====================<* Training Simulators *>=====================[ | ]
This multi-purpose training room is large and oval, much like an auditorium, but that is where the similarity ends. This facility
uses both transformation and holographic technology in order to provide cadets and officers with the most realistic and
challenging battle simulations possible. Portions of the room can be sectioned off and programmed to provide target practice,
melee simulations, or pretty much anything that's required. These programs can be implemented at a number of drop-down
holographic menu stations within the room.
Arcee is practicing her enersword techniques against a similarly-equipped training drone. She's fairly fleet-footed and nimble,
well-practiced and able to dodge many of the opposing shots, but occasionally the drone manages to tag her. Whenever that
happens, she repeats the sequence over and over again until she's able to get it right without hesitation.
The door to the training simulator opened and Impactor stood in the archway. He took a single step inside and the door
closed behind him. He had attempted to be stealthy about it and watch Arcee and how she was performing. Impactor had read the
reports of the events yesterday and that she had been involved inside with Razorclaw and had come out unscathed even though she
had practically challenged the Decepticon to a one-on-one duel. This impressed Impactor sufficiently to come check her out.
The mech lifted his arms and folded them as Arcee sparred with a training drone, both equally equipped with swords. After
awhile, Impactor finally spoke up to make his presence known, "You got guts." Impactor lowered his arms and started to near her
and the training drone.
Once she's finished cycling through another round of enersword-clashing, Arcee pauses the drone. She turns to see the new arrival
and smiles. "Thanks!" she says gratefully. "I don't think we've met. My name's Arcee, and I suppose technically I'm in Intel, but
sometimes I feel like I'm assisting in just about every mission. New skills are welcomed here, a lot. I get the impression you
aren't new to any of this, though..."
Impactor reached for the handle that was slung at his left hip and gripped it in his right hand, curling fingers around
it. With a flick of a switch, two blades extended perpendicular to the handle to create an energo-pickaxe of purplish energy in a
state of constant flux. "No. I've been punching Senate Cadets since Megatron waxed poetic," he replies to her.
"Name's Impactor, currently with the infantry. The only skill I suggest is the skill of forgetting the skills you already
know. Katas and preprogrammed sequences won't save you in the real fight," the large cannon-bearing mech said solemnly. With no
warning, he hurled his right arm up in an overhand swing, the down-swipe of the pickaxe being joined with his left hand to
strengthen the blow as he simultaneously shuffled within range towards her. "Show me what you got!"
Arcee blinks in surprise, then smiles slightly at the opportunity being presented to her -- an opportunity to train with a
veteran! She'd much rather do that any day than spar with a programmed drone, because she thinks he's absolutely correct. Fights
ARE spontaneous. They happen just as suddenly as this one is happening now.
Arcee's fairly tiny in comparison to the heavily armored Impactor, but she doesn't seem to mind at all. She draws a fighting
staff from subspace, using it as leverage to propel her gymnastically toward Impactor. She leaps upward with staff in hand,
swinging as she jumps simultaneously.
Impactor brings his pickaxe up in a defensive swing to hook the energy of it behind the staff, connecting the handle of
the pickaxe with the staff itself. There was a loud sizzle similar to when the pickaxe struck walls of ore. T'SHHHZZZ'K! Impactor
jerks back in an attempt to pull the staff with the pickaxe, pivoting on his left foot and turning at his waist to swing Arcee
around and downwardly to the floor with their weapons connected, intending on slamming her leaping acrobatic frame to the ground!
"You're full of spitfire and mechwaste in your tubes," Impactor applauds her. "But, what do you want out of all of this?
Where do you wanna go? What do you wanna do while you wear that badge?!" he asked in the middle of the fight. Impactor's golden
optics glowed as he disengaged to take a couple of steps back to put some distance between them and he called to her, "Don't hold
back!"
Arcee gets slammed down on the ground, but...she's made of metal, so she doesn't break as easily as she looks like she probably
should. While attempting to gain some leverage and recover, she struggles a bit, then pushes back with her staff against the
pickaxe. "All...good questions," she admits. "I'm here to stop the Decepticons from wrecking our planet!"
As Impactor lets up on her, Arcee rights herself, stretches her joints, and strides around in a long arc, still facing Impactor
as she plots her next move. This time, the pink femme runs up as if to deliver a roundhouse, but feints at the last moment and
instead pivots to attempt to wedge the staff into Impactor's knee joint. That's one tactic she's learned to bring down large
opponents, because the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
Impactor was watching as Arcee began to circle him. Her words garnored a scoff as he replied, "We're all here for that.
