1168/Training Session

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock was standing off to the side, near the benches and leaning on her stave as she waited for her training partner to arrive. She'd glance up form her Datapad in hand time to time as she watched the door, her mind a hive of unorganized thoughts she wished she could talk to with someone but resigned herself to never speak.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl stalks into the training room, head bobbing and weaving, claws clattering together as he looks for a convenient spot to work out some of his aggression and frustration with the world.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock looked up when she heard the doors, and nodded to Whirl, without any verbal greeting, he must of been her training partner and she would walk out to her starting zone on the battlefield. "Hello Whirl, take you're my training partner today?" She'd ask as she shifted into a more defensive stance.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl stops, optic flickering. "Looks like, Sarge," he says. "Not gonna insult you with the whole 'I'll go easy on you' slag. I'll give you as good as you get."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock smiled and nodded, giving Whirl a slight nod of her head and spun her stave in her hand, and took a defensive stance. "Right, ready when you are then!" She'd call, watching Whirl, and waiting for him to make a move, or take a stance, as she needed to figure out what he could do.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl shifts into a stance, bringing his claws up and preparing to strike. "I'm always ready," he says. "Well, not \*always\* but I'm ready like, eighty, eight-five percent of the time. Maybe ninety-two percent on a really good day."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "If you say so!" Starlock nodded, watching him, taking note of his stance, her optics glanced back up and she'd lunge at him, and spun her stave in hand once more and went to jab at his midsection, pressing a button on her the center of the grip of the stave to active the electrical charge.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl yelps as he's shocked by Starlock's Novapole, lashing out with his claws to try and swat the staff away.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would quickly duck and press a button on her stave grip once more, the electric deactivating and the pole shrinking into a small beton that she sub spaces. She then jumps a few paces back and transforms into her mini-bus alt-mode, aiming her canon at him, and firing the ballistic-plasma blast at him.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is hit. He feels his armor fracture. He's hurt, albeit in simulation. He stalks forward, claws slashing out again as he tries to strike the vicious minibus of doom!

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would be able to zip out of the way! Despite being bigger in her alt-mode she was still rather quick and slippery! She'd circle Whirl in a sizable circle she was driving around him, before transforming in a show of acrobatics, landing on the light made by the wheels created on her peedes by her pede boosters, she'd start skating around the rotary.

      "Going to need to try a bit harder if you want to catch someone smaller than you! Big guy!" She'd grin, pulling her dual pistols from their hoisters on her hips and opened fire on the heli-bot.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is hit again. He staggers back. "Ok, but you asked for it, Sarge!" he yells, leaping up and transforming into his gyrocopter mode. "Bringing the pain!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would be struck by the laser, a emulated smoke stream and blast burt coming from her hit armor, she'd cringe but not stop skating around the arena, she'd take aim with her pistols only to notice her fuel light was blinking on her vital monitor, she'd let out a curse and stow them away, moving mode defensively as she disengaged the lock on her axuility tank hose.

      "Not as easy easy to take down as someone would think I am, yeah?!" She'd ask with a grin, this was clearly all in good fun and practice, despite her not holding back, she'd inject the energon stored into the tank, into one of her fuel lines.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl stays in the air. "Maybe not, Sarge, but you're still at the bottom of a gravity well," he says as he hovers overhead. "Plus, I'm stubborn."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Pshh! That don't mean anything to me when I can shoot at you for down here." she'd smirk. "I'm stubborn too, so what does that say about me?" She'd laugh, she'd let the hose retract back into place once the tank had finished refueling her energon supplies. She would then take aim at Whirl once more, firing with her her dual pistols.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl swears, fluently, as he's struck. "It says that you're probably the perfect person t'be sparring with me," he says. "Hate it when you get a fragger who gives up after a couple hits. Gimme somebody who knows how to bring the heat. That's a pun, by the way..."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Good." Starlock would state with a grin, only for er finials to flick straight upward on seeing the incoming missile. "Oh Frag!" She'd explain as she started skating away from it, hopefully it wouldn't be heat seeking! She'd then turn around and start speeding /towards/ the missle and then went into a slide to dodge it, is blowing up a safe distance behind her.

