1053/In The Training Room

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock wandered into one of the training holosuits and glanced around, once seeing no one was there, she'd silnked to the controls, and went about setting it up where they wouldn't record her session, she also ensured that the training drone was properly reset form whoever was last in this suit.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Several moments had passed, before Prime stepped into the same room as Starlock, having seen her enter not long ago. He stood off to the side, out of the way, and for the moment opted to remain quiet; blue optics resting on the femmebot in silent study. He noted her cautious stance earlier when he met with the others. His arms came up to fold over his chest, ocular sensors whirring slightly, shifting and tuning focus on the controls she had been setting, as a single ridge lifted only slightly when he noted that she disabled the recording feature.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock would relax some once the recording options where disabled. She would turn to head for the drone, pulling the hilts of her swords from her belt, and igniting the blades with the press of the buttons. She'd then catch the glimpse of red as she started to pass, and eventually lifting her helm to look up at Optimus and blinked.

      "...Uhhhh." She'd state, stopping in her tracks. "Hi?"

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     He studied her movements, taking in the sight of her blades, before noting her stop. He shakes his head. "Don't mind me. Carry on." He knew the femme would now 'feel' a certain way, were she to proceed with training while he was there. He didn't seem to mind.

**Starlock has posed:**
     A pair of dual, scimitar styled blades that were definitely a little heavy for the mini-bot, they also looked to have been modified, then again these were not her only set of dual weapons, as she did have a sweat of pistols set in their hoisters, also on said belt.

      Starlock stared for a moment, before taking another vent, and knitted her ridges, and nodded, mainly to herself. Her faceplate mask sliding into place as she walked into the field, and faced the drone, taking a notably guarded stance, and waited for the drone to come online, before lunging at it herself.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     He kept his optics resting on her, before nodding just slightly as she continued on with her training. He studied her motions, watching her engagement with the training drone. Noting her movements, he turned and slowly moved around the area of the encounter, taking note from different angles. He would note the placement of her foundation, the grip on her blades, and her focus on the task at hand. He remained silent as he conducted his silent evaluation of Starlock, seeing if she'll buckle or lose focus.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Starlock grumbled at the weak strike, and moved quickly out of the drones range of attack, she was definitely nimble in her movements. She would huff out. "Things been a 'lil bugged for a bit." She'd comment idly, before thinking to herself, and glanced back, before once more gripping at the hilts and taking a fast swing at it.

      She was definitely nerveuse, but was mentally trying to ease herself into it, it was no different when her and the others trained together, so it shouldn't been getting as anxious a feeling as she was.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Prime continued slowly circling around the area, observing as she spoke of the bug. He made note of her mild annoyance, and as he continued moving he spoke. ".. knowing when to properly alternate between offense and defense is a vital aspect to survivability. Staying guarded keeps you protected, but minimizes your offensive efficiency." He spoke in a tone that wasn't scolding, or even authoritive. It was more that of a casual exchange of words to another.

**Starlock has posed:**
     with another weak strike, she'd hit, but also noticeably cut a wire that started sputtering simulated sparks, she'd quickly step her way out of the way of the drone attempting to kick her, she'd activate the boosters on her pedes and sped out of range. Taking a moment to let her systems catch up, it was apparent the use of her blades quickly tired her out.

      During this she'd quickly extinguished the blades, and snapped the hilts back into their place, and drew her pistols, as will as released the lock on her auxiliary tank. "Mmm.. Not.. really, I'm.. Hard to hit." She'd explain. "I'm not the strongest though." She'd murmur. "Support, not a heavy hitter." She'd muse, mostly to herself.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
He observed the events, arms remaining folded over his chest. ".. we all have specialties that we excel at.. but even those who feel they can't, are able to achieve something out of their reach." He continued his mild tone as he watched her, noting the damaged wire sparking. He was curious how she would proceed after switching her choice of equipment out. He came to a stop, arms unfolding from his chest as his optics studied the pistols for a moment, and then he shifted topic entirely.

