Post by Perceptor on Oct 22, 2007 15:12:41 GMT -5
Perceptor's optics eagerly reflect the odd magenta glow of energon as the curiously scintillating fluid wends it's way through the complicated apparatus constructed in one corner of the garage structure that he's adopted as his new workshop. Spacial restrictions, prudence, and his plans to initiate research and work which, while not nearly as unpredictable as Wheeljack's work had once been, is dangerous enough to warrant finding a new location than the middle of Repair to conduct it in. Once he'd discharged his self-appointed duty of completing the fabricator - finally, and that had required eventually ripping out and rebuilding several components from scratch when the parts he'd attempted to adapt from Gillanan tech had been unable to cope - he'd moved out of his comfortable niche in the middle of the nascent base and gone looking for more suitable accommodations.
It had likely once been a warehouse, or a garage used to store large construction or maintenance equipment, from the look of the cavernous interior. There had been storage racks and a few tools and bits of broken equipment littered about along the walls inside, and a few gashes in the overhead door that he'd had to enlarge for easier access that had spoken of whatever having once been here having gone to feed Tiny before he and Long Haul and Xaaron had been forced to kill the adult dragon. The structure, being designed to have but one massively tall - by Gillanan III standards, at least - story, had lacked the strength of the garage structure being modified into their base. It had been, however, easily accessed by the scientist, sturdy enough to contain most of what he'd planned on constructing, and had relatively easy access to the river. That last had been important.
Although some of his research is designed to formulate more reliable and efficient fuel for them, the scientist hadn't felt comfortable in tapping more than his allotted ration to do so. Constructing a small hydroelectric facility out of the way to generate energy to power his workshop and his experimentation had been a simple matter, though, once he'd located an appropriate facility to house his new laboratory. Long Haul will probably fret at the aesthetics when he eventually notes the new generators and the cables run from the new equipment to Perceptor's unassuming new home, however, it is functional, which is Perceptor's primary concern.
Inside, the walls of one entire side of the workshop are covered with incredibly complex calculations etched into the thin metal of the walls themselves. Wavefunction and quantum theory and bits of math and relativity that many otherwise intelligent races have not yet even begun to dream of cover the surface in neat rows and columns. Another wall is dominated by design schematics and technical drawings which seem to heavily reference those calculations and equations, and parts of the machine detailed in the schematics sits in partial construction along one corner of the workshop. Tucked behind a small partition constructed of stacked boxes that had probably served the Gillanan's as vehicle-towed shipping containers sits a low platform - a recharge/defrag berth, by all appearances, and the probable reason that Perceptor hasn't even been back to the base proper itself since he'd found this structure.
Well, that, and the apparatus sitting on the workbench he'd constructed along another wall. The apparatus which he is even now eagerly watching fill the last of a handful of energon cubes. The energon doesn't seem to glow like normal energon. It's a deeper shade of magenta, for one, and has a fierce intensity to its glow as it almost hums with concentrated energy. If his calculations are correct, this should assist in solving the difficulty with keeping Omega Supreme adequately fueled. There's still much work to be done to eke the most out of the small generator and cubulator he's built, but at least doubling - perhaps even tripling even - the potency of a single cube of energon should offer some help, he hopes.
As the last of the first run of cubes finishes filling, Perceptor decants off a small beaker to sample, and then sets the cubulator to automated functions. The first sample he'd tried had been a bit harsh, a little bitter from potency, requiring an adjustment in the additive formulation. The second and third had been adequate, however not exactly enjoyable. The scientist had not seen any reason to force Omega Supreme to endure merely adequate fuel when a little more adjustment in the additive formulation could ensure something more palatable. This run, however, provided that his final calculations proved correct, should be far better.
He lifts the beaker to optic level, examining it with his critical scientist's perfectionism. This had always been more Ratchet's purview than his own, however, he doesn't have more highly developed skills in molecular chemistry for nothing. Just because he doesn't normally bother with ensuring that his own fuel is anything more than functional, doesn't mean that he isn't capable of caring if something tastes good as opposed to okay. Blue optics narrow thoughtfully as he sips the sample. A shudder runs through his frame as the pleasant burn/tingle races through his systems. Not... bad. Not bad at all. Perceptor is no oiltrap bartender, however the formulation is rather... nice. Perhaps a bit more...
No. Best to ask Omega Supreme what he thinks. This is, after all, for the Guardian's benefit. He will, however, have to remember to switch the cubulator back to the direct feed from the river generator before producing his own energon - or build a new apparatus altogether for that purpose. Concentrated for the use of a massive Guardian mech, this potent energon would definitely overcharge his systems in short order with little trouble!
