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Characters: Warpath, Chris Stratos; Open Location: Omega-1 Weapons Bay Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Warpath prepares his arsenal to train one of the new Autobot "recruits", despite not knowing what he'll really be in for.
They actually had to Warpath-proof the weapons bay, recently. When the Wrecker personally saw to the structural integrity of the room, he found several key 'weaknesses'; weaknesses being an apt metaphor for Warpath blowing several chunks out of it with his cannon. His arrival on Earth had been met with some concern, especially from Optimus. While him and his arsenal were always welcome to punch a few holes in a few Decepticons, doing so around the earthlings was something he'd had some trouble getting used to. Civilian casualties hadn't been a factor during the time his militia occupied Cybertron, and so Warpath had been spoiled by a massive battlefield full of things to blow up.
Warpath set down the fifteenth thermal shell he'd constructed down in a stack with the others, using his free time to think about his current predicament while he waited for the new recruit. He knew Optimus hadn't requested him to personally head to Earth, and yet here he was. The new Autobot High Council didn't appreciate having a beast like Warpath around during 'peacetime', in spite of the brewing conflict on Earth. It didn't matter in the end, however. Warpath was on a battlefield ripe with Decepticons again, and that was all that mattered.
Of course, he’d trained with his adoptive father, frequently. At the time he had no clue why, but he also felt that in the end it was because he knew one day he may have to fight. Definitely given the fact he likely knew MECH had searched for him long and often. But training with a giant robot? This was going to be new. He had only very limited control of his transormations yet and very little understanding of how his bot form even worked, which was something he guessed this mech was supposed to help with along with combat training...
When he entered the weapons bay, he had to back up a bit in quite a bit of surprise. That was one huge mech, what in the heck did he turn into? A tank? Plane? Train? A lot of thoughts entered his head until he finally garnered the courage to speak up. “So, are you Warpath? I’m not even sure I’m in the right place.”
Warpath heard a voice, and looked around to find it. It must have been the new recruit he'd been told about, but... he could find no Autobot nearby. There was a small fleshy human, but no young Cybertronian with stars in their eyes ready to mash up Decepticons. The Autobot stood up from the stack of munitions beside him, looking down. Primus, this was a test, wasn't it? To see if could stop himself from vaporizing a human with his weapons. Had to be.
Chris breathed no sigh of relief, instead he had to fight to keep his cool.
This guy was huge and suddenly he himself felt very small. It was hard to intimidate Chris, but right now he really just wanted to shrink back. We’re these guys nuts? They wanted him to train with this guy? Still he bit back his terror, not wanting to seem like a frightened little kid. He needed to do this, he needed to actually be prepared to fight these “Decepticons” as well as MECH and he wasn’t going to get anywhere acting like a scared little boy.
And so he sucked in a breath, and took a few steps forward. “I was uh... Told to report to you for training,” he then added. “Chris Stratos, at your service!”
Blam, he was tiny. Was this really the Autobot that Optimus wanted out on the front lines? It looked like he was more likely to get stepped on than to actually pose a threat. These must truly be the toughest times. Warpath bent down rather slowly, as to get a better look at Chris. The Autobot's cyan eyes blinked, narrowing themselves at the boy.
"Pow... you don't look like much of an Autobot to me."
Chris rubbed the back of his neck, so not everyone actually knew about him yet.
How did he explain this exactly? His body tended a little under the mechs scrutiny, but he made an attempt to transform. Luckily for him this was one of the few times that his abilities wanted to work with him. And before long, Warpath would find himself standing in front of a small, eight foot tall Praxian with red and black armor. “I uh it’s a long story... Apparently I’m half-Autobot and half-human, but it’s really weird either way,” Chris replied. “But it’s put some really bad people after me. And I need to learn how to properly use this thing..”
He then added, rather distantly. “Because maybe if I had sooner I could,” he stopped just short of mentioning his dad, or the fact he’d died protecting him. But it was one of the reasons he’d wanted training - so he could actually be able to protect those he cares about. “Look if you’re not interested, that’s fine. I can find someone else - the point is I want to control this thing. Learn what I can do. And I’m not gonna learn from a human, so...”