      ".. you're thorough with your reports, Starlock.. but there came a point where such thoroughness waned. I like to know the details of matters. Tell me.. visual feeds show stress factors increasing within your subsystems at times. Do you have concerns you wish to present?"

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
Sky Lynx makes his way into the training center, certainly not with the intent of crossing paths with Starlock, nor even Optimus, but lo and behold...there they both happen to be. He does, at the very least, opt to not step in and interrupt conversation, instead opting to keep off to the side as he ventures towards the control console to give it a look over.

Out of the way... of a mech his size? Well, it's probably the thought that counts.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Stalrock was quiet for a moment, there were notably some she slacked on, others she left details out of, and others there just wasn't much to report, so she'd need to think. "Which ones?" She'd inquire, glancing over as she activated the boosters once more and charged the drone. She then became quiet as he mentioned stress.

      "....As.. there some /very/ specific topics related to some of them, other then just being exhausted." She'd carefully question, as she opened fire on the drone, her finials twitching up at Sky Lynx's steps, which.. actually cause her to relax a bit, giving him a nod of acknowledgment.

      He'll notably fine on the control console that the recording systems have been turned off.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl arrives at the training room because he is bored and couldn't find anyone willing to sell him any spray paint. Apparently answering '...certainly not so I can scrawl graffitti just \*everywhere\*!' isn't a valid answer to 'Why do you want this?' but this is a minor set-back. Graffitti will happen, eventually.

In the meantime, Whirl's here to engage in some theraputic violence. Maybe even against a training drone! He struts into the training area, singing to himself as he enters.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     His optics shift over to Sky Lynx as he entered, offering a nod to the mech before looking over towards Whirl at his entrance. The blue glint of his eyes study the mech in question, before shifting back to Starlock at the sound of her boosters. "I speak of far more underlying matters than particular reports, Starlock. But this is clearly something that will need to be discussed alone."

      He then brings his arms up once more, folding them over his chest as he watches her movements. ".. on to the next matter at hand. You've maintained an active presence in regards to assisting Autobot efforts, while solidifying your knowledge in several medical fields. So it strikes me as odd, at some of the undertones I've observed."

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
"I would be inclined to agree, Prime," Lynx offers before he leaves the console in the configuration it's in. A glance does go to Whirl, followed by a polite nod of greeting, before he just takes a spot to call his own, opting to lay down in a corner where he's conversationally close without imposing or crushing anyone.

Because that would be awkward. "Starlock...I do hope things find you well. It's good to see you on your feet." He looks at Optimus. "And...I can say the same for you as well, Prime. It's good to see you again."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Stalrock lets out a hiss as she's struck by the drone, a fairly nice sized crack in her armor being formed in a /very/ unfortunately familiar spot in her knee joint, that had recently been repaired. "Err Right" She'd cringe behind the mask, and drew out the hose of her refueling tank.

      "...Undertones?" She'd ask hesitantly, Oh no, he knows about her flipping the cons off on the field. Her optics then tracked to Sky Lynx. "Nice to be back on my feet.. " She'd state as she would try to take a more solid stance after her knee being stricken. "Doing okay Lynx you've.. I've not seen you since.." She decided it was best not to mention that, and then gave Whirl a nod of acknowledgment.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's singing is loud and obnoxious, just like Whirl himself. "You can fight, Transformer! Ride on the scattered melody of --," he warbles, until he sees just who else is in the room. "OhslagSkyLynx?...oh\*SLAG\*Prime!? Ohhhhslagslagslagmesideways." He stops dead in his tracks and, briefly, considers turning tail and running but then, two things happen: he remembers that he is Whirl, and Whirl doesn't back down from challenges, even if he probably should. And second, he spots Starlock. He knows her. She's nice. This could be ok. He just has to not do anything irrepairably stupid in front of Prime and Sky Lynx. He can do that, right? All he has to do is keep it together. With a new resolve, he heads toward Starlock and the others.

