Dancing in the Moonlight

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Characters: @windblade, Rodimus, Open to Autobots
Location: Scrapyard Base
Content Warnings: N/A
Plot Summary: Windblade can't sleep and finds no one else seemingly awake, so she tries some training instead. But she's about to find out she's not the only one awake after all.

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Most would probably call Windblade weird for deciding to do some training so late. After all, based on the Earth time it was midnight with the full moon high in the sky and casting a pale, white glow on the ground below. The sky was clear, the stars twinkling above in the inky black night sky, and the scrapyard was pretty quiet. There was the occasional sound from the monitors nearby and perhaps the slight movement of an Earth creature in the surrounding wilderness nearby. Other than that, not much for action was going on.

Ordinarily, the Camien flier would have out on a patrol or snoozing the night away like many of her fellow Autobots on Team Bee that lived in the scrapyard. But tonight, Windblade felt rather restless. She had been spending the last hour or two trying to recharge, to get herself to sleep so she could be energized for the day tomorrow since no one ever really knew what it would bring. Unfortunately, sleep refused to come and Windblade had decided to come out to the open area of the Scrapyard, giving a quick glance around with at first not finding anyone seemingly up like she was. Well, there goes her trying to start up a conversation idea, causing her to let out a soft sigh from her vents and crossing her arms in thought.

She needed a plan B. But what exactly could be a plan B this late at night? Perhaps a patrol wouldn’t have hurt but she wasn’t exactly up for doing one this late, much less expending the energy to do so. “There’s gotta be something to do.” Windblade muttered, turning her bright blue optics towards the white orb in the sky, casting slight shadows on her frame but suddenly giving her an idea. Looking at the moon began to bring back many memories of her training during the night back on Caminus, when she had really began trying to combine her dancing, acrobatics, and combat skills all in one, a time she wouldn’t really be seen by others unless they looked up due initially feeling uncertain about her skill and not wanting to make a fool of herself in front of others, especially her Amica Enduras.

Smiling forming on her face plates, Windblade activated the thrusters in the back of her legs and flew upwards until she was a good forty to fifty feet above the Scrapyard where she was certain she wouldn’t make too much noise. The last thing the Camien wanted was a handful of irritated and tired teammates biting her head off for causing a ruckus in the middle of the night. Though as she drew her personal Stormfall Swords from behind her back, Windblade took a moment to take in the sights around her, quite awed by how different the surrounding county and Crown City looked at night compared to the day. Sometimes she wondered what her fellow Camiens would have thought of this place, a planet so much different from home and Cybertron yet so full of wonder and beauty in its own right.

With such thoughts in her processor causing her to smile yet again, Windblade gave a deep, calming breathe as she took an attack stance, one blade held out in front and another above her head before she activated the red-violet colored energy blades. For a moment, she was still, formulating an image in her mind of fighting a horde of Vehicons before she began. Downward strike, side to side, block, parry, stab, her movements were fluid and followed from one to the next, the flier moving forward, twisting, flipping, and twirling, seeming to follow more of a dance routine then fighting, but the incorporation of all three were quite visible in her movements. She was swift, graceful, precise, optics closed and trusting her instincts to follow through on striking an invisible enemy, unaware for the moment of a possible audience.

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Rodimus had never been gifted at recharging at decent times. In fact, he spent as little time recharging as possible. He’d been warned about the effects of low charges time-and-time again, but he had disregarded it every time. He had been running a low charge for most of his life. Now wasn’t any different.

He was just doing rounds in the Scrapyard. Lazily pacing from one end to the other. Exploring what he could without being loud enough to disturb any sleeping members of Team Bee. He also didn’t want to alarm the humans who stayed on base. After all, it was exceedingly difficult for them to feel comfortable with giant robots running amok on their planet. The least Roddy could do was respect their sleeping.

The moon was enormous. Well, for Earth’s moon at least. Rodimus could remember the late nights he’d spent out in Nyon. The moonlight reflecting off the pooled Energon on the streets. He remembered the night he’d burned Nyon to the ground. There had been an equally large moon staring back at him from the sky. It was a battle of positives and negatives to think of Nyon’s end.

It was then that Rodimus heard the click of thrusters coming to life. A look was shot skyward as he took in what appeared to be Windblade. The moonlight as a background, he watched her battling a fight against an unseen opponent. She was practicing. Something he was incapable of joining in on, due to his status as a grounder. He’d be fragged if he didn’t enjoy the show though. He figured from her position that watching from the roof would be the best option, however. So he made his way there.

Part of him worried for a moment that she may not want an audience, but he put that to rest. If she didn’t want an audience, the sky above the Autobot base was not the place to be doing this. He leaned forward against the railing, watching her parry with herself. He didn’t speak up to announce his presence, however, because he figured she’d notice on her own eventually.

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Windblade soon paused, her stance one of being ready for an opponent to attack. Her optics remained closed, imagining a much larger, more dangerous enemy than a Vehicon, staring her down with murderous red optics. Her imagined enemy began to charge, a blunt weapon in hand ready to swing as they made long, thunderous strides towards her swinging that massive blunt weapon. Her first reaction was to watch the swing, seeing it aiming high for her chassis in her processor and thus she moved forward, leaning her body back just enough as if to dodge it before becoming upright. She twisted her entire form while bringing her blades parallel to one another to strike at their back, imagining the pained cry they would no doubt have.

With that final attack, the winged femme finally opened her optics, letting them adjust back to the lighting of the moon, her chassis heaving slightly from the solo training. A check of her internal clock told her it had been a good twenty minutes that she had been practicing, but she had been going hard. She had to be at her best, her senses and skill sharp as her blades. The last thing she wanted was to be caught off guard and unprepared for something unexpected.

In speaking of her senses, the Camien soon became aware of an Autobot scent hitting her olfactory sensors that was rather close. Curiously she looked down, Windblade a little surprised to find she had an audience after all and in the form of the orange and yellow mech Rodimus. Windblade hadn’t really gotten to know Rodimus that well, in fact she hadn’t exactly stuck around that often to get to know her teammates more personally other than knowing their names, functions, and what they looked like. But it seemed a good a time as any to socialize. “Hope I didn’t wake you up Rodimus, I was trying to be quiet.” Windblade apologized as she lowered herself closer to the roof in which Rodimus stood, deactivating her swords for the time being. “Or, if I had known you were awake I would have offered you to join in on training.” She added with a chuckle.