Sky above New Crystal City

The air above the island is rough and turbulent, but it does little to hide what lies below. Instead of the rocky islands typical of this region of the Pacific, there is an enormous, blueish metal structure of some kind, like an outlandish, oversized oil-drilling platform. Huge sparkling spires stretch up into the skies, massive squat domes litter the island, and tall sky-scrappers loom over the ground, all made of solid metal. The city is currently in battle mode, and one can see huge cannons and missile turrets targeting any invaders. The entire coastline has been lined with long-ranged weaponry to ward off any invasion.

Contents:

F-35

Obvious exits:

Fly <Up> Plaza <P> Spaceport <S> Coastline <C> R'Lyeh <R> Central Hub <H>

Catechism is just idling around and pops up in the air for a better look at the city. Sure is pretty... and nicely defensible. Which are synonyms, really. She could go out scouting, she supposes. Maybe she will.

In a distance a pale yellow tetrajet is darting in and out of the clouds, performing several tight turns and sudden dives, twisting and barrel rolling with reckless abandon. Once more, Fleet is filling his free time with a dance.

Catechism doesn't notice Fleet, being more preoccupied with that is beneath her than what is above. Also, things in the distance tend to get blued and greyed out, anyway, so he's not as obvious against the clouds as one might expect. There were some promising oil resources in North America, she remembers, but that's rather well-defended. Perhaps she should go somewhere else, given her injured state. Oh yes, the major damage has been repaired, but it'll be a while before she is again in top form.

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) is often lost to his dances, however, with his frequent changes of directions, combined with the distance often covered when one's using the sky for a stage, gives him a somewhat wider effective field of vision. Before too long his sensors do detect Catechism, and he evens up his flight into a more standard pattern before radioing, "Greetings. I see you've finally been seen to."

Catechism is a little startled but recovers quickly. She pivots in the air to better face Fleet and nods slowly. "Yup." Catechism doesn't mention that she's not quite at full strength yet.

"Glad to hear it," radios back the jet. "Up for a fly to stretch your wings?" Catechism doesn't have to mention that she's not at full strength... the yellow one saw how badly she had been injured, and assumed this was the case.

With her usual enthusiasm, Catechism replies, "Certainly!" That'll give her time to heal, at the very least, and perhaps the possibility or practicing a few aerial tricks. Besides, for a Seeker, time spent flying is never wasted time. She leans backwards in the air and transforms. It leads to her jet mode ending up upside-down, but she normally flips over easily enough. This time, the longitudinal spin is a little rougher than usual.

Catechism transforms into her alternate mode: a F-35, Marine Corps variant. Her feet flip up against her shins, her nosecone rotates through her body and out in front where it belongs, her arms tuck into her torso, and her wings rotate into position.

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) approaches the other jet with the intent of doing a narrow, near touching pass because, well, he can, but when he sees the length of time she takes to roll over he reconsiders and changes directions slightly, widening the pass-gap. Best to avoid tricks when she was in such a condition. "A co-scout, maybe? You and I are both new enough to this planet, it wouldn't hurt to have a bit of a look around."

F-35 hovers complacently and agrees, "That's an excellent idea." Scouting is a very useful activity, after all. She was considering doing some by herself, anyway, and if they run into trouble, two are almost always better than one.

"Very well, then. Let's see what this mudball has in store, shall we?"

You take off and soar upward to Skies Above the Southwest Pacific.

Skies Above the Southwest Pacific

The sky is filled with racing clouds that partially obscure the ground below. Up above the lower layers of the atmosphere, everything you see seems sharper and more distinct. Surveying the land below you, you can see various things moving and spy the layout of the terrain in detail.

Obvious exits:

Fly <Up> leads to Stratosphere above Pacific Ocean.

North <N> leads to Skies Above the West Central Pacific.

South <S> leads to Skies above Antarctica.

East <E> leads to Skies Above the Southeast Pacific.

West <W> leads to Skies above Australia.

New Crystal City <NCC> Great Barrier Reef <GBR> S Pacific West <SPW> S Pacific Australian Coast <AUS>

F-35 flies up from Sky above New Crystal City.

F-35 has arrived.

F-35 trails after Fleet. Even if he wasn't fleet (as in swift, hah-hah), her few lingering injuries would still slow her down. She knows this area fairly well, as she pretty much has to pass through it to get back to New Crystal City whenever she departs.

