Working in a storage depot was not unlike working in the archives or the Hall of Records. She had a cargo manifest she could reference for the amount of items and their location, although it did take her a moment to decipher the Decepticon’s odd numerical and glyph system. Wandering down the aisles she stopped now and then to inspect the storage crates full of items. As she checked off the first few that needed inspection without a hitch she smiled to herself. It was a surprisingly relaxing task. Or, maybe not so surprising considering her previous life.
Moving on she frowned down at the manifest and stopped in front of a crate. The items were medical in nature, sedatives she was fairly certain. The manifest stated they were all accounted for but something seemed wrong with the weight. Tapping on the screen of the dataslate she looked over the readout again. The numbers just weren’t adding up.
Setting the dataslate down on a shelf nearby she pulled the crate out onto the floor with a grunt. Checking the seal she didn’t find anything too out of place… but her instinct was telling her that something was wrong here. She should go ask-
“What’cha doin with th’crate, Autobot?” A voice growled directly behind her.
Startling she felt her battlemask slide into place as she prepared for some kind of attack. A moment later she put her battlemask away and smiled a little sheepishly up at the quartermaster.
Still on a bit of a Hiatus, but I'm slowly working on things when I have time! So here's a bit of the next chapter for you all~