12th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

I tire of this ship, its crew, and its... holidays. I have no use for these toys. What is the meaning of this?

And is there nowhere I can have a proper spar? Settle for the bees again, if nothing else...

Hmnf.

[The comm clicks off. If anyone is so inclined, the weapons master can be found down in the caves, brooding, and occasionally slamming a fist or two into the walls.

As for his squeaky whale, it has been deposited safely in front of a certain medical officer's door without so much as a word on the subject.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Millenia of battle tended to harden reflexes--and instincts. He saw her tense to spring, and pivoted, swinging half out of her way. In the same motion, he brought his hand down--open fisted--on the spot he assumed she'd pass by in her leap.]

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

[She wasn't in her suit, there was no way to change her momentum now that she was already in the air without boosters. Cursing her luck and his skill, she took his palm straight to the abdomen. Hitting her wasn't like hitting ordinary flesh and bone; she didn't squish as much, her muscles seemed firmer and her bones stronger. The blow knocked the wind out of her, eliciting a grunt and a stifled cry of pain, but she managed the strength to wrap one arm around his to hold firm; she'd then strike with her fist at his elbow joint, hoping to find some mechanism.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He tried to pull the blow as best he could. She was still human, after all, despite the oddities of her construction. And as angry as he was at the world in general, he was not harming a human. Her little--granted, he was smaller too, but by comparison, he was still large--fists pummeled at one of his joints, and he grunted, holding his arm up, raising her off the ground.]

...

Perhaps... this was a bad plan.

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

[She flashes a grin.]

You should not alert your opponent when her plan is ill conceived.

[Then she tightens her grip with her arms and hands, releasing her legs from around his upper arm. Snapping out with her powerful legs, she kicks repeatedly for his chest and side. His armor seemed resilient enough to take her blows, but maybe she could still earn his respect.]

[This was hardly a fair fight, she thought. Even though his armor is like a skin, he was with his and she was without hers.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

It is only fair.

[He shakes his arm, a few times, wondering idly if he can discourage further brawling. He has no intention of harming the female... and half-fears he will if this goes on.

Of course, all that goes out of his processor when her strikes impact the chest wound. Normally, his armor would have held, shrugging off the blows. But this injury... he jerks, pain receptors firing wildly, and staggers with a pained grunt.]

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

[And there it was. Like many enemies she fought before, they all had a weak point. More so, their protections needed to be disabled first. But this wasn't an enemy she was trying to disable or kill, it was supposed to be a friendly spar. She quit kicking and dropped from his arm.]

This would be more fair if I had my armor.