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     His optics shift back towards Sky Lynx, offering a nod. "It is good to be back, old friend. Unexpected complications during my mission off planet. Speaking of.. I need to see about having the ship repaired." He shakes his head, venting slightly at that. He now turns his attention back to Whirl at the.. over.. excitable mannerisms of his vocal output. ".. right.." His optics faded and then light once more, clearly having blinked, before looking back to Starlock.

      "Yes.. undertones. One can tell much of another through simple observation. Like the uneasiness when Prowl was mentioned.. or the annoyance mixed with concern when Blurr was spoken of." He focuses directly on Starlock now, even as she worked on refueling.

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
"Since...then, really?" He thinks a moment. "Has it been that long? Interesting." He frowns. "Well, I'm back...hopefully barring any further...complications." He grunts softly and looks towards Optimus at the mention of Prowl and Blurr. "Things have been...complicated of late. There's a fair number of situations that could warrant a full debriefing when time permits."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Stalrock raised a ridge over at Whirl's panicked exclamation and let out a chuckle, shaking her head, she went silent for a moment in thought. She would point to Sky Lynx though when he mentions debriefing. "What he said, can probably articulate it much better than I ever could." She'd nod with a vented huff as she took aim at the Drone.

      "....My issue with Blurr is a little personal, but I do not let it get in the way of my work... I do however find it /very/ exhausting to constantly have to speak carefully around him, or else he'll accuse me of accusing him of something awful." She'd huff once more firing at the drone.

      "...Hey Whirl, here to use the simulator?"

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl approaches the group, his rotors flicking and clacking in time to the click-click-clicking of his claws. His optic is fully round and shining perhaps a bit brighter than it needs to. He is attempting to be cool, calm and collected as he draws closer to the group -- and he's failing spectacularly at it.

"Optimus Prime! Long time, no see! You're looking good, as usual!" he says. "And Sky Lynx! Heard you nearly offed a couple of the Combaticons. Good job on that, too bad they got away, huh? And Starlock! Did you go talk to somebody about that aversion therapy thing we were talking about the other day? Because I seriously don't think you should try working through that stuff on your own. It's risky."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     At that, he looked to Sky Lynx and nodded. "A full debrief would be appreciated. Perhaps after I pay a visit to Blurr myself." He then looks back to Starlock and offers the femme a nod. "It shows that such doesn't affect your work.. which is why I'm promoting you to the rank of Sergeant, official once the announcement is made. This decision is based off of what I've read of your actions since I've been gone."

      He then looks over to Sky Lynx. "Any objections, or additional input on the matter?"

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
"Objections? Far from. Starlock's been a dutiful and diligent part of the medical staff. I daresay the medbay would not be the same without her presence and skill." He nods curtly. "Moreover, she's expressed and displayed willingness to assist others in even the most dangerous of situations. Admirable traits all around."

He turns his attention to Whirl and chuckles softly. "The Combaticons would learn swiftly to not stay in my way very long if they were clever enough to think about the consequences of doing so." He grins wryly.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Stalrock stopped and shuttered her optics.... "What?" She'd ask, as if not trusting her audials. Another part being the anxiety that would raise up, was that really fair to those who'd been here longer? Like Hot Rod, First Aid, Warpath, Healthpoint, Hyperdrive and.. Ohh, her face lit up quite the shade of energon pink under her face mask when Lynx starts talking. "Baah!" She'd state loudly, but would chuckle and sighed, it was nice to hear some praise for a change though.

      "...Thank you.. I.. I'd." She'd glance down, the Training simulation starting to undo the simulated damage to her and the drone. "I'd ask if you're sure, and if this shouldn't go to someone else more deserving but, you've kinda already answered that question." Her face mask would slide back and she'd give an embarrassed smile.

