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Post by Ulti on May 24, 2015 15:44:08 GMT
THE WAREHOUSE No fighting All RP/Forum rules apply The armory is a large place, with Workshops and firing ranges, but where does it all come from? Where are the supplies kept? The simple answer, The Warehouse. A large storage depot made from the renovated remains of the Ark's storage deck. With the fact it is now part of a mountain, the Warehouse was given space to expand as autobot miners dug into it to create more storage space. Thus, the Warehouse is a large area, stockpiled full of everything you'll need for war. Piles of Ammunition of each and every type available, an abundance of various armor plates and other things one would expect in a place like this. The Warehouse is accessible by all, and large hovercarts are in use to transport massive amounts of whatever you'll need. Everything is kept neat and tidy, stacked on large shelves tall as Bruticus himself, with mechanical devices to retrieve everything that is typed onto the datapads you can find at the entrance, or alternatively others found around the base can be linked to the system.
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Post by Ulti on May 24, 2015 16:05:33 GMT
Trekking from the medbay's repair room, Dashside soon came to the doors of the Warehouse. She was here often, to get materials to make weapons, tools or other items, and this time was no exception. Floor tiles started to shift and retract, sliding out of the way as a device rose up from the ground, moving for a moment before locking it's gaze at Dashside, a small and harmless laser beam emitting from it's front. Then the beam spread out into a line and moved up and down Dashside various times, scanning her. It recognized her as autobot, causing the doors to slide open and the 4 guns that had extended from the ceiling, all of which had been trained on her to slide back up, as the scanner did the same, but in the opposite direction, as all 5 devices were covrred over again by various tiles.
She stepped into the room, looking at the vast shelves, all filled with various materials. After looking in a few moments of awe as she always did when she visited, Dashside reached into her subspace pouch and pulled out a datapad. This datapad was new, recently "borrowed" from the repair room and was thus not uplinked. Walking over to a pedestal that stuck up from the ground, she placed the datapad on it, opening a tab on it that showed the layout of the warehouse. There she could see everything outlined as various shapes, a small red dot showing where she was. Next to her was about 40 rectangles and she placed her servo on the pad and dragged it over 8 of them. This caused 8 rectangular shapes to suddenly raise up next to her, these being hovercarts, the fact they had no kind of barriers because they used a form of magnetism to hold objects that weren't ferrous down, similar to her own conduit powers.
The femme picked up the datapad and walked to the newly activated hovercarts, which due to their programming caused them to follow her, or rather the datapad from there on out until de-activated or returned by pressing a button on the pad. Walking into one of the numerous isles, Dashside smiled as she looked up at the incredible amount of materials stacked up before her neatly on gargantuan hard-light shelves. She pressed a button on the datapad, which caused a small hovering device not unlike the hovercarts, albeit smaller to raise up. The main difference to the hovercart aside for the sizes, what that this had a large bed of mechanical servos which were of course attached to mechanical arm-like devices.
The screen on the datapad then changed, showing what was on the shelf that she had selected the device from. She took no time to decide what it was that she wanted, and upon pressing said item, the device would quickly rise up even higher to a level on the shelf she definitely couldn't reach in robot mode. It's servos grabbed the material and dragged it on, and then even more and more after that.
About half-hour later, Dashside had left the warehouse, followed by the 8 hovercarts all filled with crates of materials and metals in tow, carrying them in such vast quantities they almost scraped the corridor ceiling as she moved to her next location.
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Post by Hexiden on Jun 13, 2015 19:01:10 GMT
Hexiden peers in. He was told of a warehouse for building supplies by the head medic but he hasn't quite gotten familiar with the base format yet. ....I think this is the place, place, place.
He looks behind him to Windchime and makes a gesture to follow him inside.
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Post by windchime on Jun 21, 2015 15:30:50 GMT
Wind follows and looks around... She jumps and blushes as her collar pings.... She takes off the tag and a holographic message appears...."gone with system to check out odd signal be right back mistress...". Wind blushes and sighs.
"definitely looks like a place we can use....."she says putting the tag back on her collar.
