598/Practice Makes Perfect

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Practice Makes Perfect
Date of Scene: 07 October 2018
Location: Training Simulators
Synopsis: Hound leads a training session in the simulator at the Decagon.
Cast of Characters: Blurr, Hound, Grotusque, Hyperdrive, Groove, Lieutenant


Hound has posed:
There's always a new batch of recruits that need some training. Heck, even the old seasoned pros still benefit from training -a steady course of practice makes perfect- that never changes. So, new recruits, old veterans, and everyone in between is always encouraged to take some time and hone their skills in the training room. "Keeps you sharp before you have to go out there and shoot at real targets- and get shot at. I'd rather see you shot here than out *there* and this kind of practice can prevent real injuries," says Hound as he looks over a row of Autobot soldiers. "So we'll try a few things. Pretty basic stuff, but it's always good to know by spark."

Lieutenant has posed:
Practice is something Lieutenant has to force himself to make time for. It's important, it keeps him alive in the field. So here he is. Hands clasped behind his back, feet spread apart in parade stance, listening attentively to Hound. Although, he is hoping they're not actually using live ammunition. He'd like to avoid going to the medics as much as possible. He has work to do the moment they're done here.

Blurr has posed:
    It's a regular day at the Decagon, with those who are not out on the field at the moment being required to attend training sessions so that they can keep up on their skills. This particular session is led by Lt. Col Hound, a long time veteran of the Autobot military. It is focused on marksmanship and accuracy, both on ranged and hand-to-hand combat.

    Standing near the seasoned soldier is Blurr, a member of the Intel Division. For a group of this particular caliber, it seems command has chosen to give them a bit more of a challenge. He sort of smirks at the other assembled before him, as if looking forward to frustrating them. "They should just shoot at me. Much harder than most Decepticons, right?" he suggests.

Groove has posed:
Groove is paying attention. Mostly. He's got the look of someone who's aware he's distracted and is trying his best to split his focus on the distraction and the curren situation at the same time. Whether it's working out for him is a whole different story.

Hound has posed:
Lieutenant will be happy: "This isn't real ammunition, of course. We've got special weapons set up for you today- or special rounds made just for the training room. No lasting damage, though there's holograms in place to make it *look* like you got hit if you did- and it'll show you where it hit." He gives Blurr a half-smile and a soft chuckle, lightly shaking his head. "You'd be harder to hit, for sure Blurr, but I'm not so sure we want to train folks' instincts to see a blue racer and start shooting!" He gives the racer a smile, then turns to the dummies near the group. Each person here has been given one of the guns and is facing the dummy on the other side of the room, not too far away. "First, let's have some simple shooting, alright? I want each of you, in turn, to take aim at that dummy and shoot it. Not too hard, right? Just aim dead center in the chest."

Grotusque has posed:
Grotusque peeks his head into the shooting range/simulator. The Monsterbot counter-intel agent has had a pretty severe rep since he tried to blow up Dai Atlas, 'it was a /pretend/ assassination' he would later claim. So it was rare for him to be in base for any reason. He's openly carrying quartercube of Engex, as he just sort of saunters into the training room, and leans up against the railing, as casual as can be.

Lieutenant has posed:
Lieutenant gives a side glance down at Blurr. He's a fast target for certain, but part of him wonders if he could hit him. That would be an interesting challenge. Perhaps another time. For now, drones are fair. The quiet mech picks up a round for his own weapon and loads it. Hound said to take aim, so that's what he does to shoot at the drone.

Blurr has posed:
    "Oh come on you're no fun, Hound!" Blurr protests, pouting a bit. "Don't you guys think you could use a little more of a challenge?" he asks, turning to the others in search of support.

    When Grotusque enters, he looks to the other intel agent. "I mean, right? They should do something harder than just shooting at holograms!"

Groove has posed:
Groove startles a bit at the sound of the much-abused drone getting shot. Now he's paying attention! He opens fire on the drone without pausing to aim, taking a "quantity over quality" approach at trying to hit.

Grotusque has posed:
Grotusque says in a flat tone, "I wholeheartedly endorse teamkilling. It only makes the rest of the team stronger. Like when Prowl fed me a plasma grenade because I ambushed him. Good times, still have some of his shoulder on display in my hovel."

