Chapter 31 ~ "Let the Training begin…"

The next morning came quickly, and there was a knock on the ninja Yuusha's door. "Hey bots!" figured it would be Sideswipe, "Wakey wakey! Breakfast is ready so you get your asses up!"

There was an incomprehensible mumble from the pile on the berth, and VolFogg just turned over and covered his audio with his arm. The twins hadn't so much as stirred, one purr-snoring softly, the other making a faint whistling sound. The purple mech didn't feel like moving, ignoring Sideswipe and going right back to sleep.

Sideswipe stood out side the door, his lips twisted, his hands on his hips, and his right foot tapping lightly.

Sideswipe grunted, frowning deeply. "All right that's it..." He opened the door and barged in on the three ninja bots.

He turned on the very annoying-head-splitting-could-make-your-optics-fry overhead light of the room. He clapped his hands a few times. "Chop chop! Prime says we got some work to do! And may I remind you, that you and the other bots have schooling starting today?"

Again, neither of the twins so much as stirred, completely out of it. VolFogg, almost asleep again, awoke, and he wasn't happy. Grabbing for the nearest object, he twisted and threw, pinning Sideswipe with a glare that could scare the bolts off a Zonder at a hundred paces. "We said we would inform him when we were ready," he hissed. "Now, GET OUT!"

Sideswipe yipped and ran out, unaware of the codpiece that sat on his helm horn. He ran into the kitchen where everyone was sitting and eating. He looked at everyone and they looked at him. "What...?"

Scavenger's optics twitched, Prime had slapped his forehead while the rest of the Yuusha were snickering, and Megatron had practically fallen out of his seat in a fit of laughter. Scavenger casually walked over, swiping off the codpiece and showing it to Sideswipe. "Something you're not telling us Sides?" he grinned, noting the different-colored codpiece hanging in between his fingers.

Goldymarg, managing to eat his own breakfast even without having a mouth, blinked at the piece of armor. "That's GunDober's, judging from the shape. Let me guess... VolFogg bounced it off your skull from across the room. That mech is definitely not a real early bird, and he does have a wicked temper when provoked."

"Yeah! Yeah! He threw something at my head and yelled at me. He was mad." Sideswipe said as he waved his arms. It took him a few moments to understand what had happened between the twins and VolFogg. "Oh my... EWWW! And I walked in there and they were... and they had... EWWW! " He ran out of the room and headed for the washracks.

Scavenger snickered wildly, twirling the codpiece in his hand as he walked down the hallways towards the ninjabots' room. He opened the door to find the pile of bots still sleeping, he threw the codpiece at the pile, it landed on whoever's head making them jolt. The older mech crossed his arms. "All right bots, time to wake up..."

Pink optics glared at him from somewhere under the heap. GunGlue twitched, and then settled right back into deep sleep. GunDober didn't even stir. "Go. Away."

Scavenger pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "Come on you three, time to wake up..." he walked over and tugged at VolFogg's arm, "Its almost 11:30 in the damn morning and we have work to do before we go for take off." He tapped the purple bots helm a few times; "If you don't wake up I'll get Hyo in here to freeze your asses up..."

VolFogg took a swipe at him, muttering something uncomplimentary under his breath. There were dark smudges under his optics; he was still exhausted. How long he'd be able to stay on his feet was up for grabs. The way he moved indicated that he was sore and unsteady, and he'd probably collapse shortly. The twins never even stirred.

Scavenger groaned; that does it. He picked up VolFogg, throwing the bot over his shoulder and then picked up the twins, holding them in each arm. He carried them out of their quarters, down the hall; pass the commons room, down another flight, and straight to the wash-racks. They were still too tired to even respond coherently, so Scavenger didn't have a problem placing them in a shower stall. With one quick movement of his hand, he turned on the cold water and the freezing liquid shot out of the shower head, soaking the threw ninja.

The response was three shrieks and several bursts of chain gunfire. The twins were not safe to startle awake like that. VolFogg came to spitting mad, optics blazing redder than pink, both boomerangs out, blades glinting wickedly. There were good reasons why GGG had developed the saying "let sleeping ninjas be".