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) is flying a bit slower than usual, in consideration of his companion. This is just a light scouting mission so... why not head somewhere he hadn't investigated much? "There's considerable landmass to the south, although no native cultures, although other groups appear to keep stations there, according to my readings. I haven't really looked at it yet. Shall we investigate the nothingness?"

F-35 radios, "Sounds sensible. Might not be much out there worth seeing. Might just be everyone else doesn't know what they're missing." Hmm, another cold place? Eh, twice is only coincidence. Nothing to worry about yet.

You fly the vast distance south to the Skies above Antarctica.

Skies above Antarctica

Your sensors twist and realign for a moment as you approach polar south. The temperature is well below freezing, and a frigid wind blows constantly, fighting to drop you from the sky to the fields of white below you. Between drifts of snow, you can faintly make out scattered scientific outposts and oil wells.

Obvious exits:

North <N> leads to Skies Above the Southwest Pacific.

North2 <N2> leads to Skies above Southern Africa.

North3 <N3> leads to Skies above Mid-Atlantic.

North4 <N4> leads to Skies above Indian Ocean.

North5 <N5> leads to Skies above Western South America.

North6 <N6> leads to Skies Above the Southeast Pacific.

Fly <Up> leads to Stratosphere above Antarctica.

South Pole <SP> Antarctica Ice Shelf <AIS> Ronne Ice Shelf <RIS> East Antarctica <EA> West Antarctica <WA>

F-35 flies in from the Skies Above the Southwest Pacific far to the north.

F-35 has arrived.

F-35 states, "It's really white down there." It's an obvious statement, but one must consider that she comes from Cybertron, which is mostly bluish-purple. As much white as Antarctica boasts is fairly big deal to her. She could have said the same of Greenland, but she was more concerned with raiding at the time.

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) radios, "Rather as expected... a considerable amount of nothing. Pretty... if only because it's not as covered with organic gook as the rest of this planet. Hrm... what's that over there, though?" He veers off to the left, lowering his altitude as he does so.

You descend towards West Antarctica below.

West Antarctica

Antarctica's ethereal landscape shimmers with a savage beauty and raw power. The frozen, unforgiving landscape is a land of extremes: it is the highest, driest, coldest, windiest continent, and yet these same extremes offer spectacle and beauty. The western region consists of an archipelago of mountainous islands covered and bonded together by the vast ice sheet, bordered on the east by the towering Transantarctic Mountains and on the west by the coastal ice shelves. It is a land of fire and ice... Volcanoes, many still active, dot the western coast, while glaciers pour great ice rivers through passes in the mountains to feed the massive ice shelves.

Obvious exits:

North <N> leads to Antarctica Ice Shelf.

South <S> leads to South Pole.

East <E> leads to East Antarctica.

Ronne <R> leads to Ronne Ice Shelf.

Fly <Up>

F-35 descends from Skies above Antarctica above.

F-35 has arrived.

F-35 stays a healthy distances above the frozen land, remembering how slippery it can be. She comments, "The mountains... they look a bit like Ry'leh. Only not covered over in metal. Doesn't look too useful, though. What did you see?"

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) flies towards the mountains, specifically the volcanoes. "This planet has an active core, although I believe we've tried to take advantage of that directly, prior to my arrival here, and were stopped. Still... there are many places where the heat rises to the surface, and there should be ways to take advantage of that less invasively without getting noticed... at least, at the start."

"We'd have to get a tech in on that," the F-35 notes. A sudden gust of wind hits her, knocking her off course. After a moment, she rights herself, but when in better shape, the wind wouldn't have moved her at all. Catechism would scowl now, if she could.

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) does a little roll, not really showing off, but just because he can, and because he enjoys it. If he did tricks to show off, he wouldn't be so paranoid about being caught dancing. "Well, back up. Just wanted to take a closer look here. It interests me that there are these remote heat sources in the middle of this cold..."

You take off and soar upward to Skies above Antarctica.

Skies above Antarctica

Your sensors twist and realign for a moment as you approach polar south. The temperature is well below freezing, and a frigid wind blows constantly, fighting to drop you from the sky to the fields of white below you. Between drifts of snow, you can faintly make out scattered scientific outposts and oil wells.

