Weaponry Philosophy (Training room)

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Characters: @sv19 , @pyro
Location: Training room
Content Warnings: Definite violence
Plot Summary: Sv19 is simply doing some target practice with his knives. However, this all changes when Pyro decides to pay him a visit---

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All crew-quarters eventually branch into a main hall, a main hall which leads to another grand selection of a chamber: the training room. The training room is an area full of practice dummies, and target practice props. An entire section of the training grounds is also dedicated to some holo-image enemies, used for moc fighting. Though most often, they aren't used due to common Decepticon doctrine: Why fight some dummies and holo-drones when you can just challenge someone and pound the living out of them instead? 

There are dents in the area, but for the most part, it's clean. So far. 

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Sv19 let loose from his grasp another throwing blade, which flew perpendicular to the floor, before slicing into the dead center of the targeting ring. It was a necessary practice, in order to keep all the joints he used for his favored method of attack well lubricated. The vehicon thoughtfully fingered one of his larger daggers, admiring the simplicity of it's design before heaving his arm, sending it across the room into the same prop his previous knife had hit. A slight frown was formed as the dagger only embedded itself a few inches beneath the red circle. Perhaps his aim with daggers was something worth working on. Then again, his throwing daggers were not as well suited for being air-born as his knives. 

Excuses. Sv19 thought to himself. He wanted to cut himself some slack, but not too much. Recently, he had just entered Earth's atmosphere, after a few hundred years of stasis. It was still slightly troubling to know he was the last of his kind when it came to vehicon classes. He'd yet to meet another black-ops vehicon, or specialized vehicon unit. Then again, Decepticon resources were a precious thing, and the ring of 'vehicon' was not an appealing one when it came to the scientists who used the resources. In short, he was lucky to be alive in the first place. 

Sv19 flung another dagger, this time it hit an inch above the target's center. He arched a brow behdin his mask, it was an improvement. He glanced around the arena briskly, wondering why anyone else wants training. Was every other Deception out fighting, or was he the only one who needed practice? Hopefully the latter wasn't the case. 

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If there was anything more strange than this rock planet, it was Pyro’s newfound boredom. It was a strange feeling, she’d always had something to do on Cybertron. Whether it was keeping up with inmates and ‘memos’ ( which were god awful to read), or being sent off on a ‘clean up missions’ (aka: sending an arsonist to lite up the party!), The Decepticon cause was nothing more than an ongoing party to save Cybertron. Or that’s what it once was. Now that Cybertron was re-classified as a dead planet, the party had kinda died. Well, for her at least. It was one thing to fight for a cause, but it was another thing to fight with sappy revenge?

Bah, what am I thinking.. Pyro sputtered in her processor. Pyro wasn’t one to take her beliefs into her head. Pyro, everything about the Decepticon cause is a-okay. You’ve been under a rock for a while, surely Lord Megatron has something planned. Just another big step to save Cybertron. So calm down-

As soon as she’d removed herself from her thoughts, she’d poked her head into training center. What she saw was strange. And by strange, she meant oddly satisfying. The last person she’d ever expected to see- nevertheless expect to live- was the vehicon that saved her life so long ago. Holy scrap, is that SV-19?!

Pyro was no longer sucked into her boredom, Seeing SV gave her about ten ideas filled with fun and excitement. However, only one was realistically possible. Maybe two, because the training hall was deserted. No people means no holding back!

“Hey Knifeman, your aiming is a little shabby!” She called out, entering the Training hall. She’d closed the door on the way in. “Is it me, or are you suffering from where's-my-friend-itis!” Geez Pyro, you need to work on your joke dictionary.. She thought distastefully. Because this guy is gonna need a few laughs from his old pal.

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Just as Sv19 was reflecting on the lesson ‘be careful what you wish for’, a voice echoed down the hall. He had indeed been hoping for company, however, he had not expected for a voice to enthusiastically call out his na-

‘Knifeman’? Seriously? Sv19 thought dryly, arching a brow behind his mask. His form broke, as he turned around, approaching the femme who’d given him a sterotype of a nick-name. It only took a few nano seconds for her appeanrce to click into his memory banks. She was—Pyro! Before he’d been locked up in a stasis pod, he had been in a small few battles as ‘test runs’. One of the many decepticons he’d encountered was this odd femme who had a thing for fire. Just like he had an appreciation for knives. They saved both each other’s lives in their pasts, specifically in the battle they’d been in.

