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Characters: @cyclonus, @silentsky Location: Training Room Content Warnings: Violence, perhaps injuries and energon Plot Summary: Having a bit of quiet reflection in one of the training rooms, Cyclonus may find that an upstart youngster wishes for him to teach them in the art of combat.
Cyclonus came here often. Occasionally, like now, a training room would be empty. Its quiet atmosphere made it the perfect place for a bit of quiet reflection. He had the outer viewscreen set to the starboard view of faint wisps of precipitation that hung daintily in the Terran sky. He much preferred the comforting view of stars to this organic world’s skies. Something was wholly organic about the blue of the sky. Something alien and unfamiliar and unsettling.
Still, it allowed him something to focus on. Cyclonus stared out, standing by the viewscreen. His mind wandered as it often did. To the past. To conquests of other alien worlds and their subjugation or liberation depending on whether the Autobots managed to oust the Decepticon forces. Green skies. Red skies. Skies on fire.
His mind drifted farther back. Back to Cybertron in the later stages of the war there. Their own skies burned. Smoke tore black ribbons in the firmament. Explosions and the screams of the wounded and dying. The roars of the furious and the brave. The whimpers of the weak and the cowardly.
Further back now. To the days when he wandered. Past them, back to the golden age. To his former master. Galvatron. Cyclonus could still hear his voice clearly as if the warlord had never left his side. His triumphant flair and laugh that dared to conquer the world. Not unlike Megatron. Hm. And Scourge. Cyclonus’s memory failed him there.
He wondered where his old friend had gotten off to.
The Nemesis was quiet today. Normally quietness was unsettling, tense, and unwelcomed, often spoken as a calm before a storm for most. But for others, like Silent Sky, quietness was welcoming and meant nothing too concerning seemed to be happening. It meant there was a chance for some down time and preparation, to be ready for what came next among all the other chaos that was happening in this war.
Silent Sky was intending to do just that in the form of training. Her presence there on the Nemesis had been short, her entry tense and uncertain, but here she was now on the legendary warship, quietly strolling back towards the crew quarters with the faint click of her thruster heels on the ground. In hand was her specialized staff, lazily twirling it in her right hand between three digits of two fingers and a thumb. Doing so had become a habit, something she did when her mind wandered idly in the quiet, semi-lit halls. Silent Sky’s processor was going through some possible courses of training she could take; there was aerial maneuvers, martial arts, melee, or doing some target practice in the training rooms.
Perhaps a combination of them all wouldn’t hurt in fact. She continued to ponder her choices as she arrived to one of the training rooms, devoid of sound or signs of someone being there…least that’s what she thought until she looked around. Off to the side of this particular training room was indeed someone, their form causing Silent Sky to pause and look over their form for a long moment, trying to place who it belonged to. Their form certainly spoke of their nature as a warrior, strong, durable, powerful, if maybe even older looking in model. After a minute or so of long silence and contemplating the answer finally hit. This must have been Cyclonus, a much older flier than herself but she had heard, like many of those tending to be in a higher position, that he was quite formidable despite what era he was from. His form practically spoke for itself.
Having a sudden wonder if maybe Cyclonus would probably mind a training session then and there, Silent Sky couldn’t hold back the desire to see this old warrior in action for herself, perhaps even learn a thing or two from the older Decepticon. Moving towards the purple warrior, Silent Sky got a glimpse of what he was staring from the monitor in front of him, noting the precipitation filled sky that made her wonder for a moment if she interrupting anything, but it didn’t hurt to try. “Cyclonus sir?” Silent Sky inquired in slightly louder tone than her usual hypnotic whisper, giving a slight clearing of her vocalizer as she did.
The hiss of the doors to the training room simultaneously alerted Cyclonus immediately to its new occupant and broke him out of his reverie. His head inclined ever so slightly to take in the new arrival. Some sort of seeker from the looks of it. One of Starscream’s brood perhaps? It mattered not. He turned his optics back toward the view.
Speaking of Starscream, Cyclonus had yet to encounter the air commander. Not that he particularly looked forward to their meeting, it was inevitable. He noted with some mild curiosity that the newly arrived Cybertronian did not go about their business but now approached him with what seemed like trepidation.
Turning his head toward her before she spoke, Cyclonus considered her. It seemed that she knew who he was. He wasn’t particularly surprised. “Yes?” he replied, “What is it?”
It seemed she didn’t have to try drawing Cyclonus’s attention after all. He turned his head towards her before she had entirely spoken which probably put Silent Sky’s wonder if she was interrupting his thoughts to bed pretty quickly. The hiss of the door had probably done that long before. But Silent Sky was patient to wait for him to answer, carefully studying his reaction and signs of annoyance or irritation in his body or EM field. Some Decepticons didn’t particularly likely being bothered, much less having their thoughts interrupted when they were seeking time to themselves. If this were such a case, Silent Sky would have immediately left him alone and found another room to train instead.
