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Post by Prowl on Nov 15, 2009 2:04:51 GMT -5
"My holographic technology can not only impersonate myself, it can imitate entire islands if programmed properly," he says, "I used it to help protect some... Interesting creatures."
"I will demonstrate a blow you can use to knock an opponent off balance, it is useful to know," he says.
He drops back, and then lashes out with a kick, and even if it doesn't connect, provides him the momentum to flip to her side and attempt to put a 'fake blow' on her side which could be fatal if he had no self control. Of course he does, but he's being extra careful, trying to show Elita-1 demonstrations of moves.
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Post by Elita-1 on Nov 15, 2009 13:00:52 GMT -5
She dodges the kick easily enough; the move was telegraphed after all. The flip and subsequent attack, however, happen a bit to fast for her to counter.
Not that she'd really know how to counter a move like that anyway.
So instead, she rolls with it, letting her body crumple naturally to absorb what would be the shock of the blow were it real. She rolls a few feet away, then springs back up.
"Effective. Let me try- Yipes!" she exclaims as Emirate Xaaron collapses into tank mode. "He's a tank!"
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Post by Long Haul on Nov 15, 2009 22:31:19 GMT -5
Long Haul stares in shock as Emirate Xaaron transforms. The issue isn't really that Emirate Xaaron is a tank - military modes are rare enough when he comes from, but his best friend, Omega Supreme, becomes a tank (among other things). This issue is simply that Emirate Xaaron transformed!
"Hey, you transformed!" he exclaims, stating the obvious. "I didn't know you could transform!" Then he pauses a moment and rubs his chin. "Although I guess I should have, what with you being a Transformer and all."
This would be the perfect time to bring the ceiling down on him.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 17, 2009 23:12:01 GMT -5
Yes, dear, Emirate Xaaron is a tank. Reactions like that are part of why he doesn't transform much.
Emirate Xaaron sounds vaguely perturbed, "You have non-transforming Transformers?" Something about his intonation seems to say, 'What matter of witchcraft is that?'
Emirate Xaaron sends a haphazard blast at the ceiling. It might be too far back and just bring down the roof behind Long Haul. It might be too close and bury Emirate Xaaron. It might be off to the left or right and shower Elita-1 and Prowl. But it might be just right to entomb Long Haul.
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Post by Prowl on Nov 18, 2009 21:46:20 GMT -5
"Indeed he is..." Prowl says, looking in interest. From what he read about the Emirate, he doesn't transform. Maybe training is bringing out the fight in him?
"Hm," he says, and then leans back on one leg, before realizing the shot is sending rubble nearby. "Elita-1, watch out!" He aims to grab her around the waist and haul her away, not wanting to risk training being ruined by the distraction.
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Post by Elita-1 on Nov 19, 2009 11:39:58 GMT -5
"He doesn't transform? What...?" Elita looks from Long Haul to Xaaron for a few seconds.
Confused Autobot is confused! And not just because she isn't used to Autobots having military alt modes!
"Oh, Hey!" she yells as Prowl grabs her. She tries to smack him on the back. "Damnit, I can watch after myself!" She pushes herself hard off the other mech, hard enough to make her stumble slightly backwards.
She wasn't even given the chance! He just assumed she didn't have enough sense to get the frag out of the way! Oooooh...this is bringing back some of the less pleasant memories she has of training.
"I can take care of myself," she repeats icily (though not quietly), "Contrary to what those two might have told you. Just because they screw up and I die at some point does not mean I don't know when to slagging duck!"
Temper, she has it. And after voicing said temper, she proceeds to attempt a classic Storm Off right out of the training room.
OOC: Please don't ooc'ly take her Storm Off personally. She's young, emotional, and still upset with Sentinel and Optimus. Y'all can try and stop her if you want.
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Post by Long Haul on Nov 19, 2009 12:20:36 GMT -5
While some of the debris does fall in the area around Elita and Prowl, the blast is still on-target to bring quite a bit down on top of Long Haul, who is quickly lost from sight with a shout of, "Hey!"
Thus it is, he misses Elita's outburst (which is good, since by her reasoning, his failure to duck would mean he can't take care of himself). It's as she's storming off that he bursts out from beneath the wreckage, his damage amounting to little more than some minor scuffing and scratching.
"Oh, c'mon! Bonecrusher's dumped larger bui-" and then he notices that Elita-One is in the process of leaving. His optic band flickers and he looks after her, confused. "Hey, where's she goin'?" He looks at the others and rubs the back of his head. "Did I do somethin' wrong?"
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 19, 2009 15:08:41 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron's turret swivels to track the storming off Elita-1 - which is, admittedly, perhaps not the best body language, but he is not used to expressing himself in alternate mode.
His voice is firm and mildly disapproving, "Elita-1, you are taking a well-intentioned gesture and throwing it back in Prowl's face. Would you enjoy it if you tried to do something for someone, and the person got mad at you, instead? Show some maturity and finish the training - or storm off, and prove that you need the training all the more. It is up to you, my dear."