Obvious exits:

North <N> leads to Skies Above the Southwest Pacific.

North2 <N2> leads to Skies above Southern Africa.

North3 <N3> leads to Skies above Mid-Atlantic.

North4 <N4> leads to Skies above Indian Ocean.

North5 <N5> leads to Skies above Western South America.

North6 <N6> leads to Skies Above the Southeast Pacific.

Fly <Up> leads to Stratosphere above Antarctica.

South Pole <SP> Antarctica Ice Shelf <AIS> Ronne Ice Shelf <RIS> East Antarctica <EA> West Antarctica <WA>

F-35 flies up from West Antarctica.

F-35 has arrived.

"Well, have you had enough with ice?" radios Fleet.

F-35 rocks on her longitudinal axis, as if to 'flex' because of all the cold. It's a good thing that a) she puts out enough heat to melt ice and b) Antarctican air is really rather dry, otherwise she'd have to worry about her flaps and ailerons icing up. "I could do with somewhere warmer, if there's nothing more to see here."

"A few oil wells, too, I notice. But we're not here for a raid, so we'll move on." With that, he heads north. North2, to be exact.

Skies above Southern Africa

The brilliant azure skies over Southern Africa seem to beckon to you as you fly over them, birds circling around below you as you soar above it all. The Transvaal Uranium Mines lurk below you, marring the perfect landscape with their touch while the Congo lies north of that, its harsh jungle beauty a stark contrast to the stripmining below.

Obvious exits:

Fly <Up> leads to Stratosphere above Africa.

North <N> leads to Skies above Northern Africa.

South <S> leads to Skies above Antarctica.

East <E> leads to Skies above Indian Ocean.

Congo <CB> Transvaal Mines <TM> Merchant Republic <MR> Capital Area <CA>

F-35 soars in from the skies to the south.

F-35 has arrived.

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) twists in the air some more. "I think we've scouted far enough for this mission. What say we head back?"

F-35 is feeling rather better now. Perhaps a nice flight was all she needed. "Back? Now?" She ponders that for a moment. "I guess we've seen enough for the day."

"All right. I'm going high for this one. I'm tired of being close enough to 'smell' this place." With that the yellow tetrajet shoots upwards.

*Travel Spam*

NCC Central Hub

This is the very center of New Crystal City, and serves as the gateway to the other areas of the base. A feeling of claustrophobia exists here despite the fact that this part of the city is open to the air. Now in Battle Station Mode, the Central Hub has far less buildings than usual, as many have transformed themselves into huge laser defense cannons and missile turrets. There are very few positions one can take to hide from the weapons without being forced to take evasive action. The roadways have laser point-defense systems protecting them. The important buildings, including the medical ward and the command center now have a huge layer of thick metal protecting them, covering up the facilities and protecting them from harm.

Contents:

F-35

Trypticon <T>

Decepticon Sensor #1792

The Powerbase

Obvious exits:

North <N> leads to Mount R'Lyeh.

Northeast <NE> leads to NCC Dungeon.

Northwest <NW> leads to NCC Medical Ward.

South <S> leads to NCC Coastline.

Southeast <SE> leads to NCC Residential Plaza.

Southwest <SW> leads to NCC Spaceport.

East <E> leads to NCC Arena.

West <W> leads to NCC Central Command.

Fly <Up>

F-35 has already landed. She still needs to transform and does so now. The cloudy Seeker bounces to her feet and stands, looking rather more chipper than before.

F-35, Marine Corps variant, transforms into robot form. Catechism's feet unfold, her arms unfold out of her body, her nosecone rotates through her body and ends up on her shoulders to expose her face, and her wings rotate into position.

The tetrajet chooses a different route home than the F-35, climbing to the limits of his ability before diving back down in the direction of New Crystal City. He had been going at a considerable velocity earlier, using gravity to increase his speed, but no one would have known this by the time he reaches earth once more, for this time he gave himself a fairly good margin of safety. No flashy entrance, nothing like that... he just flies in and transforms in the air, landing the last few yards as though he had done just done nothing more than simply skipped from the ground.

Catechism nods to acknowledge Fleet's arrival. She glances around, at a loss about what to do. They've scouted, they've done raids, they've done practice fights... they even got drunk that one day. They could raid again, but the Autobots will probably be getting wise to that. Or not. They are Autobots, after all.