Hound has posed:
Hound glances over as Grotusque wanders in, giving the mech a nod before looking at Blurr. He crosses his arms, shaking his head again as he replies, "Sorry, Blurr, I'm not here for fun." His tone is kind, though, but the old vet is set in his careful ways. "This is serious." He looks to the others, "You've got to take this stuff seriously. Know your target before you shoot, don't ever aim a weapon at anything you don't intend to actually shoot with possibly lehtal force." He's almost sounding like Ultra Magnus here, though he does add a smile. At least until Grotusque's comments cause the green bot to blink and look his way.

"....But tell you what, fine, we can have them face off if you'd like. Sparring partners, maybe? Try punching one another... not TOO hard, alright?" He looks to the others. "Alright, Blurr, you wanna face off against Lieutenant here, then? Grotusque, you okay with taking on Groove?"

Grotusque has posed:
Grotusque raises his quartcube of Engex to his mouthplate, and polishes it off, just impassively staring at Lieutenant. "Refresher courses?" He sniffs disdainfully, his hand on the rail, "Can we refresh to the time that scraplets were eating Doublecross from inside out, and he was still trying to rip me into three separate but equal chunks, all because of a simple misunderstanding?" He makes no move to go join the simulation.

Lieutenant has posed:
Lieutenant agrees with the 'team killing' suggestion, but only involving Grotesque and live rounds. They can't afford to lose one of Cybertron's greatest tactical minds. That, and maybe other undisclosed reasons. In any case, he nearly fires again when Hound makes a counter offer.

Sparring partners.

Lieutenant looks over at the racer. This will either end in failure, or supremely embarrassing. Either way, his interest is piqued.

Blurr has posed:
    "Fine, that's better than fighting stupid drones." Blurr admits when Hound finally relents. Seriously, drones were only for solo sessions when there was no one else to go up against. He gets assigned to some mech called Lieutenant, so he turns toward his sparring partner and sizes him up for a second or two.

    "All right Blue Tenant, guess it's you and me. I'll let you take the first swing." he says with a smirk of overconfidence. And he definitely got the name wrong. "Come at me."

Groove has posed:
Groove lowers his gun and shuffles about to face Grotusque. As he sizes the other Bot up, he offers his cheeriest grin and a casual wave. This serves a dual purpose: (1) being friendly, and (2) hiding how uncomfortable he is.

"How about it, buddy? You and me."

Grotusque has posed:
His kibble flips up and about him, turning Grotusque into his monstrous form, he then eats the energy cube, which pops more than breaks, as it was just energy given form. "Yeah sure. Hit me." He slouches enough to put his head on the railing, his big paws on it too. "It'll be fun, you can tell your forgemates about it."

He's not even taking a defensive stance or anything, he's just, you know, there. He looks over at the others, "Hey can we kick the pain receptors up a dozen notches or so? Its not really that simulated otherwise."

Hound has posed:
Hound frowns at Grotusque. DUDE. "That's....uh..." Gross. "I think, uh, I think starting simple... and neat... is the best for now. You wanna help me out here, soldier? Otherwise I'll partner with Groove." Otherwise, he'll just stand here and supervise. He's pretty good at that. Then Grotusque walks over and.... Hound frowns again. "I think... hey, if you want to do that for youself, sure, but the novices are good at where they're at, I think. Pain might cloud their learning right now, anyway."

Lieutenant has posed:
"Lieutenant." The mech corrects, even if it is a fruitless effort. He Doesn't truly want to hurt Blurr. So just a kick should be fine to at least move the speedster without possibly sending him to the ground.

Blurr has posed:
    "Okay Glue Tenant!" Blurr laughs and twists, darting sideways to easily avoid the kick. "Too slow!" he announces as he lashes out with several quick but not necessarily heavy blows to Lieutenant's right flank. "C'mon, give it your best shot. You don't have to go easy on -me-!" he taunts. "You won't get better if you don't -push- yourself!"

Groove has posed:
Groove's smile falters. For a moment, he just stares in wordless concern - not just for himself and his wellbeing, but also for Grotusque. And perhaps everyone else in the room. He shushes his self-preservation instincts and gives Grotusque a nod. "You got it."