      "Bit too spicy, don't you think?" She'd cackle in response with her own pun, before firing once more on Whirl.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's rotors flutter and he drops back to the ground, transforming to robot mode. "No such thing as too spicy," he says, charging forward and diving to tackle Starlock. "If it doesn't scare you, it ain't living!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would only let out a "Ooof!" in response as she'd be successfully tackled to the ground, however she would bring her pede up in a bit to attempt to have it connect with Whirl's chassis where she would kick him off of him. How dare he use Squish the mini-bot tactics, like he did in the medical bay!

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl whuffs as Starlock kicks him off, but comes scrambling back. "Told you, not going easy on you, Sarge!" Whirl crows. 'We gotta war going on; gotta be ready for anything!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would roll out of the way bounce herself onto her pedes, she grins. "Glad you didn't, I get really annoyed with the drone because it's too easy, I much rather have sparring partners I could actually lose too." she'd reply with one optic closed, she'd then go running again, taking aim at Whirl with her pistols.

      "Helps me learn how to better help everyone around me, as well as help others learn to deal with someone like me." She'd chuckle. Though the more she thought about it, the more she realized the decepticons didn't have many mini-bots.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts, saggering as he charges in again, wielding his claws in a vicious double-swipe strike. "Any time, Sarge, just gotta ask" he says. "Always game for a brawl!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     And that strike sends Starlock reeling, Whirl can likely hear the panic alarms going off on her vital monitor on her left forearm panel, then again he likely can see why, he took out quite the nice chunk of armor from her frame that is bleeding, he even broke a few wires that are effecting her ability to keep her arms lifted.

      "Hrrrk.. Good shot." She'd hiss, taking a moment to attend to the damage.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is enjoying himself, but he's not so far gone as to not notice what he's done. "Shake it off, Sarge," he says. "S'simulated. You're okay. You're gonna be ok. Just come at me, hit me with your best shot, yeah? Fire away."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "I'm alright Whirl, and yeah, I'll be okay!" she'd respond, getting the bleeding to stop as she stared back at Whirl,trying to determine his next move, for which she goes for another set of shots with her two pistols, she'd hiss from the pain of the wound but she wasn't' going to let it stop her just yet.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts. "Good on you!" he says, charging foward again. 'That's the important part of a fight: doesn't matter who throws the first hit; matters who throws the last one!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Whirl, i've been struck by Megatron's fusion cannon, twice, so this, this while it hurts, is nothing." She'd chuckle, cringing still from the pain. She'd quickly dance out of the way of his oncoming lunge and took a moment to let her systems catch up to her. "A Medic doesn't start fights, but they sure can finish them!"

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus casually entered the Training Simulator. Whistling a tune, he watches the two occupants, Starlock and Whirl, practicing. The simulator had its uses, but they were very limited by Repugnus's view. He steeples his clawed fingers and smiles that fanged smile in robot mode, "If it ain't the babe and the empurata," he greets the two of them, "Learning much?" he speaks as he always does, as if he knows something they don't.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl is looking a bit ragged around the edges -- and some in the middle as well. "Learning that the Sarge can pack a hell of a whallop," he says. "And that she's harder to hit than a greased turborat."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock let out a soft chuckle. "That's definitely praise coming from you." She'd smile at Whirl. "Would you wish to concede, or continue? I'm not usually one to go till I knock the other out, but I am not above doing it if that is how one wants to go in here." She'd keep her guard up, watching until she was sure.

