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re_alignment_logs2012-07-18 06:58 pm
winged_knight) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-07-18 06:58 pm
[Open] En Garde!
WHO: Wing and anyone
WHERE: One of the larger lower platforms in Vector's Quadrant.
WHEN: Now (Wing personally practices twice a week, anyone may join/visit.)
WHAT: Melee sparring sessions, hand-to-hand and weapons combat. Anyone may watch, participate, receive or offer instruction. Technique discussion welcome as well.
WARNINGS: None yet.
Just enough light from Prima's quadrant touches the network of crystal cables crisscrossing Vector's domain that they turn slightly golden. One wide hanging bridge connects the main approach to one of many large platforms, Vector's tower standing vigil farther behind it. The platform has little in the way of walls, barriers or guard rails, but it is quite large with ample room for several groups to occupy should they choose to. There's a section near the middle, bare except for a large ring on the ground formed from bits of rope and cable knotted together. There's what appears to be a makeshift sparring dummy constructed of various bits of junk nearby.
The knight begins with a warm-up kata, slow and measured with empty and open hands, his movements pushing and pulling with a grace something his size and made of metal would not be expected to have. The warm up eventually transitions into faster flowing movements, punctuated by stronger, tighter fisted and more aggressive movements. Finally it escalates to drawn weapons, their plasma charge singing in the air as the blades move around the jet's body in a combative type of dance.
In several centuries of study and practice, Wing has mastered several forms of martial combat. Offensive and defensive stances, evades, holds, throws, parries, feints, disengages, missile deflects, but most importantly, incapacitates. Using knowledge precisely and intentionally applied to debilitate but not kill one's opponent was a key element to upholding the Circle of Light's philosophy.
All this, and yet Wing has had opportunity to apply but a small portion of it in true combat.
It's time now to expand that into practical application and test it in a much more informal setting. Wing seeks to expand the breadth of his experience while offering a vast knowledge base teachable to others.
WHERE: One of the larger lower platforms in Vector's Quadrant.
WHEN: Now (Wing personally practices twice a week, anyone may join/visit.)
WHAT: Melee sparring sessions, hand-to-hand and weapons combat. Anyone may watch, participate, receive or offer instruction. Technique discussion welcome as well.
WARNINGS: None yet.
Just enough light from Prima's quadrant touches the network of crystal cables crisscrossing Vector's domain that they turn slightly golden. One wide hanging bridge connects the main approach to one of many large platforms, Vector's tower standing vigil farther behind it. The platform has little in the way of walls, barriers or guard rails, but it is quite large with ample room for several groups to occupy should they choose to. There's a section near the middle, bare except for a large ring on the ground formed from bits of rope and cable knotted together. There's what appears to be a makeshift sparring dummy constructed of various bits of junk nearby.
The knight begins with a warm-up kata, slow and measured with empty and open hands, his movements pushing and pulling with a grace something his size and made of metal would not be expected to have. The warm up eventually transitions into faster flowing movements, punctuated by stronger, tighter fisted and more aggressive movements. Finally it escalates to drawn weapons, their plasma charge singing in the air as the blades move around the jet's body in a combative type of dance.
In several centuries of study and practice, Wing has mastered several forms of martial combat. Offensive and defensive stances, evades, holds, throws, parries, feints, disengages, missile deflects, but most importantly, incapacitates. Using knowledge precisely and intentionally applied to debilitate but not kill one's opponent was a key element to upholding the Circle of Light's philosophy.
All this, and yet Wing has had opportunity to apply but a small portion of it in true combat.
It's time now to expand that into practical application and test it in a much more informal setting. Wing seeks to expand the breadth of his experience while offering a vast knowledge base teachable to others.
no subject
However, her continued presence had nothing to do with having helped defend Vector's temple. She hadn't even spoken to the Prime or found much in common with the residents, except those that flew.
It was the network of connected platforms set in the canyon that attracted her: an aerial obstacle course on three axes, through canyon-focused winds and so many eddies about the structures and natural outcroppings. It was challenging to fly, more like the flying within Detroit than the sortie against the Omega Sentinel over open country. And, for now, flying the course gave her a sense of accomplishment little else here did.
It was fun.
Fun, however, was not more important that gathering intel or allies on weirdo-Cybertron. Playing nice with others had advantages. Slipstream knew how it had felt to fly with her brothers and the potential for greatness there, with proper leadership. Playing nice with Megatron had kept her from getting shot on sight, like Starscream, and found her added combat experience. Cooperation worked for Autobots. Seeing bots on a platform and Wing doing some kind of martial arts seemed an excellent opportunity for nice playing.
Slipstream tried to see if she could sneak up on him. She reversed, made a pass just skimming the forcefields below the platform, transformed, caught the edge of the platform, then pulled herself up.
no subject
White audial flares twitch as he noted the sound of a jet engine passing through the area, cocking his head as he tries to trace it, but loosing track of it as it echoes through the gorge. With a twitch of his head he shakes off the distraction and returns to the task at hand.
How any giant robots sneak is beyond me!
She took a step forward. Slipstream was no Cyber-ninja. Stealth, for her, often meant having a low radar profile or deco that inhibited visual detection. Cool tones were fair camouflage in Earth atmosphere or shadows of an urban landscape, but not here. Yet, she tried to sneak up. She worried that the click-clack of her heels sounded above her usual operating noise.
If Wing could miss that, she didn't suspect he could smell her. Personally, Slipstream thought she smelled funny, now she was drinking the energon provided by the acolytes, rather than Earth fuels.
Bots could often sense energy signatures. A signal dampener would have been useful, but she wasn't sure that would dampen the AllSpark energy. On Earth, they had only hidden Megatron's Decepticons.
Slipstream shifted her weight to take another step.
It's a mystery of the universe!
Wing's really only made one enemy here so far, the purple Starscream, and Wing is pretty certain that the seeker would neither land nor bother trying to sneak up on him. Not if he wanted to do any serious damage at any rate.
This could be a fun exercise. More interesting that what he'd been doing before anyway. He wound down to his cooldown forms which kept him relatively stationary, waiting for his visitor to make another move.