393/Infighting, Pranks, & Foolery

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Infighting, Pranks, & Foolery
Date of Scene: 04 October 2017
Location: Autobot Academy
Synopsis: Hyperdrive gets bullied at the Academy. Prowl and Hammerstrike intervene, but still don't approve of his behavior.
Cast of Characters: Prowl, Hammerstrike, Hyperdrive


Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is currently looking around at the buildings and getting the lay of the land. Though he's not really paying attention to the direction he's walking since he's gazing at the buildings and juggling a ball in one hand.

Prowl has posed:
    As Hyperdrive is exploring, a group of more advanced cadets spot him and start snickering. They can distinctly be heard whispering loudly amongst themselves, as if they are trying to feign attempting to be discreet but as a matter of fact actually do want him to hear what they're saying...

    "Haha, look it's that stupid guy who accidentally painted Lietenant Overload bright orange!"
    "Sweet Sigma's lattice that was hilarious. I wonder what made him think that was a good idea..."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive hears them but doesn't respond, instead he works on balancing the ball on his hand carefully before flipping it up and over to his other hand. At one point he catches it on the back of his hand and glances to see where some of his other classes are going to be. He makes to wave at those people he has seen around or anyone who waves at him.

Prowl has posed:
    As he's passing by, one of the bulkier cadets standing in the group of gossipers suddenly turns around and grabs him by the shoulder rudely, potentially causing him to drop the ball. "Hey rookie," he taunts, his tone condescending. "I got a bit of news for you. This is -military- school, not primary programming school, got it?" The other begin to laugh more at this.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive acks as he's suddenly taken off guard by the larger Cadets. The ball bounces away from him but he keeps his optics on the cadet. "Ah yes Military school, my mistake. I'm assuming you skipped primary programming since last time I checked that we were on the same team and ya seem to have alot of negative energy focuses on yer fellow bots. Either that or ya picked the wrong shield. But perhaps we just got off on the wrong foot, My name is Hyperdrive. I've just joined and was looking for where I'm to take some of the classes so I won't be late. I hope we get to serve together." He offers a hand in greeting.

Prowl has posed:
    They stare at Hyperdrive for a moment after his little speech, then burst out laughing. "Aw, look he's trying to be nice!" More laughter. "Nah, -you're- the one who skipped primary school, pal because military means you -don't- do things like oh you know blowing up paint grenades in officers' faces!" The others are hysterial with laughter, now.

    One of them picks up the ball he dropped and starts tossing back and forth. "And what's this? A toy? You gonna take that onto the battlefield with you?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins at the bully, "That only happens when the officer confiscates what was supposed to be a prank on my best friend. And as fer the ball...I'll be takin somethin similar ta the battlefield with me. That ball is the same weight and size as my ordinance." He is now balancing a flashbang on his hand. He flips it into the air twice. "By practicin with the ball, I keep my skills up and ready in case I have a real conflict." Catching the flashbang, he balances it on a finger before his dark visor comes down across his optics and he uses the other hand to slap the bottom of the hand holding the flashbang. The flashbang launches straight up into the air before detonating. Now luckily this one isn't one of his actual combat level bombs, it has a bright flash but no bang. In the meantime Hyperdrive tries to get his other ball using the distraction to cover his actions.

Prowl has posed:
    The flash catches the gossipers off guard, temporarily disorienting them and allowing Hyperdrive to regain possession of the object. That tall one who talked to him first recovers fairly quickly though, and he definitely isn't happy.

    "WHY YOU WORTHLESS SLAG-LICKER!" he shouts, and attempts to grab the smaller mech by the neck and pin him against the wall for a fist-to-the face. However, having not completely recovered from the effects of the flash, he only manages to stumble into one of his friends.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive uses his smaller size and agility to move deftly out of the way. His ball is put safely away and eyes the group, a grin appearing, "I'll be fergivin yer actions due ta the stress of trainin and the war and all. We're on the same team, but make no mistake, yer gonna underestimate someone at the wrong time and it might cost ya yer life." He looks almost relaxed except for small indicators that he is completely ready to move again if he needs to or do more to protect himself. There's a slight vibration along his frame. His optics however don't show the same level of carefree that he had before. He's quite aware that the group is more than willing to actually hurt him.