But, there was no signs of such in his voice or demeanor, rather he seemed to remain calm and watchful. “I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind a spar perhaps?” Silent Sky inquired towards him, her EM field giving off an inquisitive feel to it, indicating she was genuinely curious but there was no indication of a demand or mockery. Not all Decepticons were exactly courteous to give a forewarning or asking for training, and some like to using mockery, insults, and goading to get others maneuvered into a spot of fighting and triggering some chaos out of boredom. This was not the case for Silent Sky. Mockery and boasting she tended to save for when she was facing Autobots or other enemies, when she felt in such a mood of showing triumph and confidence. But it was normally her tendency to strike silently and swiftly was what Silent Sky felt like could get her point across.
Though, she gave a slight flick of her wings behind her, indicating the rest of the room behind them. “That is if you do not mind me asking. It has been quiet as of late, and a little training seems fitting for such an opportunity as this.” She added, tone going back to an audible whisper.
This one was watching him carefully. Interesting. Not quite as full of the bluster or sense of superiority as most Seekers tended to be. Perhaps. It was a bit too early to tell, he supposed. Cyclonus, for his part, kept his faceplate and body an impassive mask more out of his own stringent discipline than anything to do with this femme.
The ancient Decepticon was, however, a little surprised at her request – not that he expressed that outwardly. Cyclonus rubbed his chin with a sharpened actuator, considering. She seemed genuine. Curious. And she had not goaded him like others of her kind might have. This one was interesting. If quiet.
Cyclonus nearly had to strain his audios when she went to whispering. An odd one. After a moment had passed, he dropped his hand from his chin and nodded. He gestured to her. “Very well. I do not mind. But first, tell me your designation,” he said. His voice came across cold, curt and professional as it always did, but not unkind.
Cyclonus was actually quite interested to test his skills. Perhaps it was the nature of a warrior, but though he had experience in spades, he always respected new opponents and sought to better himself through them. If he could teach and better one of his fellow Decepticons as he did it, all the better. These younger mechs tended to make up for what they lacked in experience by tenacity in spades. Cyclonus wished nothing more than to test his own tenacity against hers.
“What sort of combat? Hand-to-hand? Melee weapons? Aerial combat? Full combat?” he asked, offering her the choice.
Cyclonus wore a mask, his face and body unreadable. Silent Sky wasn’t utterly surprised by this, especially since Cyclonus seemed the calmer, quiet type compared to a majority of the Decepticons. He wasn’t a show off, egotistical, and crude, and if there was any of this in the older warrior he hid them fairly well.
Once more she was quiet, patiently waiting for him to consider her request. Perhaps it was a bit out of the blue and was enough to catch any off guard, but with a warrior such as the mech before her she felt perhaps some how he wouldn’t mind such a request. Warriors were always trying to test their mettle, adjusting their styles, testing their strengths and weaknesses, finding where they could improve and build up on what they knew. Perhaps was such the case for both fliers, one of the ancient past and one of the current time. Silent Sky didn’t quite mind learning a thing or two in improving her skills or testing her combat prowess against that of someone who had been at this for far longer than she had.
“I am Silent Sky of Iacon sir,” Silent Sky answered, keeping her voice back on a more audible tone as she turned to move towards the middle of the training room, not minding the cold, curt tone he had. It seemed only fitting since she was his subordinate. In fact, she expected to be addressed as such when it came to Decepticon higher ups.
Turning to face Cyclonus once more, the femme rested the flat bottom of her spear on the ground beside her, tapping her fingers on the metal handle in thought. It was her turn to consider his question of what they should focus on, seeming to look at him as her wings twitched in thought, although her optics were downcast to the floor behind her visor as she thought for a long few moments. “I was thinking full combat, melee, hand-to-hand, and aerial, the works.” Silent Sky answered once she finally settled for certain on her previous thoughts. She had already decided she would go all out for training when she hadn’t expected anyone else to be there, but now there was someone she could face as a sparring partner for the time being. Whether they would be regular sparring partners would be another thing.
Pushing this thought aside though, Silent Sky lifted the spear in her right hand once more, as she shifted her stance to that of a defensive one, staff horizontal in front of her, it’s metal form worn and torn with signs of many years of use and several times of repair. “When you are ready.” She stated in a firm tone, but never losing the slight whisper while her wings angled upwards in anticipation.
