Decepticon Performance Facility. [AKA: Training room.]

[Corvid]

Passing by a moseying Carbyne as she walked the halls, Medevac would find Fauxwing waiting in the performance facility wearing her usual visage. Squinting dubiously, mouth neutral, her eyes roamed up from an object in her hands elegantly to meet Medevac's. When she spoke, her voice was more relaxed than usual. Was she pleased with something? Or merely worn down from a long day? Knowing Fauxwing, more likely the latter.

"Ah, Medevac," she sung in greeting.

A look at the load her leader was carrying would have given Med all the explanation she needed for why she'd been called here. If she thought on it, also why she'd seen Carbyne leaving the room behind her. Fauxwing turned the object over, holding it from the barrel to attach it to her left arm.

"Commissioned it some time ago. Since I lost my nega-ray cannons aiding Harbinger in his campaign, I've been sorely in need of a replacement." It was a cannon. A long, slim barrel tapered to a point, triangular in shape. There was no apparent opening for the nozzle to fire out of, a unique design, but strange. "As you've likely surmised by now, I called you here to oversee weapon testing."

[aphidly]

Removing her hands from the container she still gripped, Medevac moved closer to inspect. She watched with interest as Fauxwing attached it to her arm. "It seems now is a fitting time for you to receive a replacement." The medic seemed to be scanning the large flier in front of her now instead of the cannon. "Im glad you called me for the test, if something went wrong and you got hurt I dont know what I would do!" she seemed to hop backwards a step or two.

The small purple dot on her face seemed to suddenly narrow slightly, she wanted to ask if Fauxwing had been resting enough. Stress was hell on frames and rest was a good countermeasure to some of the effects, but she also knew that the bot before her was very busy. The dot returned to its normal size and she opened the medical kit, checking for the supplies she may need if the test goes wrong.

"You have been doing well as of late, yes? Nothing abnormal health wise or emotionally?" Medevac turned around again to face her commander.

[Corvid]

Eyes turning to her weapon as Med remarked on the appropriate timing for its completion, then back to Med as she expressed what could only be concern over Fauxwing. She was always like this. "You'd repair me, of course," the she let the dry, matter-of-fact response mull in her mind, but dared not utter it aloud. Med hadn't earned that kind of reprimand.

As the copter examined Fauxwing and her own medkit, the Decepticon commander activated the new weapon.

Its hum was quiet, but distinguished. A hum that created an unsettling ambiance in what would otherwise have been a silent room. Occasionally it changed in pitch, finding a new tone that it would sing for a few moments before changing again. Never staying the same for long, but keeping in the same frequency and volume.

"I'm fine, Medevac," she said to Med, captivated by the new weapon. She could feel it vibrating slightly.

[aphidly]

Medevac watched her friend play with the new toy, the answer to her question only earned a soft 'hm' from the medic, but Medevac left it. Instead she plopped down "If you are fine, then I guess you are clear to fire the weapon. I have the supplies out in case your arm gets blown off, so whenever you are ready."

In all honesty, the medic was rather excited about the cannon herself, not really for the whole 'woah cool. gun' aspect, but she could tell Fauxwing was excited. After the news of Purple Obsidian, Medevac was sure that her friend was in need of something fun like this.

[Corvid]

"Ever prepared," Fauxwing let a small gratuity slip. The preset training program activated at a nod from Fauxwing to the glass of the facility's cordoned off control room. A pair of simple training bots. Different from Fauxwing's usual regiment, but standard for weapons testing.

Hand shooing Med to safety, once the firing range was clear, Fauxwing took aim.

Fauxwing was surprised with the weight of the thing. It was heftier than she imagined it would be, and the bulk suited her frame type. This intuitive design was to her liking. With a flick of her wrist, the cannon flashed as it began to charge. Slight sparks of electric blue coiled around Fauxwing and clung to her frame like static as it chortled to life, no longer an ambient hum. They seemed harmless enough, even giving Fauxwing a feeling of power. Another flick, and the cannon's primary mode activated. Splitting in an instant, what was once one triangular barrel had bloomed open into three, a pink and violet glow in the middle obscuring the core of the weapon from view.

"Further back," she cautioned Med with a side glance.

[aphidly]

As soon as Fauxwing had signaled for her to move away she did, though she wasnt sure how far exactly. Medevac didnt want to be too far away incase something really bad happened, but she also didnt want to be too close. The Medic's rotors twitched as she steeled herself for the worst, she would either be prepared for the worst possible outcome, or pleasantly surprised when it was okay.