But, that's a reality that while we can hope for, we can't guarantee. So, in this reality.. in the present.. with this whole war,
joining the Autobots.. what do you want? Don't tell me about dreams and hopes. Tell me about what you want today!"
There was a faint and Impactor brought the pickaxe up, but missed the false blow. The staff struck the mech's knee-joint
and that particular leg doubled and he went to a knee. Gritting his 'teeth', Impactor used the falling momentum to lurch forward
and punch the blunt head of the pickaxe straight towards Arcee's midsection to impel her away to gain some space. His servos
stabilized and he rose to his feet again before he raced forward towards her in large strides. He brought is pickaxe overhead
again in a downward swipe at her, but at the last moment he released one hand's hold on the weapon's handle and backswung his
fist towards her noggin.
Arcee is propelled some distance by the force of the pickaxe 'shove', and she skids a short distance only to get brake-checked by
sliding into the wall. She was expecting the aft-kicking. But she wasn't expecting the philosophy lesson! "Today? Like...right
now?" she asks, turning to see Impactor charging in her direction. "Right now, I want to learn what you've got to teach me!"
Simple as that. Later in her life she'll have loftier goals, but in this era, her main concern is becoming the best fighter she
can possibly be, by learning from the best.
She rolls at an impressive speed to avoid the pickaxe, but that sets her up for one dinger of a headpunch. She can hear distant
galaxies when that hit connects. Not one to be outdone, Arcee groans, then quickly slides through Impactor's legs to leap back up
behind him and deliver a roundhouse kick to his back.
Impactor watches the femme go down, slip between his legs and then leap up to ram that foot into his backside, sending
him smashing forward against the wall. He growled as he ate permacrete with his face bouncing off of it. He spins around, fluid
leaking from his mouth and down his chin and as he was about to lift his weapon up for an upswing, he pauses and then stops
altogether. Instead of advancing, Impactor rose to his full height and lowered his arms, turned off his weapon and slung it.
"I want some payback. That's something I can chew on and get every cycle. They hurt us. They bleed us. They put us
offline. For every single fade-out, I want to give them twice as much. That's real. It's simple. It's something you can reach out
and /grasp/," Impactor said as he suddenly rocketed forward with his hand lifted up in an attempt to grip Arcee by her neck!
"Keep it simple. Keep it straight. You take your victories where you can get them. You learn that... and I might try and get you
on my heavyweight team. We go where the glitching 'Cons hit hardest."
Arcee almost, ALMOST gets away from Impactor this time, but he does manage to grab her by the neck. She's learning, though. She's
a quick learner. And she's quite a bit dented and scraped up now from this little tussle. A prissier femme would be howling in
protest, but Arcee's quite a bit different. At Impactor's mention of a heavyweight team, Arcee's optics sparkle with delight --
not an emotion one would expect someone in a neck-hold to have, but she's positively beaming! "I would /love/ to be on your
team!" she exclaims, smiling brightly.
But apparently, Arcee has not taken her mind off the fight. There's a tiny feeling Impactor might get, one of sharpness. Somehow,
she's managed to stab him with a small dagger while being in such close proximity...she probably palmed it when he was picking
her up. It's not a huge injury, but it took some cogs to do something like that in such close proximity to her opponent.
Impactor felt the sharpness of the knife sticking into him. Fluid started pouring down the front of his body, the pain
was intense, but tolerable, and so he wrapped his free hand slowly around the wrist of the stabbing hand while continuing to
stare into Arcee's optics. He pulled her hand away, along with ripping the knife back out of him, and lifted her arm up slowly,
his other hand still wrapped around her neck. Impactor pulled her forward and leaned down, hovering a few centimeters from her
face, and he stares down into her very spark to say...
"Then prove it."
And then he stepped away and let her go. He left the training simulator as easily as he had arrived. Once outside the
door, he grabbed the stab wound with a hand and groaned loudly. It was more painful than it had appeared, apparently. He started
disengaging cirtuitry to lessen the sensation while he made his way to the medbay to get seen to.
Arcee stares with wide optics, meeting Impactor's stare with astonishment. She didn't really intend to slice him that badly, but
perhaps she just caught him between armor plates in just the right way. She has nothing to say to him in return; she just watches
him depart, remaining right where he left her standing on the training floor, lost in her own jumble of intense thoughts.
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