Nothing formed bonds like fighting together. Sv19 halted in front of Pyro, before bowing his head briskly in traditional vehicon greeting;
“Pyro,” the vehicon stated levelly, “You still have a bit of spark I see.” Sv19 returned. He had a small sense of humor, though it was a dry one. His tone and voice never differentiated whether he was jesting or not. “At the moment, I believe you’re the list.” He state. He shrugged his shoulders before continuing, “My aim is a little off today. Nothing a few hours of practice can’t fix.”

Sv19 said thoughtfully. He had never really had much time with Pyro, so her showing up out of the blue definitely made thing interesting for him. She was a femme with plenty of energy, wits—and a sense of humor that had a habit of making someone’s eyes roll or making someone feel uncomfortable. Luckily, she hand’t succeeded in the latter just yet. He knew some things about her. One way this could potentially be a fascinating experience was because he was going to interact with someone who hadn't been programmed for a specific job, or with a specific personality. While some vehicon envied these sorts of femmes or mechs, Sv19 hadn't just made up his mind about them. He knew he'd have to experience multiple scenarios with them in order to conjure a full point of view on them. Until hen, who he could meet and what they were like was simply spontaneous. Even in Pyro's case, to him, last he remembered of her she was--colorful. Unique. Not Constructed on purpose. Strange. He wasn't about to complain though. 

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Pyro’s faceplate sprawled into a grin as she watched her favorite vehicon nod in acknowledgement. Unlike Pyro, SV was always contained, but still had a dry sense of humor. And that’s what she liked about the guy. Not only was he funny, but he didn’t care if she was being ridiculous or not. Or, well, she didn’t notice if he cared. “Well of course Im still kickin’, Sev!” Pyro boasted pridefully. “And it looks like you're kickin’ to!”

Pyro’s greeting was- well- very hands on. Before Sevs new it, Pyro turned on her heels and slung an arm over Sev’s shoulderpads. The arsonist was a little shorter than him, but her strength was sure to make him slunch over a bit. A friendly gesture, only in Pyro’s perspective. “Hey, practice you say?” She was curious now. Sevs was the best with knives. That’s why his full nickname was ‘Sever’. And hearing he’d gotten shabby made her a bit eager to help him out. “You know what you need? A good spar, half an hour tops.”

She looked up at SV and pointed one of her digits into her chestplate. “I bet I can still beat your skidplate down! However if you win, drinks are on me later.”

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As she cracked her grin, she spoke to him with her usual tone, a voice that smoothly swung from one topic to another. Or as gracefully as it could anyways. When the femme slung an arm over his shoulder, he wondered if it was also to pat him on the back after she did it to herself. Staying alive was an achievement, so Sev felt as if he could relate to her pride in the matter, considering drones and ‘normal’ foot soldiers fell like flies.

‘Hey, Practice you say? You know what you need? A good spar, half hour tops.’

Ah, I was beginning to wonder if you’d forgotten to say something. Sev thought to himself. He kept quiet, as he contemplated the exact fairness of a knife-thrower versus a flame-thrower. Odd odds. He was seeing the only old face he knew, so he wasn’t about to complain about anything.

“A spar it is then.” Sev nodded his helm, unsheathing a few of the heavier daggers he’d been needing practice with. The lighter and more aerodynamic knives were something he could throw naturally any day. It was the daggers he needed practice on. Pyro was a femme he hadn’t frequently faced. He was a rookie black-ops vehicon, and she was an energetic femme who lived up to her name. It was going to be a fine fight. Sev secretly wondered if Pyro had been practicing on any intricate flips or combat maneuvers. Sev never showed any sign that he was slightly scared of being beaten.

It wouldn’t do any good for the vehicon name if he was beaten…as little of honor as there was to the name. It’s just a spar. A small spar that no one else is watching. Maybe I could experiment with my own moves… Sev mimicked Pyro’s casualness as he removed her arm, positioning himself in a battle ready stance at one part of the training area.

“Perhaps you can beat me, but with such confidence, perhaps you wouldn’t mind moving first?” Sev asked.