Trypticon Training Room

     This stark, spacious chamber is well-reinforced and shielded to stand up to the strain of many

practice bouts. A training drone stands in one corner of the room, ready for a workout. The walls are sheathed in protective alloys that house sensors and cameras to project to the shielded monitors, allowing the combatants to observe their fight and progress. Off to the side are a few seats for spectators to observe the combatants and let out a cheer or two.

Contents:

 Training Drone

Obvious exits:

 West <W> leads to Trypticon Troop Quarters.

Scavenger enters from the Troop Quarters to the west.

Scavenger has arrived.

Long Haul looks like he had a bad accident with an automatic painter, and that probably wouldn't be too far from the truth. Splattered rather randomly over his usual lime green and black is a generous amount of purple and orange. The purple's not so bad, but really, orange has no business on a Constructicon. His left hand is purple, is right is orange, and over his metallic non-face is a large orange hand-print in the shape of his very own hand, interrupted only by his optic band (which has finally been cleaned off). At the moment he appears to be taking his annoyances out on the drone in front of him as he beats angrily into the thing (which is currently not set to fight back).

It takes several long seconds for the information his optics are providing to reach Scavneger's brain. Not because he's especially slow, but because what he's seeing is so unbelievable. Unbelievable enough to make him forget that the lazy writers didn't have any reason for him to be here. (those lazy writers!) Though he tries to fight it back, a laugh escapes his throat.

At the sound of the laughter coming from behind him Long Haul stops and tenses. If his fists weren't already clenched, there's a definite impression they'd be heading that way now. Finally he spins and jabs an orange index finger in Scavenger's direction. "WHATTAYA LAUGI-" then he stops, startled, as his processors register who it is. He calms and takes a less combative stance. "Oh. Scavenger." Then his pose returns to what it had been a moment ago, "SCAVENGER! WHATTAYA LAUGHIN AT!?"

Scavenger waves a hand appoligeticly, once he regains his self-control. "Sorry Haul," he says between snickers, "but you just look so... you look so..." He decides not to finish that train of thought, lest he needlessly aggitate his larger brother further. "What /happened/ to you?"

Long Haul accepts the apology - after all, Scavenger is the only brother who ever apologizes to him, so he might as well take advantage of it - and once more relaxes. He shrugs and answers, "Mixmaster," as though that were the only explanation needed.

Of course, there's a lot more involved, Scavenger's sure, but hey, where Mix is involved, the fewer questions asked the better. Some things, Constructicon was just not meant to know. "And he's not burried half-way through a bulkhead?" he asks. Given Long Haul's temper, such is always a possibility when agitating the transporter.

Not if Long Haul wants to avoid the dreaded GLUE. The transporter shrugs. "Naw. But he's sportin' a new look himself." He tilts his head downward a moment and considers. "'Course, if he tries spoutin' off like he did then, he jus' /might/ find himself innat situation," he growls.

Scavenger nods his agreement and suppresses another giggle. "So you're taking it out on some defenseless drone?" he asks. Good therapy, he supposes, but not ultimately satisfying. Much better to shoot things that go "Argh!" when you zap them.

Long Haul cracks his colorful knuckles and bounces back on his incorrectly hued heels. "Well, I /was/... 'course, even with the blamed thing turned on, it still gets pretty dull." He shrugs and for a moment seems to study Scavenger thoughtfully. Of course, with his lack of face, who can tell?

Despite being a little... unique, Scavenger's not always slow on the uptake. He knows an invitation when he sees one. "Want to go a few rounds with me, then?" he asks. "Got to be less boring than /that/ thing." Good exercise for him, let Long Haul work off some stream, everybody wins.

Long Haul would grin, had he a mouth, but there's a definite impression that he's pretty pleased with the suggestion. "Yeah, actually, if'n you don't mind!" And without waiting for further confirmation (since, after all, we are talking about people who have no clue as to the meaning of fair play) he once more balls his orange hand into a fist and swings it for Scavenger's rather odd-looking head.

Scavenger strikes you with tread-shot for 3 points of damage.

Long Haul doesn't even stumble back at the kick. He instead just looks down, almost irritated. "Oh, come /on/! Why issit alla my brothers kick like firkin' tape-bots?!" With that he lifts his own vari-hued foot and aims it for Scavenger shin (and if he only does 3 points of damage, his player's going to feel really dumb).

You strike Scavenger with Vari-hued kick.

The kick to his shins causes Scavenger to lose his footing, stumbling slightly as he goes to one knee in order to recover. But the noseless Constructicon is faaaaar from beaten. Instead, he rolls to the side and, as his back passes where Long Haul is... snaps his shovel up at his head.

Scavenger strikes you with shovel strike! for 5 points of damage.

*Clang*

It's not really a hard strike, but it makes a rather dramatic noise as Scavenger's shovel strikes true against Long Haul's head. The dump truck does stumble back, more out of suprise than anything else. Although, really, last thing this guy really needs is yet more loose circuit cards! "Ow!" he complains before falling to one knee himself, bringing his an open palmed down to smash into Scavenger.

