Sweep Sanctum

Both home and outpost for the dreaded Sweeps, the Sanctum is a technological marvel. Fully stocked with state of the art scanning equipment, sensor relays and communications posts, it's a dream for the modern Tracker/Terminator. Set in the middle of the main room is a round table, complete with enough chairs to accomodate the Sweeps and any visitors that happen to... stop by. Other doors branch off from the main center, leading to individual rooms and storage hangars. Mounted on the walls are numerous trophies, all tagged with the name of the hunter and the prey from which the trophy came. Lit by a combination of sodium lamps and fuel torches, the whole base gives off that eerie feeling reminiscent of being surrounded by your worst fears. But to the Sweeps, it's merely home. There is a board on one wall for important hunt information. Type +hboard to view. Lining practically all of the back wall is a huge trophy case. Type +case to have a closer look.

PRIORITY OBJECTIVE: We must increase our efficiency as a pack.

-- +commands lists commands for the Sanctum --

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Geist

Extended Radio Equipment 287

<OOC Editor’s Note: Lost log bits due to computer instability>

Fleet nods as he walks over. He eyes the chair for a moment first, as though actually wondering if it would be appropriate for him to sit, before actually sitting down. He sits rather straight and stiffly and looks at Geist expectantly. "Sir?"

Geist leans back in his chair and looks at the seeker for a long moment. "Why do I get the feeling that you resent me asking you certain questions? Are you regretting your decision to train with me now? Do you want out?"

"Geist, I question every decision I make. Always. And I will continue to question them. It's how I know I'm comfortable with the answers." Fleet pauses as his processors try to put what he means into the right sort of words. "You've asked me that several times. I may question my decision to accept training, but if I had found my answers lacking, I'd have already pulled out. As for resenting certain questions..." He frowns. "No. Not really. I think I more worry that I'm not answering them correctly."

Geist leans forward in the chair and rests his elbods on his knees and lenas a bit close to the seeker, "I know more about you than you may think. And my training isnt always combat oriented. While its true that the Sweeps are outside the chain of command, we still have responsibilities within the chain of command. We still have to take command of missions and be accountable for them good or bad. What I am trying to do with you is to help you be more comfortable with that aspect of our existance. Here you have 1 subordinate to deal with, Chimera. Is she superior to you physically? Yes. Are you still in charge of her? Yes. Where does that leave us? I rely on you to assist me in training her. Does that make sense to you? By helping me, you are in effect training yourself."

Fleet leans back as best he can (a Seeker isn't really built much for leaning back in chairs, what with the wings in all... although a Sweep might well understand that problem), not so much to move further away to Geist but to consider what is being said, as is evidenced by the expression on his face. It's awhile before he answers, but when he finally does he nods his head. "It does."

Geist leans back again, his wings going over the top of the low cut chairs, "Then could you give me a little more cooperation? I understand your reluctance, but I need your trust to make this work. I will not get you killed by my hand or any other. That I swear to you. But you must trust me for this to work." The sweep stands and turns his back to Fleet, "We have come to a point at which I cnnot proceed without Scourges permission. Provided I get it, I will tell you what is next."

Fleet nods. "I will do my best, Geist." And honestly, he intends to... but it can be kind of hard to evaluate training when it isn't actually RPed out for various reasons. He quiets for a moment, opens and closes his mouth once or twice, then nods. "I, erm, await the results, then, sir." The pastel seeker stands back up and looks around, trying to figure out if he's been dismissed.

Geist doesnt turn around, "Speak your mind, Fleet. I can hear the gears turning. There is no protocol in here. Just us."

The left corner of the seeker's lip quirks up in a slight, self-derisive smirk. "As I already said, I always question things. So my mind immediately started to wonder what could be going on next that would require Scourge's permission. I didn't say or ask anything, though, because I came to the realization that that's something I need to wait to find out... and that learning to trust you probably means learning to wait for my answers and to be content with that."

Geist nods, "Was that hard for you to say?" The sweep does turn this time to look the seeker square in the optics.

Fleet once more puts, perhaps, more effort than he should or needs to into what the Sweep has asked him, an expression of faint puzzlement brushing his features. He shakes his head. "No... it was harder to /not/ say it before."

Geist folds his arms across his chest and gives the seeker a half smile, "Im going to tell you now, Fleet, that you are going to be part of something totally alien to what your used to. To that end, I want you to start doing something. I want you to speak your mind to me at all times. Questions, comments, suggestions, it doesn matter. I want you to be at ease with me. If something is difficult not to say, then say it. Understand? I want you to speak to me like your brother." The sweeps optics glint with just a little mischief at the last spoken word.

Brother? Well, Fleet had factory mates, but the- oh, wait. Speak his mind. "Brother? Erm, I had factory mates, but they're mostly all gone now..." The pale seeker shakes his head. "That in and of itself will take some getting used to. Being guarded with what I say is generally a survival skill. Being unguarded leads to trouble." Like getting Arachnae to like him! Which landed him in this to begin with! He smiles slightly, and there's another pause. "Although, as Fulcrum's quick to point out, EVERYTHING leads to trouble sooner or later."

<OOC Editor’s Note: GRAH! More missed poses. I’m still keeping this log, though.>

Geist says, "As I said, I want you to think of me as your brother. Not brother in arms, not factory-mate, /brother/. As if you and I share a common bond that is stronger than any cause or alliance. I have to be able to know that you will watch my back and you have to kinow that I will watch yours."

Silence. Again. As Fleet mulls this over, bringing his right hand up to rub his chin as he considers what is being said. Finally, "You're right. This will be alien. And difficult. It's an entirely new mindset for me, Geist... it will take some adapting. /I/ will need some adapting."

Geist nods, "You are not being forced and there is no time limit. I just want this bond to build. The stronger it is, the further along your training can progress."

"Right," answers Fleet. "That, at least, makes immediate sense to me. I can understand that much." The seeker allows himself another smile, once again more amused with himself then with anything else.

Geist says, "Go get some rest. Next cycle, provided duty doesnt intervene, we shall meet on the field of combat. Im anxious to see how you are progressing in my absense." The sweep gives a wry grin, "And I guess you can bring Chimera as well.""

Fleet starts to stand at attention, then catches himself. "Yes, si-Geist. I will. Assuming her duties don't intervene as well." With that he turns and leaves, perhaps a bit too quickly, although he finds himself surprised with just how much he had allowed his guard to be lowered while within this structure... certainly more than he would have expected!