He strides over and accepts the invitation of first hit by aiming a cautious punch at the gargoyle.

Grotusque has posed:
"Pain is a great motivator." Grotusque quotes. "You think you're going to get set on fire and its going to feel like nothing?" He chuckles darkly, "Oh that means its /bad/. Because that means your pain receptors just got fried. That's deep frame damage there."

Groove approaches, and socks him in the face. The Monsterbot's head shifts with the hit. He straightens up a little, looking pleased. "Hey, that was some decent follow-through there. Good. Good." He absently picks up one of the training guns, then motions for Groove to step back. "Get yourself some movement room."

He asserts himself, and stands up, still technically not really in the simulation zone, then raises the little training pistol. "Key here is to anticipate the shot, right? Anticipate it, and if you're not crazy...you know." He points the gun at himself, explicitly defying the rules mentioned only moments earlier, "anyway. right. Gunplay. Not my thing really." He eventually fires off at Groove.

Grotusque has posed:
Grotusque adds, "See, me, I'm a good shot though. So I didn't have to be all brazen and fearless...but I'm also not really dodging anything, right? So you can focus more time on not getting hit being in Guarded stance like you are. I'd change stance but I just don't care."

Lieutenant has posed:
Close combat is something he hopes he can eternally avoid in battle, as he yelps at the rapid punches. Lieutenant takes a few steps back, grasping where he was hit. It /hurts./ More than it should a typical mech. He bites his tongue, trying not to let the pain show. "If I must," but here's to hoping he can pull off his best as he tries to kick Blurr once more.

Hound has posed:
Hound watches, nodding as the other Autobots pair off and start their practice. "Keep trying, Lieutenant... don't feel bad, though, Blurr's a tough one to hit!" Then he looks over to Grotusque and Groove over there. ...Poor Groove. Again with the frowning as Hound watches the monsterbot aim the gun at himself. He refrains from repeating himself, though, instead looking over to see how Groove is taking all this. Bot's gotta learn to deal with *all* sorts, after all, and Grotusque is at least a GOOD guy. ...Kind of. Maybe?

Groove has posed:
Groove is all too willing to back away. He backs up. And keeps backing up. Right up until Grotusque shoots him.

"Ow," he mutters and calls over, "Did I need to back up further?"

Grotusque has posed:
Grotusque chides, "Eh, the thing is, you're almost always statistically bound to get hit more often than not. So you've got to expect to be hit each shot, if you don't...well, lucky you. So get used to being shot.....now having said that, you turn into a...whatzsit now? Something fast I'm guessing? Well newsflash..." He looks over at Lieutenant and Blurr, his optics flash as he looks over Blurr, then feeds Lieutenant some much needed weakness data on the loudmouth mech. "Its harder for me to punch you if you're in your altmode. So if you got tough groundpounders, ones that don't use much in the way of lasers, stay in that alt mode."

Groove has posed:
"You sound pretty experienced." Groove rubs the side of his helm. He miiight be trying to butter Grotusque up a bit so that he won't get shot, beaten, crushed, or maimed too badly. "Gotta be honest, this shooting and hitting business just isn't really my thing. Still..."

He returns fire at Grotusque in the name of TRAINING.

Grotusque has posed:
Grotusque draws out another quartercube of Engex, again not even bothering to dodge. After he's shot again, he just replies nonchalantly, "Yeah there you go." and takes a second swig. "Alright, so check this out. I'll go ahead and give you a bit of the razzle dazzle up close. Go ahead and transform first, give yourself some lead up time." He motions to Groove absently.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr stares at Lieutenant as he seems to wince extra hard at that. "The frag? I didn't hit you -that- hard, mech!" he exclaims. "Maybe I'm the one who needs to go easy?" Again, the speedster avoids the kick. "Oh come on, I saw that one coming from a kil away. Stop telegraphing your moves. And if you wanna hit -something-, you've got to anticipate what's coming, you can't just go play by play, got it?." he pauses, chuckling. "At least not against someone like me. But don't be -too- hard on yourself. Most people aren't this good. Especially not Decepticons!"