      She'd give Repugnus osmethingo f the stink optic though. "Private." She'd state to repugnus in a sort of, greeting.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus grins and shrugs, "That she does," he replies, looking over Whirl with a skeptical eye, "Simulated damage?" he shakes his head and tisks, "You need /real/ consequences to learn anything. Otherwise it's a waste of time," Repugnus taptaptaps a claw in a sequence over a panel on the wall, "Safety off. Have fun! AHAHAHA!" Repugnus transforms into his Gremlin mode and flexes his large pincers, "HAHAHAHAHA!"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's claws click-clack together. "H'okay, bring it on," he says, crouching as Repugnus transforms. "Let's see whatcha got, besides a hell of a mug!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock frownsas Repugnus changes the settings, which causes the simulation to reset the damage done. "Private." Starlock would say with a half-lidded look, and irritation, she would vent a huff and move to the side lines.

**Repugnus has posed:**
Repugnus offers no excuses for his watered-down condition. The Bots don't trust him, and hey, he couldn't blame them. So he works with what he has. He immediately strobes his large, colorful optics and readies his pincer-claws, "Come at me, empurata," the Monsterbot sneers.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl isn't exactly Mr. Popular among the 'Bots himself. Only reason he's on their side is because Pax asked him -- well, that and because he's not exactly Megatron's favorite ex-enforcer. He growls, head shaking as Repugnus's strobe attack temporarily blinds him. Still, when in doubt: attack. "You asked for it," he says, swiping at Repugnus with his claws.

**Repugnus has posed:**
\*SKKKKKKRREEEEEEE!!!!\* \*SKKKKKKRREEEEEEEE!\* Whirl's claws leave two deep wounds across Repugnus's face and arms. He seems pleased, "That's the way I roll!" Repugnus reaches to grab Whirl in one pair of claws and skewer him right through with the other pair.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock grins on seeing Whirl's strike hit home, though she couldn't help but worry given the safety was turned off, still.. There was a sense of pride seeing Whirl able to put their own training session to use.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts as he's stabbed. "Y;know, there's a problem with stabbin' people," he says, not quite as conversationally as he'd like to sound. "You're doin' damage, that's for sure, but you end up kinda attatched to the fragger who wants to do you harm." With that, he attempts a headbutt.

**Repugnus has posed:**
"What's pain?" Repugnus asks rhetorically, "It's only--oof!--a reminder you're still alive!" Repugnus takes the blow right to the head. He pulls his claws back out through Whirl and lets the empurata go. Repugnus transforms to robot mode, and, whistling, heads for the door.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock watches as Repugnus runs, and her optics shift to the half-lidded position, and she moves a hand to her hip latting. "What a little Glitch." She'd state at room volume, with no hesitation.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl waits for Repugnus to leave before he starts sinking to the floor. "Frag, frag, frag, frag, frag," he says, one claw going to his head. "Headbutts are not our friends. Ow..frag!"

**Starlock has posed:**
     "No, no they are not." She'd knit her ridges and cringe, moving over to attend to his injuries. "That was a good training session though, I could see you where applying what you learned from training with me, to what combat you had with Repugnus."She'd smile.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts. "Not exactly inexperienced when it comes to combat, y'know," he says. "Was a flight instructor. Not to mention been in more'n my share of fights. Some even with Decepticns."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckles. "Yep, still though, doesn't mean you can't keep learning, or don't deserve praise when you do." She'd grin. "There, all fixed up, don't have any pain killers on me at the moment but should subside soon." She'd push herself back up to her pedes.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl grunts again. "S'okay, I don't mind that kinda pain," he says. "At least I know the source, yeah?"

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock chuckleed again. "Yep." She'd smile, and look to the door. "Guess we can call that a wrap, huh?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl nods. 'Yeahhhh, think we had enough of that for one day," he says.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock nodded, and made her way for the door, and wave to Whirl, wondering if he'd be following her, and made her way for the barracks.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl waves back. "I'm good here, Sarge," he says. "Gonna get some extra practice in, that kinda thing."

**Starlock has posed:**
     "Aright." Starlock would call back as she left. Right.. the barracks.. She needed some time to think, and maybe work on some of her weapons, damn this place really needed a workshop or something.