395/Ideals and Pot Shots

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Ideals and Pot Shots
Date of Scene: 05 October 2017
Location: Training Simulators
Synopsis: Late night training leads Hyperdrive and Swivel to discussing their ideals. Jazz apparently loves enertea.
Cast of Characters: Jazz, Swivel, Hyperdrive


Swivel has posed:
    It ws late. Most hard working and diligent cadets were already holed up for the night, either to recharge or study. And those not-so-diligent elements were probably out partying. Either way, the training simulators usually weren't overly busy at this time. Which is why Swivel had selected this time to use it. Although sometimes there were some Autobots using it to help wind down for the day, it was a quiet night. The minute femme walked almost on her tippy-toes, as if making additional noise would suddenly summon an influx of hotheads here to work off steam accumulated throughout the day. With quiet, small movements, she makes her way to the weapon rack on one edge of the room. She hastily takes down a polearm of sorts, and then grabs a whip. She looks at the both of them. Both give her reach without being firearms. Swivel leans the polearm against the wall and carries the whip with her out to the middle of the room. She does not select any training program, and instead just stands there, practicing over and over cracking the whip.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive is currently avoiding something or someone. He looks around, trying to make sure that the coast is clear before he gets in the required training time. Of course that's when he spies Swivel. That's at least someone he recognizes who he hopes isn't going to try and pick on him. Watching her with the whip, he moves so that Swivel can see him and not be startled. He is fascinated with her use of the weapon.

Swivel has posed:
     Crack. Crack. Clip. Sigh. While she is getting better with it, there re few times the whip just wobbles in the air and comes down with less force than she had intended, and just makes a soft 'woosh' instead of a satisfying 'SNAP'.
     Swivel glances up when Hyperdrive comes into her line of vision. Albeit sheepishly, she smiles to the other cadet. She coils up the whip, gripping it in her hands tightly, glancing back at the weapons rack a moment before looking back at Hyperdrive. "'Ello again, 'Yperdroiv."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "Hey there, didn't want ta disturb ya." He grins at the use of the whip, "Does that help even the odds a little when someone is after you?" The movement of others makes Hyperdrive start and turn to look at them"

Swivel has posed:
     Swivel shrugs. "I 'aven't used it in th'field yet. And only a little against trainin' drones. But that's the idea. Extend me reach somewhat." Swivel looks back to where she left a polearm leaning against a wall. "But this takes a lotter skill to use. Looked loik fun at first but is turnin' inter a lotter 'ard work. Though I'm not against 'ard work. Not at all." Swivel unravels the whip and lifts her arm, bringing it down with force and stopping abruptly to try and crack the whip again. She walks a little closer to the polearm she left behind and attends to grapple it with the whip. Not only does she fail to get the whip to wrap around the haft, she misses it entirely, hitting the rack, upsetting some of the items and causing them all to fall down in a clatter. The noise causes Swivel to withdraw suddenly, bringing up her shoulders in alarm and looking immediately towards the entrance, as if expecting someone to come in and demand what the ruckus is about.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive eeps at the noise and then laughs as they both jump. "We're a great pair aren't we?" He looks at Swivel, "So do you come here often."

Swivel has posed:
When Hyperdrive laughs, and no one busts in, Swivel also begins to laugh. She walks over to begin tidying up the little mess she made like the responsible little cadet that she is. Totally responsible. She's NEVER run off during duty and get into trouble. Ahem.
     "Yeah, guess you coo say we are." Swivel pauses, glancing down at her reflexion in a highly polished blade. After a moment's reverie, she puts it in its place. Blades. Rotors. Shudder. "I come 'ere 'en I got the time and it's not crowded. I'm a bit clumsy, so I dun really loik an audience."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive nods. "I'm still learnin what I'm capable of doin...and how ta use it offensively. Couple others found that some of my toys can be used fer other things. I really hate that there's this war makin people be like this. Or at least I hope its the war that's makin them be like they are. Otherwise some people are...well jerks." He gives Swivel another grin. "Thanks fer bein nice ta me the other day. I was feelin kinda lost. And then Blurr started actin like the others."