She needed to move further back? Okay. Medevac nodded and bounced further away, hiding behind a half wall dividing the room into sections, still peeking out. She was a little interested in the weapon, but her optic was entirely locked onto Fauxwing, looking for any sign that something was wrong, even before the weapon itself was fired. Maybe she should be prepared to call Epidemic as well, more hands could be helpful. . . But she had already sent him off to go get situated in the base, and really she wasnt sure how great of a trauma nurse he could be. . . She was panicking again wasnt she?

"Fauxwing, please be okay." she said softly, impossible to hear over the cannon charging.

[Corvid]

In a glorious flash of light, it fired. Three lasers shot rapidly, seeming to emanate out of the three elongated prongs of the cannon's triangular barrel. Glowing white hot, it was indeed as suspected: special materials channeled the energy and shot them out of the weapon itself, no chamber needed- only the energy core itself, and the weapon's inner mechanisms. Yet the result was unexpected.

Three of the group of automated bots were struck with deadly accuracy by the lasers, and yet- they appeared fine. As if nothing more than a tickle, the same electricity furled around each of the drones before dissipating harmlessly, leaving nothing more than scorch marks where the beams had hit. Fauxwing looked displeased.

Firing again, only to meet the same lackluster result.

A grimace.

"Why won't it-" the drones were continuing with their regiment per programming, weapons emerging from their sides; simple blasters, automated to fire after a time. Fire they did, the low energy weapons harmlessly pinging Fauxwing, her thick armor absorbing them without sustaining damage.

[aphidly]

This was definitely a better possible outcome as the cannon hadn't exploded and incinerated Fauxwing's arm, chest, and/or face, but it wasn't the best outcome either, judging from the quickly rising stress Fauxwing seemed to be showing. Medevac peeked further from behind the wall and tilted her head.

She wanted to say something, anything to help her friend calm down, or something helpful so Fauxwing could get her desired result from the cannon, but the little helicopter wasn't really capable of those things, at least the later of the two.

"Should we get Carbyne?" Medevac asked, stepping out fully from behind the wall. It seemed as though the engineer could be useful, probably far more useful than herself at this point. She tapped her claws together nervously.

[Corvid]

"No," Fauxwing hissed. An arm shooting out kept Med from getting any closer as a final volley of lasers let loose, striking their targets- to a shocking twist.

Normally, repeating the same action and expecting different results was the sign of stupidity. If this case were the standard, however, then it was ingenious; not stupid. The beams struck their targets, and the result was indiscernible for the subsequent explosions. Fauxwing lowered her arm slightly, eyes widening slight as she watched. Obviously pleasantly surprised by this result.

[aphidly]

Immediately the medic scrambled back in a small panic. She kept her gaze locked on Fauxwing, concerned and a little frightened, not that she would admit the later of the two.



She waited, even after the final sounds of the shot faded, unsure if it was okay to move out from the hiding spot yet. The rotors on her shoulders ruffled again. She wanted to ask kid Fauxwing was okay, but she knew that it was probably a dumb question, so instead she sat in silence waiting.

[Corvid]

Her hand lowering now that the danger had passed, the weapon folded back together as both arms fell to Fauxwing's sides while she watched the flames of the now-deactivated training bots. With a smirk, Fauxwing strolled up to the wreckage.

Picking up one of the broken bodies of the bots, an unfamiliar sound- even to Med- was a slight chuckle from the nega-seeker.

She turned, hoisting the body up and tossing it to Med's feet. The bot clambered and rolled before scraping to a halt, still smoldering.

"It's perfect." Fauxwing practically purred, sounding especially pleased. "It's a nullifier." Med could see exactly that. The drone, although mostly melted, had a clear origin point for its damage; the weapon. It had been struck by the laser, overheated, and exploded. Already, Fauxwing was picturing in her mind how this would have an affect on larger, more high quality weapons- perhaps they wouldn't implode outright, but merely suffer the effects of overheating; fried inner mechanisms disabling enemy armaments. The intrigue on Fauxwing's face was that of momentous joy, even recognizable through her as-always muted expression.

[aphidly]

She listened intently, interested in that which made Fauxwing happy, or at least pleased. She had taken a few steps out of hiding Fauxwing laughed, causing the medic to halt.

Just as she was about to move closer though, the scorched wreck was tossed to her feet. Medevac hadn't meant to yelp, but she hadn't expected the action. Along with seeing a vaguely cybertronian form that would no doubt be in critical condition if living, made the medic panic once again.