“Silent Sky of Iacon,” he replied as if committing it to memory. Not so young, then. Old enough to have known their world before the ravages of war perhaps? If she had, then she was unfortunate indeed, for their world had become a horrendously barren waste. Silent Sky knew loss if that were indeed the case.
Cyclonus followed into the center of the training room, stopping so that they had a respectable distance between one another. She pondered his query, which gave him brief pause as his optics swept across the room. Aerial combat would be tricky in such close, enclosed quarters. He had experience in it himself, but he was curious to see how she would handle it.
Silent Sky’s wings were quite telling of her inner stream of thought like many Seekers, he mused as he watched her. But as she readied herself for combat, Cyclonus did the same. Instead of drawing a weapon, he merely assumed a readied stance, clawed actuators held before him like so many blades. “En garde.”
He would hold back, he figured, at least until he had a proper gauge of her abilities. Then, Cyclonus could ramp up the difficulty as required of him. Her stance was defensive. It left few openings. He began to circle her, still maintaining his stance. Perhaps a test.
Abruptly, he lunged forward, striking with one hand, jabbing with his digits together, at her faceplate.
Silent Sky was young, but she was far from being something of a sparkling or youngling by Cybertronian standards. She had been around long enough to know their world, but during a time when trouble was already brewing, already barely tearing at the seams before bursting into utter chaos. And she knew loss. Entire unit she had worked with for long enough they had felt like family, scattered and forced to choose a side, her mentor shot at the hands of an Autobot, and seeing the fall of their home over the gradual continuation of the war. Though she felt a twinge of sorrow and loss whenever she thought of her mentor and father figure, she rarely, if ever, broadcasted it.
But she tried not to dwell on the past much, especially when she had matters of here and now to be concerned with, such as the case with this training session. Her current adversary for example was someone to be watched. He took his own readied stance, noting that he did not draw a weapon. Curious way to go. Yet, Silent Sky wasn’t questioning it. Rather, she was quite interested to see where things were going to go with this, watching the mech carefully as he began to circle her, making sure he was never out of her sight, turning slightly as he seemed to start moving towards her side. She was expecting him to maybe draw a weapon then and there, trying to catch her off guard with hesitating to draw it.
What she didn’t expect was the sudden lung, optics widening behind her red visor as she saw his very own hand coming for her. Her first instinct was stepping one foot back behind the other, tilting her head as she moved backwards to try and avoid the worse of it, but part of the tips still grazing her face guard to leave small scratches in the metal. But she didn’t stop just because it was unexpected, but rather moved back enough to regain herself before lunging back towards the old mech, hands grasping her swear as she swung the flat end towards his mid-section.
Silent Sky could recall it had been some time since facing someone making use of their digits as weapons, often because they were sharp and could be just as deadly as any blade if someone knew how to use them right. To say the least, she rarely had ever seen someone use them like Cyclonus had just now.
“Good,” Cyclonus commended his opponent on her evasion of his first strike. It had still managed to graze her, however, and she required a lot of time to recover. Instead of pressing the advantage he that in the intervening moments, he withdrew his claw and reassumed his stance. When her counterstrike came, he was more than ready for it.
Parrying the strike with his arm so the flat of the blade actually slid off of it with the full momentum of her strike – so as to unbalance Silent Sky, he moved closer to her. His size and the fact that he was now at extreme close quarters rendered the reach her spear granted her ineffective. In fact, she would now be hard pressed to even swing it with enough force to dent with the edge of the blade.
Cyclonus moved to grab her and fling her over his shoulder and onto the floor. “But not enough!”
Her timing was off, too off for her liking. Cyclonus’ sudden lung had caught her unawares that a counterstrike wasn’t going to be overly effective much less bring harm to him at all. He used his arm to parry it, stepping into the movement and causing her to lose her proper footing and flaring out her wings as a way to catch herself if she could. It was just enough, but he was too close for her to try a similar tactic a second time.
Silent Sky knew she had to be smarter than that, more watchful and careful than most opponents. Fact was, Cyclonus wasn’t your average opponent. Primus only knew what forms of combat he knew, possibly even ones that had since gone extinct throughout Cybertron’s history along with far more experience under his belt. She would have to be a bit craftier to get an upper hand on this mech, there was no denying that. But his sudden grab on her shoulder made her form tense when she felt him begin to lift her from the ground, “Just getting started.” She responded in kind, her tone calm and soft as she actually pulled herself in his grip as he went to throw her and bringing up both of her pedes near his chest.
She had but a split second to act from him lifting her, kicking on her thrusters on the heels of her feet to a strong enough power to push herself from his grip. Whether she left some scorch marks or not didn’t exactly concern her as she flipped in the air from the force of the push and correcting herself to face him once more as one area of her left arm popped up mid-flip. The moment she was upright she fired her Photon Blaster, making no hesitation to follow through on an attack.