She isn't the only one who dies, in the future. She seems to be thinking her impending death makes her special. What nonsense.
Long Haul is pretty clearly distracted. Emirate Xaaron's turret swivels again and aims in the vague direction of Long Haul. He fires. /THOOM./
"Yes, Long Haul. You did something wrong. You allowed yourself to be distracted when there is enemy on the field."
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Post by Prowl on Nov 21, 2009 15:23:16 GMT -5
"Hm... Do try to show some self control when you're being offered help," he murmurs calmly. Prowl figured being focused on training while still new at it could mean less focus elsewhere.
He turns, letting Elita-1 storm off and then looks to Xaaron, "As I have apparently lost my partner..." He views the golden tank with interest, feeling it's probably the only time that he'll see Xaaron transformed.
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Post by Elita-1 on Nov 22, 2009 15:58:27 GMT -5
Elita stops in her stride when Xaaron speaks. It isn't the words that stop her, but his tone. He gives her a choice, but then again, he doesn't. Giving in to her mad would mean disappointing and more importantly disobeying their leader.
Then there's the fact that she knows she's overreacted horribly.
Her fists open and close a few times before she does a sharp about face and strides back toward Prowl.
"I'm sorry," she says tersely, "I've been dealing with people trying to protect me since I got here, and I'm sick of it. But it's not your fault."
"Let's try this again."
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Post by Long Haul on Nov 23, 2009 9:43:19 GMT -5
Long Haul was built tough - Tonka Tough! But still, Emirate Xaaron's cannon is backed by rather potent firepower when it hits, which it does in this case. It connects in the upper left portion of his chest, ripping through armor, blowing off his driver's cab (just why the heck does he have one of those, anyway?) and doing a fair bit of damage to the systems below. Not to mention sending him backwards, sprawling, into the pile of ceiling debris he had been standing in.
"Oh. Ow. Okay. That hurt," he grumbles, for the moment in too much shock from system damage to actually try and move again.
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Nov 23, 2009 14:23:44 GMT -5
It is tempting to imagine that somewhere, in another universe, Impactor is buying Elita-1 a drink at Maccadam's Old Oil House and telling her that Emirate Xaaron only gets worse.
This is not this universe.
Emirate Xaaron observes coolly, "Seems your training partner is not so much lost as found, Prowl."
He narrates, "Now, considering this is a self-defense exercise, my objective should be first, to escape Long Haul, keeping myself as intact as possible, or failing that, disable Long Haul sufficiently such that I can then escape intact. So while that shoulder shot seems to have stunned Long Haul somewhat, it has done nothing to impair his ability to chase me, and he has already demonstrated that he is faster than I am."
"Were my aim anything reliable, I could fire to take out his knees or ankles - not telling him I intended to do so, of course."
"But it isn't."
"I could try to ruin the ceiling again, but he's demonstrated that I would need to bring down a bigger building to keep him down."
"Thus."
The angle of his barrel cants down, and Emirate Xaaron aims for the floor. He just might miss it.
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Post by Prowl on Nov 26, 2009 1:22:44 GMT -5
Prowl cocks his head lightly to the side viewing Elita-1 out of the corner of his optics. "Only if you feel up to it," he nods and then explains his reasoning to her, "I protect my allies. I don't see why you wouldn't want somebody at your side ready to help in a fight."
"Shall we continue?" He turns and then crouches back down in his stance, "I'd like to see how you initiate a head-on attack, Elita-1. I'm ready when you are."
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Post by Elita-1 on Nov 29, 2009 11:27:05 GMT -5
"I'm not usually about the head-on attacks," she says and shrugs, taking up her own stance, "But I'll give it a go."
Elita considers and discards several options in the space of a few seconds. She's not even finished with cadet training, while Prowl is a trained cyber-ninja. Any attack she makes is likely to be too telegraphed and will be countered easily. A bit frustrating that- rather than teach her what attacks might work, it merely teaches her that most attacks won't.
She darts in, uses Prowl's hologram powers to make it seem she's continuing the run and attempting a roundhouse kick. In reality, she leaps when just a few feet from him, using his boosters to carry her over his head. She twists in the air so that she lands facing Prowl, attempting to deliver a hard elbow right at the base of his neck. Timing-wise, the elbow would land at the same time the fake roundhouse would, and accounts for him possibly dodging that kick.
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Post by Long Haul on Nov 29, 2009 21:26:54 GMT -5
Long Haul is just about to get back to his feet when Emirate Xaaron shoots the floor out beneath him!
Of course, it's only the training room floor, so it's not literally gone, but simulated gone feels real enough here and now!
"Hey!" Long Haul exclaims, frustrated. He jumps up and down a few times, trying to reach the floor above him. Then, grumbling, he instead grabs hold of the floor BENEATH him and riiiiiiiiiiips!
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