You strike Scavenger with Falling Slap.

Scavenger reels with the blow, though compared to some of Long Haul's attacks, it was fairly light. Enough to stun him for a second, but not so bad that he can't recover pretty easily. Getting his footing pack, he charges at Long Haul, ready to slam a clenched fist into his head.

You evade Scavenger's Punch attack.

Unfortunately for Scavenger, Long Haul is still down on one knee himself, which makes it easier for him to duck under the swing. As Scavenger charges (and perhaps charges past), the transporter makes a grab for his brother and tries to flip him forcefully over his shoulder and into the floor.

You strike Scavenger with Shoulder And Floor.

And it's up, up, and down, kersmash Scavenger goes! Of course, this does the advantage of putting him behind Long Haul. While Scavenger's got no particular malice at the moment, he does so love a good scrap when he gets going, so he's gonna hit him for all he's worth. A good solid blow to the head should do it.

Scavenger strikes you with blow to the head! for 6 points of damage.

Long Haul, who was already half kneeling anyway, is slammed forward onto the floor. Well, scrap,  this is an awkward position to attack from... or would be if he couldn't, you know, transform. A mental signal, and parts of his body rearrange themselves in ways that would be quite painful on a human until, in his place, is a psychedelically colored dump truck. Still facing in the wrong direction. Ah, well, there's always rockets.

Long Haul folds in on himself and transforms into a dump truck.

You strike Scavenger with [1;31mAnti-Steam Shovel Rocket[0m.

Kabooooom! The explosion sends Scavenger flying, landing in a messy heap and nearly doing damage to his "tail." So Long Haul's breaking out the distance weaponry. Well, OK, to can play at that game. He might not have a fancy rocket launcher, but he's got a gun!

Scavenger strikes you with laser fire for 11 points of damage.

Ouch! Scavenger is scorching Long Haul's pretty new paint job! Good thing this is all virtual, anyway. In part as an automatic reaction to get away from the laser and in part to try and get up some momentum, the dump truck starts to rumble away. And away... and then it turns... and, oh, well, now it's rumbling /towards/ Scavenger. Yikes!

Scavenger evades your Pretty Multi-Colored Grill attack.

Scavenger avoids the attack by briefly launching himself in the air, coming down quickly and spinning to fire again. Sure, using his laser pistol again isn't particularly imaginative, but when Haul's as far away as he let him get, it's about the only thing he can do.

Scavenger strikes you with laser fire for 11 points of damage.

Once more Long Haul's truck bed takes a beating, causing him to briefly swear before he transforms back into his root mode. The transporter stumbles forward (since it's now his legs that are all lasered) before he recovers his balance and turns with a considerable lack of grace, returning laser fire for laser fire.

The dump truck stretches out and unfolds into Long Haul.

You strike Scavenger with Pathetic Laser.

Scavenger takes the laser in the chest, causing him to grunt as he falls backward, saving himself from a fall on his back by swinging out his tail to prop himself back up. This he follows by launching himself into the air again, this time coming down nearly on top of Long Haul, but actually just behind him, his "tail" once again swinging up to strike.

You evade Scavenger's shovel strike numbah 2! attack.

Long Haul actually manages to duck forward to avoid the shovel strike this time. Boy, but Scav's a hippity-hoppy type... then again, wasn't he on that shuttle, too? Since it's what he has out, the transporter keeps laser in hand, spinning around to fire at his brother, this time employing a lower level setting (he just had that ability installed. Nifty, no?)

You strike Scavenger with Pathetic Laser <Low>

Scavenger falls to the ground unconscious.

Training Drone hovers over to Scavenger and revives it with a quick zap of energy. "You require additional training to defeat this unit at this skill level."

Scavenger grumbles slightly as he gets back to his feet, glad he can't really be sore 'cause it was the training room. "Getting better, Haul," he says. "Didn't realize you'd gotten to be that good a shot." Not that he's the world's greatest marksman, but hey, if he can bullseye an Autobot headlight...

Long Haul gives Scavenger a long, blank look. Of course, all his looks are pretty blank, so that doesn't mean much, but even so, he seems to convey bafflement anyway. Good shot? Him? "Uhm, sure," answers the transporter, a little confused, but then he shrugs. "Anyway, thanks. You were right... that was a lot more inneresting than the drone."

"Well then," Scavenger says, "I guess I better get back to work. Hook wants some more of those

‘perfectly even trenches.’" This is said with an exagerated shuddering, as is usual when talking

about Hook. One of the few things actually capable of raising Scavenger's ire.

Long Haul nods as he trudges towards the door as well. "Yuh... I got stuff to do as well," he mumbles, although he doesn't sound particularly thrilled with the prospect. Then again, he never is. One of these days he's also going to have to get around to regreening himself, but he's waiting for a time when Repaint isn't on duty up in medical.