The slight tremor in her rotors seemed to be the only lasting affect of the fright, at least that she let be seen. She took a moment before nodding, "I'm glad to see you are pleased with the outcome, Fauxwing." There was a slight tremor in her voice that she obviously tried to stifle. "You are unharmed?" Her claws clicked together nervously again.

[Corvid]

Unfamiliar yet still was the sight of the corners of Fauxwing's lips pulling taught in the upward curl of a smile. Right hand rested to her hip, cannon hanging to her side, weight shifting to the side in a powerful stance.

"Quite," she answered. Without missing a beat, her head took a quarter turn, an eye squinted while the other took aim, and her cannon arm shot up. A single flick of the wrist, and then two, and the cannon lurched- opening slowly as it had before, and then snapping shut to a burst of electricity that would trickle off of Fauxwing's frame and fall to the ground around Med's clawed feet.

Different this time than the last, the cannon hummed. First the same quiet hum, then louder, and even louder still until it was a low roar. The entire room around them sparked with energy, Fauxwing's frame nearly glowing from the bright charge of the cannon. Then, the energy released all at once. Emitting from the coned, white hot tip of the cannon, this laser was thicker- different from the rest. It zagged in an instant too quick for the eye to catch, but met its target with the same pinpoint accuracy nonetheless.

Upon sight of the eviscerated drone, hardly recognizable in a heap of slag, Fauxwing's head lolled back and her chassis shook in laughter- lighthearted, amused laughter. This was more relaxed than Fauxwing had been all day, and for some time longer.

"Hahah, yes, quite good! This will do nicely..."

But it didn't last long.

Something changed in the cannon. Its energy, although seemingly released in the burst, kicked back on the weapon. A deadly crackle warned that something was wrong, before there was the spurt of a wet explosion, and liquid began drizzling from the cannon. Fauxwing stumbled back from where she stood, clawing the thing off of her and letting it drop to the floor with a clamor. Melted components of the cannon's inner mechanisms gathered around the base of the device, sizzling, a steam rising off of the pooling chemical liquids. It caught just the tip of Fauxwing's foot before she crawled back away from it.

[aphidly]

Medevac jumped at the clap of energy, partially transforming to get away, though she stopped herself from completing the transformation, and landed on the ground mostly in robot form. It took a moment to get her armor back into place, but she watched Fauxwing again still.

While she was glad her commander seemed to be enjoying herself and distressing, the little helicopter couldn't help but hope the test would be over soon. Supervising weapon testing was too . . .much? Just too much for her. She tried not to let it show, but her composure was failing.

But everything seemed to happen at once. Fauxwing stopped laughing as the weapon reacted to something. Before the weapon was even fully off the flier's arm Medevac was already rushing over.

As Fauxwing tried to clamor away from the device the medics hand reached over, claws hooking under the collar of the back of her chest plating. In strength that didn't match the petite form of the medic she yanked her leader away from the weapon, even sending her skidding a bit ahead as she too retreated from the weapon back towards the half wall.

Not knowing how volatile the weapon was going to be, her hand slammed onto one of the controls on the divider, screens closed off the section of the room from the rest.

"Are you okay?" Medevac wasn't panicking now, you cant panic when a patient is in danger. Already she pulled the medical kit over and began looking over Fauxwing for wounds.

[Corvid]

Having no say in the matter, Fauxwing quietly hissed when flung across the floor. Thank goodness for the absence of others, or this would be a more embarrassing scene than Fauxwing could imagine surviving. To think, disgraced by being saved from her demise by a medic hardly a fraction of her size. How humiliating. Still, the strength was as impressive as Fauxwing remembered it being. The last time she'd witnessed it first hand, it had marked Meevac as Fauxwing's go-to medic for situations exactly like these. Not to mention anything of her perfectly adequate medical prowess, calm composure, and keen critical thinking skills. Nothing was forgotten by Fauxwing of her subordinates' abilities, when properly demonstrated to her of course.

Rather than answer Med, the robust flier's form shook. Not pain, nor crying... laughter? Med got the clear answer to Fauxwing's state with an uproarious, wheezing, giggling laugh that died down as quickly as it had uncontrollably burst out of the femme.

"Fine, just fine, Medevac." The tip of her foot melted slightly from the pool, but hardly a serious concern. Nevertheless, Fauxwing patiently sat up in place, looking off in the distance to the still-sweltering pool. "Looks like it'll need some adjustments, but that'll be a fine piece for me." A slight curve of a smile lingered on her face. She stretched her leg flat on the floor, gesturing to the singed foot. "Here, or in the infirmary?" she asked, not the slightest concern in her voice.