Fleet stretches his arms out and shakes his shoulders, kind of flexing his joints after spending so much time in his other form. What next...? Honestly, he had little in common with the female. He was a dancer... she was an evangalist. He spent free time losing strategy games, she spent hers trying to figure out new ways to "enlighten the heathens" or some such. About the only thing they had in common was that they were both new to Earth, and they were both military operations. There's a pause as he thinks a bit longer, then he shrugs his wings. What do they have in common? They both fight. But Catechism probably wasn't up to another raid just yet, so... "Training?"

Catechism perks up immediately. Wow, isn't she predictable? "Sure... there's nothing much else to do." She drags the tip of one foot across the ground in a loose arc, a meaningless motion just to fill up the time.

Fleet just nods and heads off. Why not? He already danced, and he could always lose strategy games against a computer later so... might as well spend some time practicing those skills he needs to survive.

*Walking Spam*

Holo Arena

Inside the Holo Arena are black, rubber-coated walls to protect the steel and also to reduce the noise, as these sparring matches can get very violent. A central control room is suspended from the ceiling, heavily reinforced to protect the advanced computer that controls the holo-imaging and stores thousands of simulation scenariors. If a desired scenario isn't already available, then the computer allows for additional programming.

Contents:

Catechism

Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon>

Fleet glides over to the controls. "Site of the last raid, or should we just choose something random? Well, not too random... most of this planet is water, and if we left it to chance, odds favor the ocean. But you catch my meaning. Maybe that ice area we just left?"

"A fight over the ocean wouldn't be too likely. Better keep it on land. The ice area? Hmm..." Sliding on slush isn't appealing, but it's something that she may have to deal with again. "All right."

Fleet taps in a few commands. "Right. Antartica... their oil wells. We'll start at engagement... the enemy can be another xeno. Drone AI seems limited when it comes to handling transformations..." (OOC: In other words, I don't feel like worrying about renaming attacks and crap like that to copy a specfic Autobot). Moments later, the scene changes to match.

Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> comes alive with glittering lights as various weapons arm themselves. "Skill Level set to high," the drone emits. "Prepare for combat."

Catechism takes in the new scene. Is there anything she can use to her advantage? Is there anything to watch out for? She also considers a few hypothetical details - the scenario is an oil refinery. If they're raiding, do they need someone to watch the cube-o-matic? Should they worry about escaping with a load of energon? She glances over at Fleet and asks, "What kind of logistics are implied here? What's our main objective?"

The yellow seeker leaps up into the air and transforms. "I should warn you, Catechism, I set this thing high enough that it might still beat us... this is going to be a tough one," he radios. With that he takes off and flies towards the mock-xeno that was fast approaching, preparing to use his favored tactic of firing with one rocket before moving into his better armored robot mode, figuring if he's going to get hit in his more vulnerable mode, better that it happen early on, when he's still at full strength.

Pyramid Jet (Fleet) misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his rocket attack.

Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> misses Pyramid Jet (Fleet) with its plasma attack.

Catechism opens up with her disruptor, just aiming to get in a hit on the mock-xeno, nothing fancy. Smiling wryly, she asks, "In other words, are we just trying to beat this thing?" Then, she leaps sidewise, hopefully to get out of the way of the mock-xeno's weapons.

Catechism misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with her disruptor attack.

Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> strikes Catechism with plasma.

This exo-suit drone seems more nimble than the last, easily ducking both rocket and disruptor. Unlike the previous drone, it appears to have little interest in applying melee, and instead it hangs back, firing one plasma burst from its shoulder mounted weaponry for each seeker.

The tetrajet veers off from course to as to avoid getting too close to the thing, rolling left out of the way of its plasma burst as he does. He transforms and air-tumbles, a movement that balances chaos and control. When the motion is finished his legs are raised partially and he is moving away from the drone once more, his arms stretching out towards the enemy, fingers spread, not that the position of his hands has much to do with the firing of his shoulder mounted weapons.

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Shoulder-Mounted Laser attack.

Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> strikes Fleet with cannon.

Catechism tries to side-step the attack but isn't quick enough and takes the hit hard, all along one side. It's not as bad as the damage that she took from the missile the other day, but it's close. Not wanting to make a habit of getting herself pasted in icy lands, Catechism growls, volleys back with her laser, and kicks up a big cloud of snow, hoping to obscure the drone's vision.

