1037/Papa's Got A Brand New Jam

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar was standing in the traing arena awaiting the arrival of Private Goth who he'd been instructing in the arts of combat for some time now. The sessions were randomly called, as sometimes the mechabat and the space-alt were in their best shape and other times they were less than perfectly fit for training. This approach kept both of them on their heels, and improved their battle readiness as an attack or emergency deployment could come at any time. The spacer stood with his back to the entrance, his pauldrons rolling a bit, and then his torso twisting as he stretched one way and then the other.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would saunter into the Training arena, in his Root-mode of all things with his arms folded behind his back, looking less uncomfortable then he normally did while in it. Little did Darkstar know, Goth was coming in with new toys and tricks at his disposal.

      "Darkstar." He'd state politely as he walked in, with a nod of his head, walking towards the training arena controls.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar danced a bit in place after 'touching his toes', warming up a bit with a couple of shadowboxing jabs, a right and left hook, then an uppercut from both fists to finish. "Welcome to today's lesson," Darkstar offered as if it was business as usual, which it was... Just that he was unaware of the new tricks that Goth did indeed have up his sleeve. "You know the drill. Let's get to it," the spacer would finish before turning around to notice that the Beastformer was not in his beast form. "Huh... That's different," he'd observe. "Lookin' to actually improve in your \*proper\* form... Finally."

**Goth has posed:**
     "Perhaps." Goth would state as he ensured the safety was on, as well as changing the arena to the simple scenery program he'd made, changing the room to look like a open air-training room made of brown and gold colored metals and marbles, with arch-ways that opened out into a organic alien world full of plant like.

      "Hope you don't mind merely changing the scenery, the old training arena is getting a bit stale." He'd muse as he walked onto the field.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar chortles and shrugs his pauldrons while the scenery changed all around him to something a bit more alien than he was used to, yet nothing that wasn't similar to what he'd seen on many offworld missions before. "Doesn't matter what kinda scenery we're doin' this in... Battleground is battleground." A broad grin from audial to audial offered to the mechabat, and Darkstar leaped into the air and transformed.

    The Arrowship rocketed around the arena, gaining altitude before pivoting around to face the robot-formed Beastformer. << Ready when you are, Bats... Err, heheh-ahahah! Guess maybe I'll have to call you 'Bots' from now on, eh? >> the space-alt jests.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth would take what /looked/ to be a defences stance. "Don't be foolish, just because I'm not /loathing/ my root mode at the moment, does not mean I see it as my main mode." And with his attempted fake out, Goth would huck one of those new drones of his at Darkstar, before lunging off to run underneath the spacer to avoid fire!

**Darkstar has posed:**
    The Arrowship takes his time stalkign his prey, and though he'd invited the Beastformer to take the first attack of opportunity it was clear that Darkstar had learned a lot from studying his opponent over their great many training sessions. When Goth began his fake out, Darkstar was already barrel rolling to starboard... But oddly enough he wouldn't actually need to, as the drone seemed to malfunction. << You're using \*those\* now, huh? Be nice if they actually \*did\* anything, Bots... >> the arrowship chortled as he burst forward with a sudden afterburn.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth takes the hit hard, grunting out in pain, but he uses the momentum that tosses him across the field to transform into his bat-mode, and lunged once more at Darkstar. "AHG! Oh we shall see what you are saying once I can actually hit you." He'd then bring his claws forward in a bid to strike the spacer.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    There it is! The Arrowship is struck in turn, and thanks to the holographic simulation the claw marks appear along his portside armored plating. << Cute little tap... Nothin' I've not felt before, remember? You're gonna have to do a lot better than this with your \*hits\*- hahahah! >> That said, the Arrowship rockets forward with another quick burn before slowly just enough to bank tightly to port, and come about to place the mechabat back into his line of sight. << If it ain't broke... Don't fix it. That's what they say, right? >> Darkstar offers with an arrogant chuckle as he attempts to ram into the Beastformer once more.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth once more is rammed by the spacer, it hurt, but he landed the hit needed, that acid was going to leave one nasty burn, if not a hole. A grin would form on his face as he took a defences stance once more, he seemed to not be running as on empty as he normally would be after stuff like that. "Hmph, of course you would." He'd scoff, taking in a deep vent, and releasing a familiar screech.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    The acid did indeed begin to eat away at the Arrowship, and the chuckling from Darkstar as he whipped around the scenic training arena abruptly ceased. << What the frag... >> he began, only to wince in pain in the next instant. << Ahh! AHHHH! You lil' piece of... Hahahahah! You used the acid an' went and make your own blasted attack already! >> Darkstar was still feeling the pain of the biting acid, and it was quickly compounded by the sudden pierce of Bat Bot's screeching. << Urrrgh... >> Now he was getting annoyed, and it showed though he did continue to laugh-- the sound more like one coming through a clenched jaw this time.

    Dropping from the air, Darkstar transformed and shifted his chassis so that he faced the mechabat. Goth had trained with Darkstar for so long it was an absolute certainty that the scientist knew what was coming... Rockets, of course. Rockets of the Starkiller variety.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth gave a wild grin. A unhinged laugh starting to escape him. Compared to Darkstar's missiles, what Goth applied the acid to wasn't as difficult or took as much time to put together.

      Even through the smoke of the rockets, Goth was laughing, even if his panic alarms and lights where sounding off.

      "Indeed, Indeed~ Effective, is it not?~" He'd then lunge at the temporarily stunned Darkstar.

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar was getting slashed with acid claws, and bitten by vampiric fangs left and right now! Goth was actually managing to put up a good fight-- one that left the spacer considering whether or not he would actually fall in defeat for once! "It's about fraggin' time!" the space-alt boomed. Yes, if anyone thought that he wanted to constantly easily defeat his training opponents they would be sorely mistaken. The only way to grow stronger, more skilled, more powerful... That was through facing those who could actually make him exert himself, put his all into the fight, break new ground.

    "Two feral attacks, like the beast you are-hahah! I'll raise you another barrage if that's how you wanna play it!" Rockets filled the space between the two mechs, white smoke engulfing both he and Goth alike.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth takes the missiles once more, and unfortunately goes down, due to having been in such close proximity to rip at the spacers energon lines... It takes a moment, but after a few breems, the training arena forces Goth back into his root-mode, after undoing all the simulated damage.

      Goth would groan and start pushing himself up a /grin/ still on his face. There was /confidence/ in the bat, he was certain of something. "I suspect that, for a change.. You might of just gotten lucky."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    Darkstar barks a laugh as Goth decides to blame luck for his failure... Just like a true Decepticon actually. "Yeah, if anything our training sessions should've taught you by now is that it's all luck between us..." Starting toward the exit, he gestured for the mechabat to follow. "C'mon, let's get over to the 'Jump... Might as well have a drink for once. Barely ever have any time for that stuff anymore," he offers along the way.

**Goth has posed:**
     Goth chuffs, having wanted another round out it, to see if it actually had been luck... Unfortunately he sees that this isn't going to happen, not this Solar-cycle, and starts following. "Perhaps, had that drone actually hit, you would have been in much more trouble." He'd state. "On top of what the corrosion would of done."

**Darkstar has posed:**
    "If's... And's... But's..." Darkstar offered back to Goth before he disappeared out into the long hall leading into The Forge proper, while on his way to the Jump Joint.