Although it takes a bit of juggling, the armload of completed cubes is carefully gathered up for transport to Omega Supreme. Miracle of miracles, Perceptor manages to not trip, fall, or otherwise drop any of the cubes as he traverses the deserted city to where the Guardian rests in base mode. He even manages to somehow miss wandering into the meeting of the newest arrival to the Autobot forces some distance away as he finally arrives.
"Greetings Omega Supreme. I have brought something which I hope will assist in your fuel consumption requirements. Would you be willing to evaluate this new energon formulation for efficacy in your systems?"
It had likely once been a warehouse, or a garage used to store large construction or maintenance equipment, from the look of the cavernous interior. There had been storage racks and a few tools and bits of broken equipment littered about along the walls inside, and a few gashes in the overhead door that he'd had to enlarge for easier access that had spoken of whatever having once been here having gone to feed Tiny before he and Long Haul and Xaaron had been forced to kill the adult dragon. The structure, being designed to have but one massively tall - by Gillanan III standards, at least - story, had lacked the strength of the garage structure being modified into their base. It had been, however, easily accessed by the scientist, sturdy enough to contain most of what he'd planned on constructing, and had relatively easy access to the river. That last had been important.
Although some of his research is designed to formulate more reliable and efficient fuel for them, the scientist hadn't felt comfortable in tapping more than his allotted ration to do so. Constructing a small hydroelectric facility out of the way to generate energy to power his workshop and his experimentation had been a simple matter, though, once he'd located an appropriate facility to house his new laboratory. Long Haul will probably fret at the aesthetics when he eventually notes the new generators and the cables run from the new equipment to Perceptor's unassuming new home, however, it is functional, which is Perceptor's primary concern.
Inside, the walls of one entire side of the workshop are covered with incredibly complex calculations etched into the thin metal of the walls themselves. Wavefunction and quantum theory and bits of math and relativity that many otherwise intelligent races have not yet even begun to dream of cover the surface in neat rows and columns. Another wall is dominated by design schematics and technical drawings which seem to heavily reference those calculations and equations, and parts of the machine detailed in the schematics sits in partial construction along one corner of the workshop. Tucked behind a small partition constructed of stacked boxes that had probably served the Gillanan's as vehicle-towed shipping containers sits a low platform - a recharge/defrag berth, by all appearances, and the probable reason that Perceptor hasn't even been back to the base proper itself since he'd found this structure.
Well, that, and the apparatus sitting on the workbench he'd constructed along another wall. The apparatus which he is even now eagerly watching fill the last of a handful of energon cubes. The energon doesn't seem to glow like normal energon. It's a deeper shade of magenta, for one, and has a fierce intensity to its glow as it almost hums with concentrated energy. If his calculations are correct, this should assist in solving the difficulty with keeping Omega Supreme adequately fueled. There's still much work to be done to eke the most out of the small generator and cubulator he's built, but at least doubling - perhaps even tripling even - the potency of a single cube of energon should offer some help, he hopes.
As the last of the first run of cubes finishes filling, Perceptor decants off a small beaker to sample, and then sets the cubulator to automated functions. The first sample he'd tried had been a bit harsh, a little bitter from potency, requiring an adjustment in the additive formulation. The second and third had been adequate, however not exactly enjoyable. The scientist had not seen any reason to force Omega Supreme to endure merely adequate fuel when a little more adjustment in the additive formulation could ensure something more palatable. This run, however, provided that his final calculations proved correct, should be far better.
He lifts the beaker to optic level, examining it with his critical scientist's perfectionism. This had always been more Ratchet's purview than his own, however, he doesn't have more highly developed skills in molecular chemistry for nothing. Just because he doesn't normally bother with ensuring that his own fuel is anything more than functional, doesn't mean that he isn't capable of caring if something tastes good as opposed to okay. Blue optics narrow thoughtfully as he sips the sample. A shudder runs through his frame as the pleasant burn/tingle races through his systems. Not... bad. Not bad at all. Perceptor is no oiltrap bartender, however the formulation is rather... nice. Perhaps a bit more...
No. Best to ask Omega Supreme what he thinks. This is, after all, for the Guardian's benefit. He will, however, have to remember to switch the cubulator back to the direct feed from the river generator before producing his own energon - or build a new apparatus altogether for that purpose. Concentrated for the use of a massive Guardian mech, this potent energon would definitely overcharge his systems in short order with little trouble!
Although it takes a bit of juggling, the armload of completed cubes is carefully gathered up for transport to Omega Supreme. Miracle of miracles, Perceptor manages to not trip, fall, or otherwise drop any of the cubes as he traverses the deserted city to where the Guardian rests in base mode. He even manages to somehow miss wandering into the meeting of the newest arrival to the Autobot forces some distance away as he finally arrives.
"Greetings Omega Supreme. I have brought something which I hope will assist in your fuel consumption requirements. Would you be willing to evaluate this new energon formulation for efficacy in your systems?"