    This time, the former racer dips and sends out a left leg toward Lieutenant's knee servos, aiming to knock him clean off his feet.

Grotusque has posed:
Grotusque sets his quartercube aside, then wipes his mouth, "Right. I'll do this with my eyes closed." He raises up his clawed hands and rushes at Groove, "Comin at ya!"

Hound has posed:
Hound watches all this as it happens, letting things play out as they will, for now.

Groove has posed:
Groove nodded, cool as could be, and shifted smoothly into his altmode before revving his engine and zooming away from Grotesque as fast as he can go.

Still not fast enough! Groove now has some brand-new adornment in the shape of claw marks.

<<Ever thought of racing anyone in that form?>> he asks, wincing about as much as a motorcycle can wince.

Grotusque has posed:
Grotusque shifts modes back to a barrel-chested white and red mech. "Well, you still had a better chance than average. So how do you feel about war crimes?"

Lieutenant has posed:
It is a bit frustrating. Yes, Blurr is not the typical enemy, given his speed, but he can't help being hard on himself. If he's going to be of any use in the war, he /has/ to be good. He has to be worthy enough to say he works for Prowl. Lieutenant would move to evade Blurr's attack but he quickly finds himself off his feet and on his back.

That's excruciating. Right on the wings too. Lieutenant bites back any noise as best he can, but he still curls up his fists in pain for a couple moments before sitting back up. Sniping is much better. Away from the pains of hand to hand. Still, he just needs to hit Blurr once for pride sake.

Groove has posed:
The motorcycle unfolds into the white and blue form of Groove. He just... stands there and gives Grotusque a puzzled look. It seems that words have temporarily failed him.

Hound has posed:
The phrase 'war crimes' has Hound immediately zeroing in on Grotusque. This frown might become permanent. "We don't do war crimes here, Grotusque." The green scout looks at Groove. "We're Autobots and we stand for justice and decency. We're NOT Decepticons, after all."

Grotusque has posed:
Grotusque absently gives Hound a big thumbs up as he talks, being completely dismissive of him. "Okay so Groove. You've attacked a few times, but not too strong, you've probably got a lot of energon left. So what I'm going to do is give you a very bad day. Its a different way to attack people." He raises up his Vaporator, "This sucker will actually burn the energon out of you, but do no frame damage. It'll just be a tiny dose, nothing massive. Just for the experience." Gas fills the air

Grotusque has posed:
Grotusque raises a hand, waving off the fog, "Okay, so take a breath. Take a moment to recover, it'll help...."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive walks into an already active training room not realizing that it's so crowded for one. He glances around and starts to back up, trying to see if he should slip back out or not. The small mech readies his forcefield in case he accidently gets shot at.

Groove has posed:
Groove grins as he retreats from the fog. "Remind me to stay on your good side."

He catches sight of Hyperdrive and waves at the new arrival.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr tsks, shaking his head when Lieutenant is knocked clean off his feet. "Too slow, too slow, and too slow!" he scolds. "Come -on-, Blue! You gotta step it up! You gotta--" And then hs finally gets socked in the midsection, which he totally didn't expect so come so quickly after sending Lieutenant to the floor. He is sent several feet back and into the wall.

    "Ooof!" Getting up quickly, he rubs his side. "Now that's more like it! Not bad at all, super quick recovery time! Keep up the good work!" This time, the speedster transforms and drives straight at Lieutenant, attempting to knock him down again and run him over.

Hound has posed:
Hound isn't so sure about that Grotusque fellow but... hrrmm. He'll let that pass, turning his attention to other parts of the room. "Ah!" He smiles as Hyperdrive enters the training room. "How's it going, Hyperdrive? We've got a little training session going on, you want to join in?" He spreads his arms, "I don't happen to have a sparring partner, myself!"

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive smiles at Hound and moves forward closer to Hound. "If yer sure ya wanna deal with me sir. I'll gladly spar with ya a bit. I've not had much chance to spar with anyone other than the sims and Swivel. Don't spar with Swivel. It really sucks when she wins.