A ghost of a smile flitted briefly on Cyclonus’s faceplate as he felt Silent Sky throw herself into his own throw. She used the thrusters built into her own feet to deal a blow to his chest while also freeing herself from his grasp. “Excellent!” he complimented her as she flipped and twisted through the air.
The moment she landed, she unleashed a volley from her blaster, which Cyclonus dived and rolled to evade. “Very good, continue to use every facet of your body as a weapon,” he instructed, a hand touching the scorch marks left behind subconsciously. Superficial damage. Only cosmetic.
“Your current aim is to force me to draw my weapon,” he added, treating this as both a lesson and an opportunity to push himself, “I will not make it easy for you.”
Knowing that he was at a disadvantage at range with her gun, Cyclonus resolved to close the distance rather decisively. He charged head on at her, feinting another lunge with his clawed actuator.
Was that a smile she was seeing? Silent Sky couldn’t help noting it, faint as it was the last thing she expected was to make one of her superiors smile from something she did. The praise perhaps was a bit more expected but a smile…that was something different, rare even. For now though, Silent Sky simply dismissed this as she just gave a slight incline of her head to show acknowledgement for the praise, watching him dive to the side to avoid the photon rounds coming from her blaster.
She had every intention of using what she had available to her. Once more she had her stance, waiting for his next move and eyeing Cyclonus every chance she could, not wanting to have him catch her unexpectedly as she did at the beginning. “What good would it do if things were easy?” She prompted in return, watching the slight movement of where she left scorch marks. But Silent Sky doubted those would be the only ones he would be leaving with and Silent Sky with a scratched face guard. No, this was going to result in some stabs, gashes, and dented armor, at least that’s what she expected.
Still, Silent Sky could see she had a current advantage with distance. It was not particularly her most favorite spot, preferring to be up close and fighting her opponent instead. But the moment Cyclonus began charging, Silent Sky followed suit as she began firing more rounds from her Photon Blaster until they were closing the distance, switching her spear staff to her left hand and shifting her body just enough that his sharply pointed digits struck into her shoulder. Oh how much that slight run through hurt, sending her sensors ablaze with pain, but she endured it as she brought her right fist up an uppercut towards his lower jaw.
It was a risky move, one she was not unfamiliar with performing countless times before. She would pay for it, and she could have done anything else but striking up close was her forte, her intent to knock Cyclonus off balance this time.
“Indeed,” Cyclonus answered finally as his approach became more serpentine to accommodate the weapons fire. Shots plinked off his armor with stings of pain, but Cyclonus hardly noticed them. His feint had actually connected fair and true. Unexpected, but he would take it. The full brunt of his attack had not been used in that blow.
As such, Cyclonus very easily retained his balance and fortitude. His optics darted downward, seeing an uppercut coming at his chin. How unorthodox. Swaying out of the way, Cyclonus dropped down to the floor. His leg shot out in a sweeping kick so as to take Silent Sky’s footing away from her entirely.
Cyclonus’ durability and fortitude were something to be admired, that much Silent Sky was quickly realizing for herself. Sure, she had heard the stories and tales of the higher ups, but to experience for one’s self was far more exhilarating, a better way to gauge how true those tales were. And she could certainly say it was quite true right now. And perhaps deep down a part of her was actually enjoying herself, to be able to participate in a real training session compared to her half-fast ones from time to time. And honestly, she didn’t normally seek out sparring partners but sometimes it was a nice change and this was one of those times.
At this rate though, Silent Sky half expected him to evade her punch, catching his movement as he did so and kicking on her thrusters once more to gain some air, dodging the kick. Her thrusters soundless as she kept them activated, “Don’t blink.” Silent Sky spoke in her soft tone, almost more hypnotic sounding compared to the rest of the times she spoke while her form vanished seeming in a brief shimmer of light as her cloaking field activated. It was always part of the her way of fighting. Unheard, unseen, keeping the enemy guessing. The room was not exactly spacious and Cyclonus was no normal adversary, so no doubt he would be sharp regardless.
But she didn’t hesitate the moment her cloaking field activated, making a wide arch towards his left side just a few feet away while pressing a button on her spear staff, it’s secondary thermo-energon trident-like feature activating once pressed. Once more she did not hesitate for long, having her arm back as she held the spear staff ready, the slightest moving of joints unfortunately not being masked as her thrusters were. But this little setback didn’t stop her as she threw the spear staff hard, aiming for Cyclonus once more, trying to make use of their close proximity to her advantage.
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