Swivel has posed:
     Swivel listens as Hyperdrive speaks, occasionally glancing over her shoulder at him while she finished putting everything away. "Dun mention it. I know wot it's loik t'feel lost." Swivel smiles a little. "I kinna speak fer anyone else, but Blurr's got 'is reasons fer bein' set in 'is ways. I dun agree with 'im at all, but I kin unnerstand where 'e's comin' from sommer th'toim. It's not my place ta be sharin' 'is struggles or 'is past, but it wun pretty."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive nods, "I know that by why must they insist on makin everythin else about this bad. Not Blurr. The others. I try ta make friends and they come off like how they say the Decepticons are supposed ta be. I know I'm new but I didn't...." HE stops the line of thought he's on and sighs. "I'm sorry, I'm really don't want to let them get ta me."

Swivel has posed:
     There is a thoughtful pause from Swivel. "Truth is... sometoims folk jus' feel better 'avin' summin' ter 'ate. It distracts 'em from wot they 'ate about themselves, I think. There are things I'd like to improve, but I 'ent self loathing. Therefor, I dun 'ate many folk either." Not even Prowl. She just strongly fears and dislikes him. "But, yeah, it's really 'ard ter not let folk getcha down. I know." Swivel reaches out to give Hyperdrive a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Just gotta keep doin' yer best, whoil still bein' yerself."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive says, "I'm not askin fer everyone ta outright like me. Of course I don't mind if they do. I just don't understand why they'd want to be the way they are. But it doesn't help that I'm still under factory warrenty so ta speak. There's so much out there ta learn and I want ta learn. But fer some reason that curiousity seems to bother people."

Swivel has posed:
     "Curiousity kin get dangerous." Swivel shrugs her shoulders. "A lotter toims folk are angry 'cos they're afraid. Either yer pokin' at things they dun want revealed, OR folk are scared fer yer welfare. I'm fairly sure a lotter th'toims Blurr gets mad at me is jus' 'coz 'e is scared. I believe in the good in folk, that there's another path that doesn't involve violence. But... lotter folks 've already taken the path of violence, whether they wanted to or not, and dun believe there is any other way. So 'en people start sayin' they can solve prollems without it... it kinner is a slap in their faces. Even so... I stand by my convictions."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive smiles brightly at Swivel, "Thanks...yer words reinforce what I was startin ta question. And its not that I don't want to do well. I want to be like the guys that helped save me and my friend. To make a positive difference. I can't believe that there is only room fer those that can make holes in people.

Swivel has posed:
    "Wr is scary. People die. Dying is scary. People do a lotter stuff ter survive. To me, survival is more than jus' not dyin'. T'me survival is makin' it through somethin' tough whoil stayin' true ter yerself. Yer gunna meet a lotter folk wot disagree. They will think anything goes if it means survivin', and to those that they care about, they 'ope will adopt a similar thought process. Because... folk dun loik losin' folk. Even people they barely know." Swivel turns around and leans against the wall near the rack. "But I, loik you, wanner make a positive change. And I think the Autobots kin make a positive change... but first..." Swivel pauses, uncertain whether to voice the rest of her thought. After a moment of deliberation, she substitutes a new end to her sentence. "...we need ta make sure our cadets b'ave themselves. I 'eard quoit a ruckus th'other noight. Naturally, I dinna go anywhere near it and took th'long way to my room."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive makes a face. "Yeah well I'm sure some cadets would behave themselves even better if other cadets didn't try inductin them inta the hall of pain. Though love their faces when I flashed them...." The grin returns as he's rather unrepentant about how he at least tried to hold his own.

