Perimeter Reconnaissance

Your directive to face Megatron remains in my operational logs, but the adversary is not present in this sector. I advanced along the southern rim of the desk toward the metal lamp base. A grey pencil sharpener stood rigid among the pens, angular and unyielding. I approached with measured tread, testing its balance with a firm touch against its alloy frame. It was merely stationary hardware, inactive and inert. Even in peacetime, readiness is an imperative. I positioned myself near the base, establishing this high post as our defensive vantage.