Grotusque has posed:
Grotusque gestures to Groove, "So sometimes you wanna use a weapon, but you don't want to waste all your energon on the big hit. Maybe you want to give them an EFFECT like what my hoses do. So, you can restrain how much damage you do. This is called 'pulling'. You pull the attack to do less damage. I'll give an example lesson." He returns to his monstrous form, his tuskes snapping, then fire comes from his belly, as he spews fire at Groove.

Lieutenant has posed:
Well that was a temporary victory. It almost felt satisfactory, as Lieutenant tries to steady himself for another attack. He's not prepared for Blurr's transformation and take the ram head on. The floor and Lieutenant are getting very well acquainted. He cannot bite himself from crying out this time. All he can do in his current position is try to shove Blurr off in vain.

Groove has posed:
Groove is amassing quite the collection of damage - scrapes and scratches and now scorches. He can't help but envy Lieutenant and Blurr a little. Neither of them seem to be in danger of getting set on fire.

He raises his photon pistol and levels a shot at the gargoyle.

Hound has posed:
Hound laughs and moves closer to Hyperdrive, "Why's that, Hyperdrive? Swivel seems rather a nice spark." He smiles kindly and moves to brace himself in a defensive pose. "Alright, soldier, come at me. Punch, kick, whatever takes your fancy." And he waits for the other mech's move.

Grotusque has posed:
Grotusque nods, just getting shot yet again, without any real reaction, "Right, There you are. Okay, like I should be in prison right now, so I should probably get back to that." He leans in conspiratorially with a stage whisper, "You really don't want to be seen with me." He snags his quartercube of Engex, "A lot of it comes down to what you're dealing with. Is he dodgy like Blurr? Can I slow him down? is he in altmode? Do i need to think more about not getting hit over getting the shot. That sort of stuff. It comes in time."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive nods and quickly stretches before assuming an attack stance. He eyes his opponent for a few moments before the young mech dives forward to try and get a hit against Hound, trying to guage the older mech's abilities and all. There's a slight grin on his face.

Groove has posed:
Groove makes his way slowly to the edge of the room to catch a quick break. He actually looks a little unnerved as he leans against the wall. His usual calm demeanor is on vacation, please leave a message.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr succeeds in knocking his sparring partner over and then running right over him as well. Though Lieutenant need not try to throw him off or anything, because he transforms again and jumps off to the side.

    The speedster peers down at the mech, appearing somewhat puzzled at how much pain the guy seems to be in. "You okay there, pal?" he asks, reaching down to help him up. "I was so sure I didn't hit you -that- hard. Are your pain signals out of whack? Maybe you should see Ratchet."

Hound has posed:
Hound braces and waits, watching Hyperdrive, and trying to dodge out of the way. Maybe the scout's going easy on the newcomer, or maybe Hyperdrive is just that good today- but he lands a hit. "Oof!" Hound's torso twists at the impact, but he's smiling as well. "Nice!" He moves back, then takes a few steps to the side. He's about to launch a counterattack when he sees Grotusque taking off. Looking to Groove, he asks, "How 'bout it, Groove? You want to come train with Hyperdrive?" Lieutenant also gains his concern, but Blurr seems to have him covered so he'll let the racer deal with him for now.

Lieutenant has posed:
He's much slower to get up this time. Lieutenant flinches when Blurr reaches out to him. Nothing personal, it's just his typical reaction. "No, it will be fine," he assures, sitting up once more. This time, he stays sitting. A few more hits and he might not be able to stand. "Getting used to a new upgrade is all it is." He gestures at his feet which have pads on the bottoms of them.

Groove has posed:
Groove nods and pushes away from the wall, sparing Lieutenant and Blurr a look - just checking to make sure neither of them is too badly beat up - as he passes them on his way to Hound and Hyperdrive. "Sure, why not. I'm all warmed up anyway."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins a little at Hound and Groove, "I'll take ya both on if you want. I'm not afraid of gettin hurt. And it seems most of the time I'm fightin soemone stronger than me.." He changes his stance, trying to get a sense of balance.

Blurr has posed:
    Blurr withdraws his hand when the help is refused, frowning. "Oh, a new upgrade you say? What kind of upgrade?" he asks, curious but also somewhat skeptical. His gaze follows the gesture toward the feet. "What kind of upgrades make you get hit harder?"

