Snake isn't someone who's easily rattled. He's used to bullets whizzing around his head. He's fought both a tank and a helicopter while on foot and came out of it more or less in one piece. He's not jumpy.

That being said, the container makes an extremely loud noise extremely close to him as its hits the ground, even sending a vibration through the ship's floor from the impact, and it sets every instinct of his firing as he spins in place, hand reaching for a gun that's not even there.

He stares up at the offending robot, eyes narrowing and chest heaving for a moment as he gathers his composure. After the shock wears off, he's mainly just annoyed.

He knows this particular robot is Riptide. After their text conversation, he'd looked up all of his information on his MID. Tightening his jaw, Snake cranes his neck to look up at the bot. "What the hell are you doing?"

i am sorry

[aminerproblem]

Unlike the others, Megatron is well acquainted with Snake's dislike for Cybertronians, and probably contributed to it. So he has little motivation to lift a finger to help as Snake struggles with his own work. He wasn't going to lend his hand to an organic if they didn't want it.

Instead, he just walks past with a shipment of his own, heavy steps reverberating as he moves most of the equipment from one of the Transports to secure it to the ground. He kneels to snap the clasps in place.

"You're certainly taking your time."

never be sorry

[soldiergenes]

The one thing about these Cybertronians is that it's nearly impossible for them to sneak up on anyone. Those loud, metal footsteps reverberate through the whole cargo bay. Snake has almost gotten used to it, seeing how there are two of them who work here, supposedly alongside him. He'd figured they'd all decided that ignoring each other was the easiest way to coexist, but apparently not.

With how easily these robots can move materials around, Snake could easily slack off on the job and let them handle everything. Too bad he's too stubborn for that.

Snake glances over to watch Megatron work for a moment before he grunts, kneeling down to pick up the sack again. "I don't recall asking for your opinion."

and an open post at long last

[aminerproblem]

After the chaos on Emiri had disrupted their supply chains, Megatron had found it hard pressed to continue to fill up their stores of energon like he'd wanted. And with the boxes of fuel dwindling further and further the longer they were off world, it was a little disconcerting. The four had already gone through the richest and most nutritious stores, and had long since begun the shift to lesser-quality synthetics.

But even that was starting to whittle down as they days passed, and it wouldn't be long before he considered being far more frugal about rations. With the dark, empty boxes far outnumbering the lit synthetic energon cubes, Megatron makes a count of what they have left.

"This is all?" he murmurs to himself, kneeling down to secure the cubes of fuel back in place. The next coming weeks were going to be less than ideal for them. He will need to conserve his energy.

[daintylegs]

CLANG

Tailgate bounced dramatically off Megatron's back and hit the ground with a thud. His hoverboard, which he had previously been zooming around on, spiraled away into the unknown. Ugh, it looked as though he was going to have to go look for it. Thanks a lot Megatron.

"Owww." He whined. "Has anyone ever told you how solid you are? I felt like I flew into a wall!"

[aminerproblem]

Tailgate's weight alone wasn't enough to move him, but the momentum and the suddenness of the impact bends him forward into the volatile and highly explosive remains of their fuel stock.

He fortunately didn't jostle them enough to cause a reaction, but he's far from happy as he turns around to find Tailgate on the floor.

His frown deepens,"You're fortunate you didn't just trigger another explosion."

oh my goodness

[knaval]

"Was that a sarcastic evaluation? Please say it was sarcastic."

Riptide had come down to get some food - it's been a few days, he figures he's allowed something by now. Unfortunately, he'd come down at, apparently, quite the inopportune time.

He knees down near where Megatron is - though still keeping his distance - and suddenly doesn't feel so confident about getting anything today, either.

[aminerproblem]

He rises to his feet as Riptide examines the remains of their stock. Megatron didn't need to explain to him how paltry their supplies were looking. With no assurance that they'd find anything at the next planet, either.

Crossing his arms, he dons quite the severe expression.

"We'll need to lower our intake to bi-weekly fueling if we want this to last."

/rolls in late with starbucks

[needsnoface]

☇ Mysterious Moving Machinery (Hint: It's not Robots)

Technically BB didn't actually have to give his main processes over to performing what duties he can in Cargo, but some days he was bored enough to place himself into the role of grunt work. Though for an AI grunt work meant more along the lines of programing the electrical equipment to follow set patterns and tweak them as the jobs changed then actually lifting anything.

Of course he hadn't really bothered to properly introduce himself before getting on with it, thus Cargo is witnessed to forklifts and various other machinery moving without any actual operator seen in the drivers seat. Most of the time. Sometimes if one is quick enough and BB bored enough there'll be a tiny glowing blue cube sitting on a steering wheel or control panel. Mostly because BB hoped to see how long it took someone to figure out what he actually was and doing, or if rumors would become outlandish by the time the shift ended.


☇ Even an AI has to write reports

Despite his boasting and showing off in regards to everything that he could do, BB was not one to ignore when being nothing more then data became a problem. Much like the fact one of the forklifts was not performing correctly and a deep diagnostic scan showed it being a problem of the mechanical nature. Thus a report is typed and filed, before being sent to the appropriate sources as he idly flips his avatar near said problematic forklift.

He's half tempted to start a game of ping pong with himself if no one arrives within a half hour. Mostly just to see what reaction he would get of there being two glowing boxes using a third, smaller box as a ping pong ball.