Bot Training: Robot Mode Obstacle Course

[Emirate Xaaron]

Emirate Xaaron crosses the finish, the others either more cautious or slower than he is.

He does not have long to savour his victory. The ground gives way out from under him. No one ever said there couldn't be two pit traps. Emirate Xaaron is the last person who could ever call foul for stationing one behind the finish. Don't rest on laurels, and all that.

Perhaps they can faintly hear drifting up from the pit behind the finish, "Touché, old man, touché."

[Synapse]

Synapse's journey to the finish might have taken a little longer if the Emirate hadn't fallen in. At the sight of Xaaron being swallowed by the earth, he quickens his pace, still testing the areas around him. That means Synapse is quite easily passable.

But when he does reach the finish, he pads up to the edge of the pit and crouches down. There's no sign of amusement over Emirate Xaaron's predicament anywhere on Synapse's face as he asks, "Are you in need of any aid?" After all, laughing at the other's situation is only inviting something else to come after him. Synapse would rather stay free of anymore pitfalls or nasty surprises--in the course or outside the course.

If Xaaron accepts, Synapse will reach out and ready himself to help in some pulling. If he doesn't, well, all the less contact is fine with the minibot. Grabbing one person already surpasses the amount of touching Synapse usually does in one day.

[Airazor]

Airazor cheats a little and uses her jets to get down and over the first pit trap. From there it's a lazy jog to the finish line.

She joins Synapse at the edge of the second pit looking down at Xaaron. She manages not to laugh, though her amusement shows in her optics and the small smile on her face. "Are you alright?" She would offer to help as well, but she's a bit too small to really give any affective help.

[Rattrap]

With the others having passed him up, Rattrap slows to a trot as he reaches the finish line; winning isn't such a big deal (and not happening anyway). Finishing without biting it, that's another matter, and he's done so in spectacular fashion if he says so himself. Well, except maybe for trying to fall off the monkey bars, but he won't be bringing that one up any time soon.

"Pretty good race, there, Emirate," says the spy conversationally, strolling around the pit. "Maybe we oughtta do dis again sometime. Wit' less Unicron." Because everything's better with a little less Chaos Bringer.

[Emirate Xaaron]

Emirate Xaaron checks himself over. Nothing is broken; the pit is lined with soft earth. Besides, breaking a leg on a training course would be counter-productive. He then checks over the pit itself. It's not that deep, and the walls slope. Looks like it was designed to be escapable on one's own, which is sensible. Someone getting stuck down here by accident, alone, would be a rather bad thing.

With a quiet, "Thank you," Emirate Xaaron shoots a deeply grateful look at Synapse, both for the offer and for the lack of mockery, but he waves the hand away. The Emirate is heavier than he looks, and Kup mentioned that Synapse tended to be prey to some unfortunate pranks. He doesn't need to compound the Minibot's troubles.

After a jump, he grabs the upper lip the pit, and he levers himself up and out. Fantastic, he is now both muddy and dirty. Emirate Xaaron idly rubs one his arms, trying to clean it, and he answers, "Fine, Airazor, although I appreciate the concern." Then, to Rattrap, he comments, "Less Unicron and more energon shots, hmm?"

Let's see if Emirate Xaaron has Rattrap's number.

[Synapse]

Synapse nods and fights down a flustered expression in response to Emirate Xaaron's look. He's just doing what should be done. Receiving such gratitude for that seems---unnecessary and he doesn't know what to do with it. Instead he addresses all with a brief bow and smile smile. "It was...a pleasure." All of it minus Unicron and the mud. The latter of which can be easily dealt with. Unicron probably won't go away with a shower.

"Until later, then." With that, Synapse turns to leave. There's a wash back at base that he's keen on having.


OOC: Synapse is out unless addressed

[Airazor]

Airazor nods in reply to the Emirate. She considers leaving as well, but doesn't for the moment. Might as well see if there's anything next before heading off.

[Rattrap]

Rattrap's shrug and smirk at Emirate Xaaron are easy, sort of careless gestures. Energon shots, huh? But where's the fun in that without the cute girls to do the shots off of?

"Don't sound too bad," he agrees anyway, making a show of casually stretching, fingers laced and palms turned out, arms extended in front of him. And why not? Xaaron seems okay by Rattrap so far. "So long as somebody else is pickin' up the tab, dat is. You gotta time and place in mind, Sir Gleams-a-Lot, just lemme know." It isn't that Rattrap's easy, really. It's just that his language is pretty easy to speak.

Synapse isn't so bad, either. Bit of a spooky sort, but another okay kinda guy. Rattrap tosses a lazy parting wave in the scout's direction as Synapse bugs out, then rubs the back of his neck with one hand, resting the other on a hip.

"Y'know, the kid's got the right idea," muses the spy. You know what else? He's had enough exercise for a day or two. Or ten. Maybe, if he decides he's feeling energetic by the time he ambles his way near the target range, he'll avail himself of the facilities. Standing in one place and shooting things is workable.

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OOC: Rattrap's out.

[Emirate Xaaron]

Emirate Xaaron still really isn't sure what women are. His basic understanding of femininity is that, sometimes, his troops will call someone a 'she', and they get confused if he tries to use 'he' instead for that person. So of course he won't think of having girls around for shot drinking. Some buffed and shined Tarnish Industries old-model tanks, though...

Er-hem. Emirate Xaaron is celibate and doesn't even think about that sort of thing, right?

Maybe.

Emirate Xaaron answers, "Nothing planned, but some relaxation will be in order some day, I am certain. Even the W... the most elite combat team in my Autobots was known to hit up an oil house now and then. Indeed, Synapse does."

So he heads off to the showers. Gold may never tarnish, but it can get muddy.

Exeunt Emirate Xaaron.