An Autobot/Human hybrid? Was such a thing even possible? Warpath didn't know, he'd never been a thinker; so for now, he suspended his disbelief. He probably thought he was some special little sparkling for being possibly the first of his kind, not that Warpath knew better. He could work with that, though, break him down then build him back up again. Warpath got out of Chris's face for the moment, standing back up proudly.
"I don't know whose bright idea it was to send you here, but POW did they make a mistake. See, they didn't send you to somebody who'd hold your hand an' coddle you for your mistakes, no. They sent you to a WRECKER! So for your sake, I hope you're made of sterner stuff than most humans..."
Chris smirked, like he really wanted to be coddled or anything like that. He’d hardly been that way with his dad, let alone anyone else, and he was not a hand holder himself. “I didn’t go looking for one. My dad taught me to shoot, fight, and sent me to school to learn to fence. And not to mention he was a former Navy SEAL. Look that up on the internet, and you’ll see what I mean,” Chris replied honestly. “So I’m not looking for someone to hold my hand. Hit me with your best shot, and hope you can keep up with me Mr. Wrecker.”
Even with his cockier side, Chris had a feeling he was going to regret those words.
There it was, that proud and aloof attitude humans had about themselves; so proud that they'd won the carbon lottery instead of the trilobite. Warpath loved it. Theirs was a fiery ego that was so quickly put out, so perhaps he was more like a proper Autobot recruit than he initially thought. A wicked smile formed on Warpath's lips, just as the 120mm cannon mounted on his chest extended to full length, pointed right at Chris, "Afraid I can't do that, zowie... wouldn't be much left of 'ya to train afterwards."
Warpath retracted his gun barrel a moment later, taking a few steps over towards the weapon bay's firing range, standing to the side expectantly. Now was the time to start up training, proper.
"Pull out your weapon, sparkling, you're going to impress me with all that pow... special training of yours."
Chris paused a moment. Having never actually thought to check if he even had a weapon on this thing - or at least a ranged weapon. He knew there blades that came out of his back, but did he actually have a fully functioning cannon or anything of the like? He put his hands on his hips and added. “Well have you guys got human sized weapons around here? I mean if you don’t, I brought my dads standard issue handgun,” Chris replied going into the bag at his side and bringing it out. “Not his rifle or anything super powerful. But if you want to see how I shoot I guess it can work.” He added as he approached the mech.
The Autobot looked back down to Chris with a scornful gaze, unimpressed. Buzz, there were some awfully basic things he'd need to train the boy in, but so be it. Warpath thrust his right arm out towards Chris, letting the over-sized sabre chaingun that sprouted up on it stare the human in the face. "Our weapons are extensions of ourselves. They represent you at your core! You need to learn to channel weapons of your own if you're going to make it as one of us."
The chaingun retracted in much the same fashion it had been summoned into existence, leaving Warpath free to fold his arms in wait. He wasn't expecting much of anything immediate to come from his brief lesson, but he expected the human to at least try.
Chris looked rather unsure of that. But did know of one of those - though not quite as attached to him as Warpath seemed to be. He reached back slowly and held out his hands, pressing onto two slots on his back. Immediately two hilts appeared, and Chris took out the twin blades he’d found not long after his first transformation. They were long and sleek, a dark gunmetal grey with a red hilt. “I uh found these after the first time I did this,” Chris explained. “Hence the fencing lessons. I’m still learning how to use them but I’m not bad.”
It was something, at least. Warpath wasn't too taken by the idea that he'd simply 'found' his own weapons inside himself. Chris could do more, he was certain of it. He unfurled his arms to bash his fists together, letting a small shower of sparks rain down in front of him.
"You can do better! You need to BAM... think of that which makes your spark burn brightest!"
Chris looked at him, really? There was more to this?
He looked thoughtfully at the mech, and tried his best to concentrate. After all, it was already hard enough to just get this whole "transforming" thing down, now he was expected to make weapons appear at will too? All the same, he looked deep down, concentrating in the same way he did to get this form to appear.
He opened his eyes to a whirrr, and a "shunk" sound. Finding that two, small arm cannons that had popped up on either arm. "Whoa! Did I actually do that? That's so wicked!" He exclaimed, hardly able to contain himself for once. "But how do I...?"
He didn't even get the chance to say shoot before one of the cannons had fired and shot directly at Warpath. Oh God...
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