[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Groundwork - (Sideswipe) (Closed)
Jan 25, 2018 18:20:30 GMT -5
Post by Javelin on Jan 25, 2018 18:20:30 GMT -5
( Ep 2.5, week 2, day 6)
It was early evening in the base, somewhat quiet.
Javelin peered around the corner of the entrance to the training room, peeking inside. After her session yesterday with Carbine in her makeshift archery practice room, the femme had started thinking about how long it had been since she had actually undergone any serious training. While her training with her bow was almost where she wanted it to be, Javelin cringed when she thought about the last time she had actually put any effort into her hand-to-hand or simple defense training.
If she actually met a ‘Con who wanted to take her apart, even one her own size and weight? She had a feeling they would make scrap of her.
However, knowing that you needed to start training again, and actually having the courage to walk into an occupied room to start trying to revive muscle memory that had withered over time were two completely different things. So, trying to look like she was simply out for a walk, she had scoped out the training room. And happily found it currently empty.
Perfect.
Javelin slipped inside, taking a good look around. She was impressed with what they had to work with. While nothing like the large, grand training rooms in some of the major stations she had been to occasionally, the femme felt the Autobots had done pretty darn good turning scrap and spare parts into serviceable training stations.
There were obvious targets lining the walls for dry runs with weapons, various mock ups of exercise equipment she had seen before to build on strength and endurance, large mats put together of various cushioning materials for sparring, and over in the corner, what she had been looking for.
Training dummies.
The dummies were simple mock-ups of general humanoid frames. Both of them, the large and the smaller one, were equipped with metal rods jutting from the frame at various locations and angles, representing possible hit areas or weapons being turned against the trainer, or even arms or fists. The dummies were on posts that could rotate, giving a more realistic approach.
The blue scout walked towards one of them, looking it over. Even though she was alone, she felt sort of silly sizing it up. She was no brawler….but being here, now, on Earth? Even with a truce in place, she knew she was out of her usual zone. Ground recon was her thing, and with the Decepticons in a flying fortress, and not a lot of heavy cover on this planet to hide her? Javelin had a feeling she might be doing more physical fighting than she was used to.
Ok. Might as well get started.
Standing before the smaller of the two dummies, Javelin turned her body so she was more side-on to the dummy than facing directly, lining her left side towards the dummy. She brought up her arms, elbows bent loosely, servos curled into fists. Feet slightly apart, she tried to clear her mind of any other thought besides training. This was a Decepticon before her.
Starting to lightly rock back and forth from one ped to the other, Javelin prepared herself. Then, reacting with a simple one-two strike form, her fists flew out in a simple rhythm.
Thump-thump.
Still keeping a sort of rhythm in her head, Javelin continued to slightly bounce from ped to ped, trying to imagine the dummy was a ‘Con. Another neat two strike.
Thump-thump.
Starting to feel a little better, Javelin grinned. It was coming back to her! She wasn’t half as rusty as she thought she was!
She went for a three-stroke.
The first two hits went as before, but the third was a disaster. With a squeal, the training dummy rotated slightly on the second hit, and instead of striking the dummy square in the chest with the third hit, as she had wanted, she gave it a glancing blow to the shoulder.
Now encouraged by the extra push from Javelin’s fist, the dummy spun in place, whirling. One of the rods that stuck out from the lower part of the dummy’s frame whipped around, striking Javelin down by her left ankle.
Her balance jerked, and with a squwak of surprise, Javelin’s left foot was flipped out from in under her, neatly depositing her on her aft with a thud.
Starting to sit up, grumbling under her breath, the training dummy continued to spin, and a mid-level rod whapped her hard in the back of her helm with a thunk.
Hands flew to her head, “OW! Goddamnit!”
It was early evening in the base, somewhat quiet.
Javelin peered around the corner of the entrance to the training room, peeking inside. After her session yesterday with Carbine in her makeshift archery practice room, the femme had started thinking about how long it had been since she had actually undergone any serious training. While her training with her bow was almost where she wanted it to be, Javelin cringed when she thought about the last time she had actually put any effort into her hand-to-hand or simple defense training.
If she actually met a ‘Con who wanted to take her apart, even one her own size and weight? She had a feeling they would make scrap of her.
However, knowing that you needed to start training again, and actually having the courage to walk into an occupied room to start trying to revive muscle memory that had withered over time were two completely different things. So, trying to look like she was simply out for a walk, she had scoped out the training room. And happily found it currently empty.
Perfect.
Javelin slipped inside, taking a good look around. She was impressed with what they had to work with. While nothing like the large, grand training rooms in some of the major stations she had been to occasionally, the femme felt the Autobots had done pretty darn good turning scrap and spare parts into serviceable training stations.
There were obvious targets lining the walls for dry runs with weapons, various mock ups of exercise equipment she had seen before to build on strength and endurance, large mats put together of various cushioning materials for sparring, and over in the corner, what she had been looking for.
Training dummies.
The dummies were simple mock-ups of general humanoid frames. Both of them, the large and the smaller one, were equipped with metal rods jutting from the frame at various locations and angles, representing possible hit areas or weapons being turned against the trainer, or even arms or fists. The dummies were on posts that could rotate, giving a more realistic approach.
The blue scout walked towards one of them, looking it over. Even though she was alone, she felt sort of silly sizing it up. She was no brawler….but being here, now, on Earth? Even with a truce in place, she knew she was out of her usual zone. Ground recon was her thing, and with the Decepticons in a flying fortress, and not a lot of heavy cover on this planet to hide her? Javelin had a feeling she might be doing more physical fighting than she was used to.
Ok. Might as well get started.
Standing before the smaller of the two dummies, Javelin turned her body so she was more side-on to the dummy than facing directly, lining her left side towards the dummy. She brought up her arms, elbows bent loosely, servos curled into fists. Feet slightly apart, she tried to clear her mind of any other thought besides training. This was a Decepticon before her.
Starting to lightly rock back and forth from one ped to the other, Javelin prepared herself. Then, reacting with a simple one-two strike form, her fists flew out in a simple rhythm.
Thump-thump.
Still keeping a sort of rhythm in her head, Javelin continued to slightly bounce from ped to ped, trying to imagine the dummy was a ‘Con. Another neat two strike.
Thump-thump.
Starting to feel a little better, Javelin grinned. It was coming back to her! She wasn’t half as rusty as she thought she was!
She went for a three-stroke.
The first two hits went as before, but the third was a disaster. With a squeal, the training dummy rotated slightly on the second hit, and instead of striking the dummy square in the chest with the third hit, as she had wanted, she gave it a glancing blow to the shoulder.
Now encouraged by the extra push from Javelin’s fist, the dummy spun in place, whirling. One of the rods that stuck out from the lower part of the dummy’s frame whipped around, striking Javelin down by her left ankle.
Her balance jerked, and with a squwak of surprise, Javelin’s left foot was flipped out from in under her, neatly depositing her on her aft with a thud.
Starting to sit up, grumbling under her breath, the training dummy continued to spin, and a mid-level rod whapped her hard in the back of her helm with a thunk.
Hands flew to her head, “OW! Goddamnit!”