Prowl has posed:
    Oh, they definitely are planning on hurting him, especially now that the effects of that flash grenade has mostly worn off. The one who threw the first punch is still trying to get up out of the heap he's fallen into with the mech he ran into, but there are still like three others looking ready to lunge at him at the same time.
    "Ha, lucky little scrapheap!" one of them taunts. "But you won't get away this time!"
    "Yeah! I'm gonna beat the slag outta you!" the other calls out, putting a fist in his palm. They make a grab for him again.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive gets grabbed by the two so that each of his arms is being held. The third one coming in would have the luxury of just pummeling him except that the agile little slagger uses the two holding him and swings his body completely around, either avoiding the mech completely or planting some feet into the mech as his body comes completely around.

Prowl has posed:
    What with the shouting, flash grenade and punching, by now the ruckus has gathered quite a crowd. But it seems no one has been willing to stand up to this group of bullies just yet. They're probably the same sort who threw Rung across the room at Maccaddam's back before the war started.

    Hyperdrive does manage to kick the third mech who comes after him, though the first two grab him and pin him against the wall, getting ready to start giving him the beating they think he deserves!

Hammerstrike has posed:
Ruckuses are one of many things that Hammerstrike disapproves of, especially among cadets. Not that Hammerstrike was an officer with any real authority in the academy. Actually, his presence there was merely on a small errand for a superior officer. Clearly, not a rush job if he asked Hammerstrike. And Hammerstrike had completed said and purposely left vague errand when a flash and some yelling had caught his attention. Although not really any of his business, he began stomping towards the disturbance in his plodding, measured fashion, a large scowl on his face as he turns the corner and sees the group of cadets in the distance. The large, boxy mech, however, observes the scene for a moment, trying to figure out who the aggressors are more likely to be. His countenance grows more grim as others begin to form a crowd, watching and doing nothing.
     Unlatching his mighty hammer from his back, Hammerstrike strides into the crowd, his heavy footfall giving people enough time to move out of the way as he approaches. "YOU THERE! STOP RIGHT NOW!" Hammerstrike doesn't need to say 'or else', as the way he holds the head of his hammer in one hand and the haft in another speaks volumes.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive has no problem listening to Hammerstrike. Of course he's rather pinned by two of his arms and only has his legs available to try and fend off the 3rd guy who is still after him. He's hanging there and tries again to use words, "You've got a crowd and ya probably have superiors who are either on their way or are watchin this from cameras, I suggestin lets drop this and pretend we're allies. Or at least drop me so I can get outta here?"

Prowl has posed:
    Hyperdrive's captors laugh. "Sure thing little guy, we'll -drop- it!" With that, they let go of him all right--very roughly anyway, practically throwing him to the floor. But then Hammerstrike shows up and yells at them. And they aren't taking any slag from him.

    Mr. First Punch-Thrower glares at Hammerstrike. "Oh -yeah-? You wanna go, -ugly-?" He charges at the mech, and hits him square in the chasis--only it has absolutely no effect. It was almost as if he'd just smashed himself into a block of zolanium steel or something. And to add insult to injury, he keeps on trying to punch him, as if repeatedly punching will somehow elicit some kind of reaction. Even just a flinch.

Hammerstrike has posed:
     Hammerstrike looks down at the smaller cadet as he begins punching him. Again and again. And Hammerstrike looks moemntarily flummoxed by this ainappropriate behaviour. Completely unaffected by the cadet, he frowns deeply and puts away his hammer calmly while the bully works out his aggression. With his hands free, Hammerstrike attempts to grab the cadet roughly and lift him up off the ground to hold him at optic level, memorising every feature of this uppity mech. Yes. He's going to remember this face, and that's not a good thing.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is launched to the ground and well there's times when being smaller comes in handy. He skitters across the ground rather than landing as hard as the other cadets intended. He moves to try and get behind Hammerstrike's legs and out of direct line of sight of the ones after him.

Prowl has posed:
    The offending cadet that Hammerstrike is not holding up in the air flails desperately. He is white, grey, and red in color with wing kibble on his back. He is sporting the red medical cross on his shoulders, so he appears to be some kind of medic-in-training. Yes, some great doctor he'll make one day, right?

    "Nnnn--put me down!" he begs pathetically, continuing to squirm uselessly. Now the others are trying to pry at Hammerstrike's arm to get him to let go. Everyone who was watching is laughing or booing or otherwise making a lot of noise. Hyperdrive is being ignored for now.