Catechism misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with her laser attack.

Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> misses Catechism with its cannon attack.

This mock-exo-suit is indeed nimble, as it deftly dodges the attack of both Seekers. The frozen landscape does not seem to hinder it at all. Now favouring its cannon, it fires off rounds at both Seekers, seemingly looking to cause as much carnage as possible in the smallest amount of time.

Fleet is hit hard in the left shoulder, and he's unable to suppress a scream of pain as he's thrown further back in the direction he was going. There's a large hole in his armor and an occasional flash from the wound. He casts a glance at the edge of the holo-field, longing for the painlessness of being on the *outside*, as part of his mind wonders how it is that something that hurts this much can't be real. He shakes it off and changes direction... several times, starting a zigzag pattern that moves generally clockwise around the drone, clenching his fist and raising his right hand as he flies, this time bringing his rail guns online.

Fleet strikes Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with Rail Gun.

Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> misses Fleet with its blow attack.

It seems that kicking up holo-snow did skew the drone's aim enough to let the conehead escape unscathed for the round, but she sees that Fleet was not so lucky and watches the yellow Seeker take a cannon shot, hard, and casts a concerned look over at him. In a real life situation, she might very well leave him to die, given an enemy that powerful, if extenuating circumstances weren't given, but that's not the point of this exercise. So Catechism instead glares at the drone and fires her gauss attack, hoping devoutly that it won't use some freak manipulation of fate to dodge the powerful magnetics.

Catechism strikes Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with gauss.

Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> strikes Catechism with cannon.

So apparently it is possible to hit the exo-suit, as this time around both seekers manage to do so. The damage done by Fleet's rail gun is minimal, but Catechism gets a good, solid hit in the lower-right portion of its trunk. In response, as Fleet circles closer, it suddenly rockets in his direction, attempting to land a solid blow on him. This puts the drone much too far away to use any kind of melee attack against the conehead, so instead it levels its canon at her and fires.

Despite the failure of one of his favored tactics, the rocket-in-the-face-initial attack, Fleet decides to employ another preferred move, cutting his anti-gravs and rockets as the suit approaches, getting out of its way quickly by moving straight down. He squirms in the air until he's facing up and raises both arms over his chest, the grace of the movement disguising the speed with which its accomplished.

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Shoulder-Mounted Laser attack.

Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> misses Fleet with its blow attack.

Catechism grins with grim satisfaction when her gauss attack connects. She doesn't savour her momentary victory for long, though. It'll take more than that to kill the mock-exo-suit. Aiming for the 'head', she fires off a quick laser blast and dives out of the way, skidding into the snow.

Catechism misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with her laser attack.

Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> strikes Catechism with cannon.

Despite the hits that Seekers got earlier, the exo-suit now shows its earlier agility. It slides to one side and then the other, using the slipperiness of the frozen South to its advantage. Again, it lunges at Fleet to land a strike, and then it fires a cannon blast at Catechism, who is too far away to hit in melee combat.

The trajectory of a falling object is easy to calculate. The yellow seeker once more uses this to his advantage, tricking his foe into aiming for him as he goes straight down, then firing his bootjets and turning on his antigraves just in time to move himself out of the way. Because of the drone's chosen attack, it is now at the same elevation as Fleet himself, with the seeker 'laying' horizontally on a plane perpendicular to it. The seeker simply rockets away, trying to catch the other in the backfire of his bootjets.

Fleet strikes Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with bootjet backfire.

Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> strikes Fleet with cannon.

Catechism gets cannoned right into the snow. She remains supine in the snow, her expression blank. A processor cycle... a processor cycle... she's down too long, and the utter ruination that cannon blast inflicted upon her core body easily explains why. Pain, glacier-slow, creeps into her stunned expression. Is this really fake? It didn't hurt so much in life. Maybe this is real then. Her thoughts ramble and tangle deliriously as pain and fear wrap into a noose with which to hang her. Death? Now? If that's what she deserves... and doesn't that exo-suit deserve another round of gauss? Giggling eerily, she summons another round of gauss and launches it at the faux-foe.

Catechism strikes Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with gauss.

Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> misses Catechism with its blow attack.