Hound has posed:
Hound smiles, looking to the two newbies. "Whatever you like. I'm certainly available for more sparring. First, though, Groove, why not go for Hyperdrive? Hyperdrive, get ready... let's see how you react to a head-on attack. Assuming that's what you get..." he looks to Groove. Two people, face to face... knowing an attack in inevitable. Yet, a good soldier can read his oppenent and find success."

Groove has posed:
Groove gives Hound a casual salute and a nod.

"Lemme know if I wind up going too easy or too hard on you," he informs Hyperdrive, before taking a running start and aiming a shoulder-slam towards the lightly built bot!

Lieutenant has posed:
Should he say? Well, he's already informed about his upgrade so, "Seismic sense." Lieutenant explains, "I can sense your movements, as well as Grotesque's, Groove's, Hound's, and Hyperdrive's. Unfortunately, it means my sensory network has to be attuned acutely in order to pick up on even the subtle shifts in weight." It also makes him a bit more jumpy if he's unable to sense his surroundings. "It will take time but I shall get accustomed to it."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins brightly. "I've been trainin with a simulation of QUake fer way too long ta be worried about ya hurtin me. Go full on at me. I can take it...Cons ain't gonna go easy and this is a simulation....nothin permanent should be done." As Groove omes barreling towards him he quickly dives to one side and spins, attempting to take the mech out at the ankes.

Groove has posed:
Groove's foot catches on the trip hazard. Momentum sends him soaring forwards in a graceful arc which ends in a not-so-graceful faceplant upon the floor. Thunk.

"Go full? You got it." Groove rolls onto his side and stands, then switches tactics - attacking from range this time. Ready, aim, fire!

Hound has posed:
Hound nods in approval, watching the two have at it. "Looking good. keep it up," he says, glancing over at Lieu and Blurr as well. They seem to be doing alright, however. Then Groove does that faceplant. Ooops. Hound taps a finger to his cheek, wincing a bit, but then just smiles and says, "...And that's okay too. You don't learn without making mistakes. Make ALL the mistakes you want- in here."

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive acks as it goes from hand to hand to scrapnel! He yelps as he's struck and grins he gets up and tosses something to Groove. His visor is down when he gets up which might be a clue....

Blurr has posed:
    "Oh, I see, but if you can so easily detect even the slightest movements, then how aren't you able to pick up on your opponent's moves?" Blurr asks, arching an optic ridge at him. "I mean, as an example shouldn't you have seen that drive by coming before I even got close? I guess what I'm getting at is, how exactly does it help you in a fight?"

    But then he answers himself. "Oh, right still getting used to it, I get it, I get it. Well you'd better get used to it fast, because I may be hard to hit but I don't actually hit that hard myself." he says, patting Lieutenant on the shoulder. "At least not compared to people like Brawl. Or Megatron for that matter."

Groove has posed:
Groove grins cheekily and makes a grab at the object hurtling his way, intending to pull a return-to-sender move. He fumbles it, though, accidentally swatting the thing wide instead. Luckily for him, it means he doesn't wind up getting a face full of explosion.

"Huh," he comments. "Those things must be handy. Ever share them?"

Lieutenant has posed:
Lieutenant tenses at the pat. It's certainly something he needs to get used to, not just in combat. At least pats don't hurt, but they're startling. "It is a work in process." he assures, but unfortunately that means more time in the training room. Primes...

Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive grins, "Sure I can share them...." He continues to battle groove until the smaller mech does probably get taken out but not without fighting for all he's worth first

Blurr has posed:
    "Sure, sure." Blurr grins, taking his hand off of Lieutenant's shoulder. "So uh, you gonna get up or not?" Since he'd refused the helping hand earlier, the speedster doesn't offer it again. "Well anyway, I think that's enough for one solar cycle. If you need help later, I'm always happy to give your systems something to train against."

Lieutenant has posed:
"It would be a challenging opportunity." Lieutenant replies, fins flicking. For now, with sparring over, he has to return to his work. That and just sit for a bit in solitude and moan to himself how much he hurts. He'll have to get used to it. He /will/ get used to it. Not today though.