Decepticon Performance Facility. [AKA: Training room.]

[Amphesiina]

Empty.

The steep slanted walls of the room stretched to an immense height and a rather daunting length. Yet- even for as much as could be craftily stored inside this realm, it was rather disappointingly empty. Nothing but lines of yellow tape marking caution along the walls and floors made up this facility of higher-expectations. A panel besides the door with a surprising number of buttons and commands. Large one-way glass panels cut the wall in-half horizontally so coaches and an audience could observe. Steel-grey walls and matching floors, small rows of squinting windows near the ceiling, and blinding white lights behind cages giving an even lighting. Very bland.

However.

Anyone that has been in this room before, perhaps watching training being performed or someone trying out a few new moves, has seen how this magical place worked. A code was punched into that panel by the door and the place came to life. A complex maze could be activated to shoot up from those yellow strips of caution tape on the ground, and levels would shift out from the wall. The maze could be shifted to replicate debris that could be found in an average battle ground. Another code entered could trigger a weather simulator that if needed- could change the surface of the floor as well. Strong wind could make for an interesting training program. Advanced technology was used in the practice arena for one purpose; to produce the finest elite soldiers that should be expected out of the Decepticon ranks.

An entire unit had plenty of room to train with holograms with their actions recorded for playback; with any weapons they deemed necessary for the fight. Both windows and walls were built for such activities.

Go ahead. Do your worst.

But keep in mind someone may be watching for your best.

[Amphesiina]

With a low rolling sound the doors to the training arena parted and opened for the larger entry of opponents to the flat surface. No codes had been emptied- in fact the maze was lowering back into the floor as the current members that had been training in the room currently-- stopped, and they all gradually packed up their things and watched in silence as the four members of the Pyrocons passed with a solemn expression. Kydro led them- followed by Scorch, then by Swordflare and Heatray. They made their path to the very center of the area before they too came to stop, turn- and look awaiting the arrival of Gnitav; their opponent.

Kydro's expression was rather empty at the moment.

[vating]

Gnitav marched into the room, as he entered and the doors locked behind him. He began loudly marching through the maze, being sure to make them fear his every step, it would throw them off balance, make them weak. He needed to make sure they were fearing as much as they could. He raised his Scrapmaker, and unleashed hell upon the lights above him, blasting them all until the very center one was left. He knew where they'd go, it'd be the location where they could cover every angle with ease, with four of them, that would normally be easy. With the lights only shining on them, everything around them would seem darker, they don't want to know what stomps through the darkness.

[Backbeat]

A bored NeVor watched the battle from the observation room. Currently, she had no interrogations to attend to, missions to complete, or victim to hurt. So she instead decided to watch the other Decepticons fight. To her it made sense, it was like a hunter watching a pack of animals to determine which are slow and weak. At least until the Decepticon interrogator had something to do. Preferably involving hurting someone.

[Amphesiina]

Scorch released a small whimper at the sudden darkness and spotlight casted down on them. The clack of heavier peddes upon the metallic ground echoed off the walls giving unsure locations as to where their opponent could of have possibly gone. Swordflare and Heatray shrank closer to the middle, their optics flickering around like nervous cats, looking to Kydro to finally do something.

“Get your night vision on.”

::And spread out. Wait for my signal.::

Scorch stared at him like he was insane. Kydro removed a flare gun from his hip and held it easily above them. When he fired, the group split. The round exploded over the last remaining light- setting the strip with a beautiful red fire as if it were made from molten lava. He changed the scene. Now it was even dimmer- but the atmosphere just seemed flat out creepy. The leader of course, Kydro- stayed smack dab in the middle; right in the open. Scorch fled a few aisles down and immediately dropped behind a wall and made himself quite small, turning off his biolights and keeping his optics flickering around.

Sword and Heatray did something similar. They plastered themselves against a wall and shut off their lighting, the two split up but stayed within sight of one another. All eyes looking to the noise that got closer. When the target was further away it was difficult to give an exact position due to the walls- but of course they would hear their rather bulky friend when he came near. Eventually, Kydro, the stark orange mech standing in the limelight began to remove some trash from his compartments and lighten his load. Nicely littering the center of the maze while he got comfortable, going over a few battle strategies as he waited for the slow mech.

[vating]

At the sign of the flare, the footsteps stopped. They had a plan, Gnitav could identify that now. He got on one knee and readied his missile launchers and fired them into the air. The missiles would arch back down in the general center area, but it was more of a means to unnerve them even more. He didn't target anyone specifically as he couldn't confirm his targets locations. With that, he continued marching loudly towards the center. Once he was at a corner that would reveal the center to him, he simply stopped, and waited. He knew at least one would be around this corner, so he wanted a read of exactly how they were doing first, which mean't he needed to listen for a moment or two.