The drone takes a face-full of Fleet's fiery feet, and although this does little more than scorch its helmet, it does provide enough distraction to allow it to take the full force of Catechism's gauss. Here is where the AI fails. By now, a human might at least be annoyed, angry... *something* by all the nickel-and-dime attacks, but this thing has no emotions, only cold, preprogrammed routines. It fires a shoulder canon after the boot-jet-wielding seeker then dives, fist-simulation out, attempting to strike the conehead with a mighty blow.

Fleet is hit once more with the full force of the canon, sending him tumbling out of the air and into the snow. Unlike Catechism, he's tasted unconsciousness in this arena, last time at the unkind hands of fellow seeker Fulcrum. He pushes himself up and looks at the wanna-be-alien. He was going down this time, he already knew. Had this been real, he would have run a long time ago, but as it was... well, with so little left to lose, might as well go all out, right? He pulls himself to a kneeling position and points both arms at the enemy, bringing his rail gun once more into play.

Fleet strikes Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with Rail Gun.

Reality is usually the sworn foe of an optimist. In this case, though, reality is relief, as Catechism comes to terms with the fact that this is a simulation. She's not going to die. She's just going to be in more of a world of pain than she already is. Trying to avoid a bit of Planet Agony, she manages to roll away just in time from the mock-exo-suit's blow, inadvertently snapping off a wing in the processing of rolling. She gapes for a moment. That's her wing! She manages to quiet a little of her panic by reassuring herself that this is all a simulation. Putting everything she has into it, she spins around and blasts at the drone with her laser.

Catechism misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with her laser attack.

The drone doesn't reset, as it normally would when defeated, but at the same time, it still affects a sort of shutdown. It still responds, to an extend, ducking out of the way of the evangelist's laser, but it doesn't return fire, having expended too much energy on cannon blast after cannon blast. From this point forward, the drone is acting entirely on the defensive, making attempts to duck and dodge the seekers but making no return attacks of its own.

A slow smile spreads across the face of the yellow seeker. There, at the edge of defeat, they find... victory, or something close to it. Had this been real, the two would be able to retreat unhindered with whatever energy they had gathered. But instead... instead Fleet decides he'd like to try to bring the damned thing down as far as possible, punishing it for the way it had punished him. He lowers his left arm but keeps his right raised, bringing his shoulder up a little more to allow him to sight down his arm as he fires his laser.

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Shoulder-Mounted Laser attack.

Catechism braces herself, waiting for that knockout cannon blow to come and... it doesn't. Shivering, not from the cold - the cold doesn't really compare to how cold Cybertron got sometimes - but from terror and all the manage she taken, Catechism retrieves her wing and staggers over to the holo-refinery. There's static in her voice when she radios, "I'll get ... load ... energon. You deal... drone." (no attack)

Fleet's arms drop and he stares after Catechism for a moment in shock. Were his radio receivers working properly? Perhaps the intermediate frequency circuit was off or something, grabling the message? Catechism was retreating to leave Fleet... *FLEET* to deal with the drone. But no... wait... the conehead seems to have lost track of the reality of the situation to an extent, while Fleet knew that at worst, he'd just have to wait for a medidrone to revive him from knock out. So, while Catechism leaves to... retrieve the non-existant energy load, Fleet decides that dealing with the helpless drone was just what he wanted to do. He unleashes the remainder of his weapons on the thing, trying to see if he can bring it down before he runs out himself.

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Rail Gun attack.

But dammit... it still pisses off the yellow seeker that the thing's capable of dodging. He does so much prefer utterly defenseless enemies.

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Shoulder-Mounted Laser attack.

Fleet screams, "DAMMIT!" as he fires again with his ballistics.

Fleet strikes Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with Rail Gun.

Fleet mutters, "About time."

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Shoulder-Mounted Laser attack.

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Rail Gun attack.

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Energy Rifle (pulsed mode) attack.

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Energy Rifle (pulsed mode) attack.

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Energy Rifle (pulsed mode) attack.

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Energy Rifle (pulsed mode) attack.

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Energy Rifle (pulsed mode) attack.

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Energy Rifle (pulsed mode) attack.

After about the bazillionith miss, Fleet stands up, disgusted, and marches off towards the edge of the holo field, turning and firing one last time before exiting into full health.

Fleet misses Training Drone <NCC/Trypticon> with his Rail Gun attack.