    That is, until a loud voice suddenly booms over the comms. "ENOUGH!" At this, everyone is suddenly quiet, and the bullies stop trying to punch Hammerstrike, glancing up to find none other than Prime's second-in-command and chief strategist Prowl standing there looking stern. "Private, put the cadet down. -Now-. That's an order."

Hammerstrike has posed:
Embarrassing? Perhaps. There's no sign of sheepishness or dread, or even annoyance as Hammerstrike complies and sets down the cadet. Once the cadet is out of his grasp, he turns carefully, trying not to knock over Hyperdrive in the process, and salutes Prowl. He does not offer any hurried explanations or apologies. He merely remains stoic, almost inert, awaiting any further commands.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive scrambles to his feet and stands at attention like he was taught. Though he's still somewhat hiding behind Hammerstrike. This is the first time that he's seen Prowl up close and his color pattern makes it quite obvious who he is and that he is less than pleased. Hyperdrive focuses his attention straight ahead rather than continuing to peer around Hammerstrike.

Prowl has posed:
    The gossiping bully cadets all now have very sheepish looks on their faces as they too stand at attention with the sudden arrival of an extremely high-ranking officer. "Thank you, Hammerstrike." He then turns his stern gaze on the first aggessors. "Back to your habsuites. -Now.-" he demands, pointing toward the barracks. They quickly obey, eagerly scrambling off and glad this very humiliating confrontation is finally over. Oh, they'll be hearing about their punishments later for sure.

    Then he sighs at Hyperdrive. Wasn't this the one who blew up a paint grenade of some kind on Overload? "I'll have you know, Hyperdrive, that it's against Academy regulations to detonate any kind of ammunition, explosive, grenade, or other disruptive device on campus grounds outside of training sessions or in the event of an attack."

Hammerstrike has posed:
A curt "Sir." is all the response that Prowl gets out of Hammerstrike. Somehow, saying 'you're welcome' did not seem entirely appropriate and may even come off as cheeky. A brief, formal acknowledgement seemed more fitting, and certainly was more Hammerstrike's style. He just remains standing at attention with his usual rigidity.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive stands still despite really wanting to run to his habsuite too. "I apologize sir, There was a misunderstanding that I was attempting to clarify with one of the other cadets. It won't happen like that again Sir." He would love to go finish hiding behind Hammerstrike or just completely disappearing but that doesn't seem to currently be an option. He also is trying to not be =THAT= cadet that rats everyone out either.

Prowl has posed:
    "Good." Prowl replies tersely. "I will add, however, that the protocol applies to -all- explosive devices, regardless of what they contain." Yes, including things as 'harmless' as paint. "So, the flashbang won't happen again, and neither will the paint grenade. Is that clear, cadet?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive doesn't move from attention and nods, "Yes sir, I will try not to purposely detonate any improved explosive devices in the confines of the Academy grounds Sir." He remains respectful and at attention while waiting for Prowl's further instructions or dismissal.

Prowl has posed:
    Prowl nods and waves a hand at both of them, then. "Fine, you're dismissed." Then he promptly turns to leave, because he has already wasted precious breems dealing with this ridiculous fiasco that never should have happened in the first place.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive waits as Prowl leaves before turning to Hammerstrike, "Thank you sir fer comin to my aid. I'm hopin this isn't gonna keep happenin. I'd think we'd have enough issues without bots goin after each other. I'm Hyperdrive by the way..."

Hammerstrike has posed:
     Hammerstrike adds another salute when Prowl leaves, and doesn't move until the second-in-command is out of sight. He then glances down at Hyperdrive, with as much of a heavy frown has he had worn when dealing with the bullies. He is silent for a moment, letting the full weght of his disapproving glare sink in. "Now's not the time for in-fighting. Nor is it the time for pranks and foolery." No introuction. No 'you're welcome'. Hammerstrike steps around Hyperdrive carefully and begins to head off on his own way.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns, "if they hadn't gone after me first..." He shakes his head realizing that he's not going to get a fair deal in this. "Nice welcome mat the bots put out." There is a moment where he looks frustrated but then he tries to school his features back to his usual pleasant expression.

Hammerstrike has posed:
     Hyperdrive's comments do not get a pause or backwards glance from Hammerstrike. Instead the hulking mech just lumbers off in a shroud of disapproving silence.