[Backbeat]

NeVor watches the fight continue. It was group tactics that the larger Decepticon's opponents displayed that took her by surprise. Usually other Decepticons just went with the might makes right approach. To see a hunt, even one so basic, was a rare treat. She watched the scanner data of the fight on a nearby screen, insuring she knew what was going on in the darkened room.

[Amphesiina]

Dogs of War.

::Incoming Missiles!:: scorch screeched into the comms.

Kydro flinched at the sharpness of the mech's vocals, but his crimson optics flickered up to follow the movement of the peppered warheads rocketing off to the direction he stood. Unphased, Kydro detached a palm-sized orb from his handy dandy tool belt and held onto it for just a split second- lightly tossing it upon the ground and letting the large bubbleshield deploy and offer him complete protection from the missiles. From inside the explosions and bursts of light sounded rather muted, and once they had all landed, Kydro bent and retrieved his shield. He attached it back to his curved hip to let it charge again.

Silence never seemed to fall- as heavy steps thundered in the dark as soon as the echo of weaponry faded. The three outside the center remained frozen still as no command came from the center. Within that center, Kydro removed a toy-- three spheres that he often could be seen with while in deep thought. He claimed they helped him concentrate. Rolling them around in his servo, the taller built mech reached over his shoulder and unhitched arguably one of the most intimidating weapons he's used-- his double-bladed axe. Using the weight of the weapon and gravity- the head of the axe came to the ground with an echoing clank of metal as Kydro firmly held the handle and shifted his weight.

From the darkness of the stopped peddes that once approached-- Scorch hunched low and prepared to bolt with his widened and fearful lenses; Heatray grimaced and dug down his heels and Swordflare’s toothy grin broadened in its sadistic fashion while his clutch on the hilt of his blades tightened. Kydro- from the lower tilt of his helm, allowed his gaze to glare out from beneath the brow of his faceplate in the direction where the steps had stopped, his frame highlighted by the red flicker of lighting above him.

The anticipation and adrenaline was filled in their ranks-- their opponent had stalled enough for their lines to load.

They were ready.

[Backbeat]

NeVor quickly got bored watching the battle. Her comms beeped... A new mission? She left to answer the call. Intrigued by what it could be.

[vating]

Were they truly ready though?  As they waiting Gnitav simply stood there just around the corner for a moment more.  Two of his missiles had reloaded, he knew what to do.  What the Pyrocons could hear was a single clank, then the sound of two missiles flying up from the maze and right at either side of the center.  These were again, simply distractions, as they flew, Gnitav moved from around the corner with his Scrapmaker hefted to his side, winding it up and aiming it at Kydro and letting the shots start singing their deadly song.  Not once did he speak, he simply stared in the direction of his foe and fire, spraying the rounds in his general direction, at a rate that was rather...  Terrifying to say the least.

[Amphesiina]

song link in header below vvvvvvvvvv

                      light 'em up                      

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The lenses around crimson optics widened as the sizzle of incoming missiles lit their reflection. Despite having a calmer nature the younger mech was forced into action or face obliteration from the detonating rounds. Only an interchange of thoughts and he was thrown forwards--- KLAK KLAK KLAK. And apparently greeted by the puncturing shots threatening to tear his armor to shred from his frame as he ducked and rolled from the launch forwards. An extra push was given as a wave of energy from the rounds erupting behind him gave the tall mech a steady push forwards, directly into Gnitav's weapon. The enormous ax that was held in his right arm became joined to him, it split apart with his forearm plates and combined; together they created a circular body shield. It was rough going to throw that shield up and finally relieve him from being shredded right on the spot. Anger boiled the energon pumping rapidly through his frame- and out a number of places. Gnitav was acting as if he had his hearing turned off when Fauxwing expressed the motion of not killing one another. Stubbornness was something that had brewed with him within the years however and with his dentures clenched and lenses sharply narrowed, he wanted to prove that he could push through this. So, one foot in front of the other he started slowly against the pelting weapon until he was walking at a steady, crouched speed so he could be in hand combat distance. Despite all this- his servo clutching the small spherical objects replaced them in his belt, and removed his heavy pistol instead. 

Unlocking the safety, Kydro released a short huff into his commlinks shared between their group as he prepared to rip off a shot.

:: 1 - 2. 2 -1 ; remainder-3. Ready. ::

Silence on the other ends.

:: Now. ::

With a roar to build his confidence-he sacrificed his shield and ultimately left him the biggest target in front of the gun that could shred him apart if nothing stopped its aim. As the tank of the group- he always put himself first when taking damage and trusted his reinforced armored build to protect what mattered. However his systems already flashed across his display that if he did not move soon, he'd risk dismemberment and permanent damage to his spark. Blinded by the rounds slamming against him and the pain each shot echoed out, the pistol was slung forwards and exited a heavy slug direction to the upper frame of the mech.