Swivel has posed:
    Swivel slowly crosses her arms over her chest and TRIES to look disapproving. But it quickly dissolves into a grin. "So you WERE involved. But... yeah there're a few bullies. Mosly I keep me 'ead down and try notter bring attention to myself. It works fer th'most part. But I been doin' it moster me loif." Swivel picks up the whip she'd been using prior, having not put it back on the rack with the other weapons. She then looks down at her headlights. "Yeah, I've used flash'n run tactics a few toims." Didn't work the last time she tried, though.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins and pulls a small orb from a hidden compartment in his arms and tosses it in Swivel's direction. "Think fast!" Its not the full on flashbangs but something more akin to a firecracker. He watches eagerly to see if Swivel can crack the whip at it or not. Either way...this is one of the places he was told specifically he was allowd to use his stuff.

Swivel has posed:
Think fast? The only thing that Swivel ever thinks fast is EEEK RUN AWAY! And while she doesn't exactly run, rather than try and hit the small object being tossed to her with the whip she instead throws her hands up in front of her head protectively AND ducks at the same time. The mini-flashbang ends up hitting the wall behind her, and Swivel tentatively parts her hands just enough to peak at Hyperdrive to make sure he isn't throwing more things at her.

Jazz has posed:
Jazz causally enters to room and looking around to who is in there, raises his Chai Energon in a greeting and sets up the chair he was dragging along with him.

He struggles a little to unfold it with one hand but shortly figures it ou. Sits. Crosses his legs and smiles.

The light finds it lovingly and glints gloriously.

"Don't mind me, I'll maybe join in after I finish -this," he again indicates his drink by lifting it.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins at her and waits patiently. "Sorry. But awesome that you ducked it. NOt that it would have hurt ya or anythin. Ya definately got the survival insticts down. We should really set you up some targets so you can learn ta hit things like that outta the air. I saw it done before so I know YOU can learn it!" The young mech looks positively brimming with excitement at Swivel learning a new skill. Of course Jazz's appearance catches his attention and he looks at Swivel before asking softly, "So who is that. He doesn't look quite as scary as Prowl."

Swivel has posed:
A nervous twitter of a giggle can be heard coming from Swivel as Hyperdrive gushes about how cool it would be if she could hit things out of the air with a whip. As it is, she couldn't even hit the stationary target that was the polearm. "That... that'll 'ave t'be a.... work in progress." Swivel slowly unfolds herself from the crouched posture she ducked into, standing more or less straight.
     When Hyperdrive points out Jazz and asks who he is, Swivel leans closer to him and softly responds, "That's Major Jazz. Noice guy, but will be all seriousness when discipline IS necessary." Swivel remembers Hot Rod and Blurr's botched attempts at teaching a class together, and just ending up bickering like they were still in primary programming school. "Oh! Ask 'im if 'e still 'as 'Ot Rod's lesson recorded somewhere. Plenty ta learn from that, er, lecture." Swivel grins impishly.

Jazz has posed:
Jazz simply says, "I CAN HEEEEAAAARR YOOOOUUU," and he takes another sip rolling his optics. Looking from his cup to the duo then back to his cup, he decides to bring it along and uncrossing his lands stands and stretches just a little. He begins his walk over, "Swivel right? Good to see you again," then he turns a not unfriendly smile towards Hyperdrive, but there is something behind it.

"Have you and I met?"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive shakes his head, "No sir, I've not met you yet. I've met Prowl and Overload and a few others when I was inducted in with my friend. I apologize that I didn't recognize you, I'm pretty new to the whole bot thing...kinda still new to the whole upright and interactin with everyone too but not as new as the bot thing and me and swivel just met the other night but and so I saw her and decided ta talk ta her since she at least I knew and all but I think I distracted her from trainin and all but I thought it was really cool that she was usin whips and all since I've seen how hard they can be but I'm sure she'll be awesome with them soon but I probably shouldn't have distracted her from her practice with the miniflashbang but I figured we're supposed to be trainin and all but I guess I miscalculated but did ya see how fast she moved, it was awesome that she avoided it all together better than some other guys I know and all....Oh my name's Hyperdrive, Sir.."