      Thats right Whirl had also said something and she looks over. "Uhhh Not yet, just.. kinda avoiding going onto that platform again, /way/ to high."

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl perks up at the mention of Starlock's dutiful and dilligent nature. 'She helped me pay a croupier at the Inn the other day," he says. 'We were gambling and I picked the wrong card so she helped me get the money out of my pouch, cuz...y'know..." He clicks his claws. He pauses, then shifts from foot to foot. "Orrrrrr, we could just kill 'em and let Primus deal with 'em. I mean...y'know, point/counterpoint..."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Optimus offers a nod to Sky Lynx's words, and then looks down at Whirl. "I would imagine such to be difficult, yes." He nods to him, before turning his optics back to Starlock. "Yes, I'm sure. Do not devalue your own worth.. but don't let such worth get to your processing node, either. Makes for an annoying bot." Was that a joke..? He then looks to the group collectively for a moment. "I'll make the official declaration for the promotion, and then make my way to check on Blurr. If I am needed, feel free to contact me directly."

      His attention shifts to Sky Lynx now. "I've spoken with Jazz. He's working on collecting a detailed accounting of the condition that our areas are currently in from each Division, as well as a tally of our available resources. If you have additional information relating to such, I'd be glad to have it."

**Sky Lynx has posed:**
Sky Lynx offers a curt nod to Optimus, the business at-hand taking precidence over most other things as he considers that for a bit. "I will certainly do what I can to provide as much information as possible, Sir. Count on it."

**Starlock has posed:**
     Stalrock made a face, she knew the type he was talking about alright, and let out a chuckle, and nodded, a frown forming in thought. "I should actually head that way as well.." She'd take a vent. "I do feel.. somewhat, responsible for this mess... and should try to help and fix it." she'd rub at her helm and glanced to Whirl, giving him a smile.

      She normally would panic at someone mentioning her and gambling in the same sentence, however, given Whirl's condition? She knew very much that probably meant alot to him. She'd turn to Sky Lynx listening to his words and.. Gave him a knowing nod.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl's antenna go back against the sides of his head as Optimus Prime acknowledges his existence. "Waitwaitwait," he says, looking over at Starlock. "...are you getting a promotion?! Awesome! You deserve it!"

Whirl shifts from foot to foot. "There's a psychiatrist who does a really good job," he says. "Can't remember his name, think it's something like Brang or Rong or somethign like that. He does ship models. And he's pretty clever. Almost got one over on me a couple times."

**Optimus Prime has posed:**
     Optimus watched the group for a moment, pulling out one of his datapads stored in subspace. He taps upon the surface for several moments, before the alert is sent about the promotion. He then sends the datapad back to where it was before making his way towards the door. "All right, Autobots.. I'm heading to check on Blurr." He pauses for a moment, glancing back towards them, before resting his optics on Starlock. ".. do not allow doubt to enter your systems, Starlock. It leads to guilt.. and guilt is not something you wish to fight with." His tone was one speaking from experience, before he offered a nod to all of them, and stepped out of the training room.

**Starlock has posed:**
     Stalrock chuckled at Whirl. "Yes, that what just happened." She'd smile. "And yes, Rung, I visit him regularly." She'd nod, before glanced away, at Optimus's words, ooh it was far too late for that.. Much, much to late for that.. She'd take a vent though, and glanced to Lynx, nervuselly. "Right.. I'm.. going to head that way too... Probably going to run into Pharma." She'd knit her ridges, knowing Lynx would understand why.

      "Don't break the simulator Whirly!" She'd call to whirl with a wave as she followed after. "See you soon Lynx!" she'd also call.

**Whirl has posed:**
Whirl click-clacks as Prime acknowledges his existence. His words of encouragement to Starlock don't go unnoticed either. His antennae flick back and forth when Starlock calls him Whirly. He raises a claw, considers then stops. "I...will endeavor not to, but I make no promises!"