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Post by Hexiden on Jun 21, 2015 16:01:03 GMT
Hexiden nods in agreement. Indeed, even the largest storage chamber of my hive is small in comparison, -son, -son....I don't even know where to start, start, start.
He looks around and notices a tray of datapads next to a row of hover-carts. He picks one up and looks over it as he thinks. ....I guess the first thing we should consider is the basic chassis, -see, -see.
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Post by windchime on Jun 21, 2015 16:04:03 GMT
Wind nods "also draft out what weopons...or even equipment to be installed in them .....multipurpose drones will help a lot.... If we can create them to do so...." wind says taking out her own data pad
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Post by Hexiden on Jun 21, 2015 16:10:13 GMT
Hexiden nods again as he taps on the pad and automated servers grabbed for several large sheets of light metal. And give them hover capabilities so they can work from any angle, -gle, -gle.
He looks up to her as the servos put the sheet metal onto the hover-cart. I'll look for parts for their bodies, since you know much more about medical tools than I do, do, do.
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Post by windchime on Jun 21, 2015 16:16:51 GMT
Wind nods "of course my love....we have to make sure they have idenfication software in them so they know who is not and con....,I would hate for them to be serving against us.....,not to mention a separate fail safe if..., things go wrong we can shut them down manually ...."she says tapping away on her data pad
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Post by Hexiden on Jun 21, 2015 23:21:28 GMT
Hexiden nods once more, clicking to himself in thought. Considering that...some of us are still coded with decepticon energy signatures, we should encode them to identify individual energy signatures, -tures, -tures. Do you think Cele can access that from the database, base, base?
He looks around for anything that could be used as optics and scanners.
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Post by windchime on Jun 22, 2015 6:42:17 GMT
Wind nods "of course that will be needed to be taken in consideration....I think so yes.... How ever we need to remember that celestial needs new updates soon..." she says sitting down.
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Post by Hexiden on Jun 22, 2015 20:03:04 GMT
Hexiden clicks in acknowledgement as he watches more servos grab onto his needed parts, mostly scrap and bits of old drones. I'm already on that, that, that. I looked over information about this planet earlier, so I outfitted some new holoforms for her to take on, on, on.
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Post by windchime on Jun 26, 2015 11:33:54 GMT
She winces her optics at this and then contuines to work.
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Post by Hexiden on Jun 26, 2015 16:15:19 GMT
Hexiden looks over to her, twitching his antennas as he listens around the room. AN automated servo sets the last of the materials he believes to need on the hovercart. Have you found everything you need, need, need?
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Post by windchime on Jul 1, 2015 0:13:52 GMT
Wind nods "to make a start yes......."
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Post by Hexiden on Jul 1, 2015 0:17:47 GMT
Hexiden nods back and heads back to the entrance with the hovercart of supplies. As he walks, he connects the datapad to his visor, allowing it to copy it's programming. I recall seeing a workshop on the way here, here, here. I guess we should start there, there, there.
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Post by windchime on Jul 2, 2015 3:35:09 GMT
Wind nods "yeah me to..... Let's work there...."she says smiling
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Post by Hexiden on Jul 2, 2015 4:28:03 GMT
Hexiden smiles back, letting his internal mandibles show as he was always comfortable enough around her to not hide his insecticon traits. He slides his visor back up and disconnects from the datapad as he puts it back on it's shelf. He holds a claw out to her servo.
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Post by windchime on Jul 2, 2015 4:51:45 GMT
Wind takes his servo letting him lead the way. She is happy she can be herself around hexiden..... She blushes.
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Post by Hexiden on Jul 2, 2015 5:04:11 GMT
Hexiden clicks and leads her out, while pulling the hovercart along in the other servo.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 23:36:20 GMT
The silver bot pushing along another on the berth strode in, after taking forever to find the cursed place. Stellene took a moment to take in her surroundings of all the glimmering rows of.... stuff.
"Ohboy. Well,... where do we begin?" She muttered, almost to herself, but sort of hoping that Dashside could answer.
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