Swivel has posed:
Swivel jumps a little when Jazz speaks up from his vantage point. She quickly looks over at him, and isn't sure whether to salute or wave. So she combines the two into some weird... salute wave. Perhaps that wasn't the best option. She corrects this by following up with a proper salute when he actually walks over and greets her.
     With Jazz' attention mostly on Hyperdrive, Swivel secrets away the whip she'd been using. She plans on borrowing it for some private practice in her own quarters, where she can screw up plenty of times without probing optics. Swivel smiles at Hyperdrive's rambling. Of course, she wouldn't say anything about it as she herself has been known to be a chatterbox at times. When Hyperdrive's long, winding explanation comes to a break, Swivel turns to Jazz. "If it's all the same, sir, I was just on my way out." Swivel glances at Hyperdrive, giving him a small wave and mouths 'good luck' before heading out.

Jazz has posed:
Jazz glances at Swivel and says, "If you are done, then you are done," he shrugs. Turning his attention back to Hyperdrive he nods a head to his cup, "I like Chai," he smirks.

While smirking he looks Hyperdrive over for a little longer then thirty clicks, really taking his time. The back to his optics he asks, "What do you do," and then with a wave of his hand towards Swivel's exit, "Don't worry about her, she's shy. It's good for her to meet mechs." *Sip*

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive waves as Swivel leaves and refocuses his attention on Jazz, "I'm kinda still learnin ALL that I can do but I've got a decent aim and found I'm good at pinpointin just the right spot ta put stuff to make the most effect....even when its on accident. So I'm kinda bein trained fer doin diversions and stuff since I'm pretty agile and my smaller stature seeems ta be handy in that way." He gives Jazz another smile since the mech seems so far to be the decent sort.

Jazz has posed:
Jazz tilts his head left and then right and takes another sip then hops back about twenty 30 meters or so then taking a long drink from his cup puts it on his head, "Then shoot the cup," he crosses his arms over his chest and stifles a yawn.

"Let's see."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks concerned for the moment when Jazz offers to play Target holder for the younger mech. But he gets a more determined expression and pulls one of his weapons to try and knock the cup off of Jazz without killing the guy. He does make sure that his weapons are set to stun. It would be really really bad to maime the one guy who seems pretty cool so far in the Autobots.

Jazz has posed:
Jazz doesn't even flinch, and when the drink hits the ground, SPILLING, he looks at it disappointed, "I was hopeing that you would miss," he looks down at it again with some regret.

"WELL, seems like you can do what you say that you do," he walks over to Hyperdrive and extends his hand.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive frowns a little, "Well I'd rather hit the cup than you sir...The cup can be replaced, The liquid refilled. Even though this is just practice, I really don't want ta hit someone if I can help it, especially someone I'm not precisely aimin at. I only hope that if it ever comes down ta it that I can hit just as well if someone is bein held hostage or somethin like that." He goes to shake Jazz's hand though there is a hint of concern in his optics

Jazz has posed:
Jazz looks Hyper over again and his optics flash once slash twice then he throws up a thumb at the exit, "I gotta go get more chai. Carry on," he tosses another thumb at the mess, he sighs and picks up the cup. He gazes at the cup and the liquid like a dead lover and heading to the wall presses a button that frees a mech to clean the mess.

Once again shaking his head lamenting his fortune he stops near the exit and says, "Nice to meet you, look forward to wowrking with you."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive definately finds himself a bit confused but also relieved that Jazz didn't try testing his hand to hand combat skills. He waves to Jazz and then looks back at the cup wondering what test this actually was and if he failed or not.

Jazz has posed:
Jazz stops and turns and says, "OH. If you are going to be doing scouting for us, you'll be in my division," he tilts his sitcom like, "Don't get too comfortable," he throws a high five in the air and heads out.

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive looks a bit more uncertain now as he watches Jazz leave. How in 'Tarn'ation is anyone supposed to get confortable in a place where your own teammates are after you and the higher ups are telling you to take potshots at them.