The Jets.

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KLAK KLAK KLAK
From their positions located either side of the opening- both Swordflare and Heatray displayed a burning red heat on their weapons as they shot forwards on the command from their once crouched and smaller position. Swordflare sprouted this hideous maniacal grin over his sharper dentures while Heatray was locked and focus as they moved with unparalleled swiftness. Swordflare's journey- aided with the jet boosters on his back that propelled himself forwards with a savage speed, with both katanas resembling swords heated to bite through metal with little effort. They were pushed forwards as he sprang to send a hampering slice to the back of Gnitav's knee joints- one of the only openings that he had his eyes trained on since the opponent came into view- a move to unbalance the heavy mech.

Despite his equally formed partner still hidden in the shadows, Heatray came hurtling at Gnitav with the same propelled action as Flare did. However instead of swords, his forearms extended long curved blades that glowed an ominous red. They illuminated the parts of his frame that the light of the firing weapon failed to bring to view. With a rumble this mech's focused optics aimed to strike his blows fairly- once across the weapon that Gnitav yielded, and one to strike the forearm holding the weapon. 


As for Scorch? 

The little guy was cowering in fear far to the left of the curving wall that Gnitav stood at, next to an exit that one of the missiles had nearly hit. His lenses were shut tightly and his frame simply shivered in fear.

[vating]

As soon as the firefight began, Gnitav started marching into the room towards Kydro. The mech was luck Gnitav wasn't aiming that much as he would've been a pin cushion for running out of cover while Gnitav still had ammo. He still paid for a few stray shots as the massive mech marched into the room unleashing lead hell upon his foe. Only slowing down when the two jets jumped out at him and tried to disable him. With a grin of pure delight, he let them both come in. Sure, their weapons would collide, but on the downside, they were both in melee range of Gnitav and they left themselves open to his melee.

Even Kydro seemed to be denying fate, firing his pistol directly into Gnitav's upper body, causing the mech to look at him as he lowered himself to grab his two allies, transforming his scrapmaker away in favor of his hands. He embraced all the pain coming towards him. It would only make him stronger in the end, stronger and more violent. If he successfully grabbed both of the jets, he'd slam them into each other, then throw both of them towards Kydro violently.

If he wasn't so successful at grabbing them, he'd let out a hellish laugh and start throwing punches at the two of them, trying to pummel at least on of them into the ground. Either way, first missile was reloaded.

[Amphesiina]

He let him come. He took the shots like any natural born soldier would and stood his ground without second thought; there was nothing more but a gleam to his optics of his dedication. Kydro watched as his companions launched at the mech and disrupted the line of fire. Did he stand idily and wait for the scrapmaker to return to shooting? No. Did he wait for Flare and Heatray to be chucked past him? No. As soon as the oaf that wasn't greater in height than them lose concentration of fire--- Kydro came raining down upon him with his axe raised above his helm. He had launched into the air as soon as Swordflare struck his sword to hamstringing the mech's knee joints behind the plating.  It was when Gnitav had turned his helm to focus on the jets would he have short notice of some movement. The shape of Kydro landing upon him, his frame bursting out of the smoke created by the bullets-- his massive axe bearing down upon the gap between Gnitav's neck and collar. 


It was a mistake Gnitav made. To be forgetting about the Cybertronian that had been advancing upon him this entire time. Gnitav wouldn't have time to grab Swordflare or Heatray-- He'd be dealing with the heavy fire combatant roaring down upon him instead with a brutish blow. Gnitav had walked right into their setup; they had waited patiently for this moment--- hoping that the Con would grow sick of waiting for them. Exactly what had happened. Now it began.

Swordflare and Heatray rebounded as soon as Kydro came down upon him. They would have to pick themselves up from falling back with a clash to see if Kydro fared well.

[TF Sparks]

// (PLACEHOLDER.)

[aphidly]

Medevac was careful as she roamed the halls, being cautious as to where other far larger 'Cons were stepping as well as making sure the comically large medical kit she carried on her back didnt fall. It wasnt really that large, just in comparison to her as most things were. The medic was somehow more jumpy than when she was in the infirmary, which really seemed impossible, but still every out of place noise had her head spin towards it.

When she finally reached her destination she seemed to scramble in, as soon as the door closed behind her Medevac's optic darted around frantically until finally landing on the one who had requested her here. The copter hopped over moving the kit to her chest so she could set it down nearby. When she was close her head tipped "You requested my presence, Fauxwing?" it sounded like she was smiling, even if she couldnt. It felt like it had been a while since they last spoke.