Scavenger had to duck behind the doorway until the gunfire and raging boomerangs came to an end. He looked into the wash-racks, seeing the damage and sighed, knowing he would have to fix this mess later. He walked over to the three ninjas, and snickered, "Well, nice to see that the three of you are awake."

Three very intense glares fixed on him with enough force to strip the paint right off his armor. The twins were tensed to open fire again, and the blades in VolFogg's hands glowed with the Mirror Coating; if he threw those blades would go through the walls like tissue paper. All three were very clearly pissed... and they were still missing their lower armor.

Scavenger chuckled, "Good..." He threw them some towels, "Now get your armor on, I need to fix this mess..." he groaned, looking down at VolFogg. "And if you're ready, we can start today after take off..."

VolFogg glowered, drying off and fastening the towel around his waist before stalking back to his quarters for his armor. GunGlue followed without a word, just one nastier look. "The question is, can we stay awake long enough to start," GunDober grumbled as he followed his brother and team leader.

Scavenger gave the order that all the Yuusha meet in the ST room (simulation training), where 'orientation' was about to begin. Scavenger entered with arms crossed, looking over the group of bots.

VolFogg yawned, shifting his weight from foot to foot. GunGlue and GunDober were semi-alert, muttering under their breath in their own language. Goldymarg stood off to one side, arms crossed over his chest, clearly scowling under his facemask.

Scavenger smirked. "All right, seeing that we're all present, lets begin..." He cracked his knuckles. "You all have your form of combat, each of you are very skilled and very intellectual on what you are capable of. However..." He looked from Megatron, Prime, then back to the bots, "Now that you all have sparks, the options of what you can do has increased. You can combine without having to reach a certain energy level, you all have the power of elements that can be used in many techniques to the extreme," he smirked, looking over the bots. "What I am going to teach you all is the techniques of the ancient Cybertronian Martial arts, the training WILL be hard and I DO NOT like to put up with an whiners, understand?" Scavenger saw their entire heads nod in reply, "Good..."

VolFogg crossed his arms, looking at the four Ryu brothers. "So you can form GekiRyuJin and ChoRyuJin any time, SympaRate be damned. And form GenRyuJin and GouRyuJin without needing The Power to do it. That's worth some practice... you haven't combined in months."

Optimus sat there with his legs crossed. He watched them with proud optics. "I will be teaching you the Transformers history and how to become a ace sharp shooter. Megatron is in charge of your hand to hand. Sideswipe will be teaching you the ways of our people and how to act and speak around them. Which means this will require your full attention and all your effort. We understood?"

The bots nodded.

Megatron snickered, "Hand to Hand DECEPTICON combat that is..." He grinned wildly, cracking his knuckles.

Sideswipe rolled his optics. "And our culture studies will be gone over thoroughly," minus a few details, he looked back at Prime and Megatron, "Not to mention that your weapons are gonna need some upgrading as well..." He grinned, "I have a few killer ideas in mind."

VolFogg nodded to Optimus and Megatron, looking at the Ryu twins again. "If you don't practice occasionally you might lose the ability, you do know that, I hope." The ninja mech looked back to the older mechs. "We are no strangers to hard training."

Optimus rolled his optics, "Have fun," he waved off as he headed out of the room.

Scavenger chuckled, watching as Prime left the room looking back upon the group of Yuusha. "Today we'll start off with a simple work out, nothing big but just something to get the joints going..." He snapped his fingers and a simulation ran its program, bringing up corridors and such. "Run the track through the maze, you will be timed and you will be monitored." He smirked. "Good luck."

The ninja team was moving in a flash, weaving through the maze. Keeping their optics open for any traps or hidden hazards. Instead of just staying on the floor, they bounced off the walls as they moved, never keeping still for very long.

Scavenger had crossed his arm, tapping his chin while smirking, "This should be interesting..." He watched the Yuusha run through the maze at their own pace, through the corridors and over the walls. Megatron stood next to him, obviously pleased as Prime was watching out for any signs of fatigue on the bots, and Sideswipe was monitoring the movement of the maze from his place at the controls.

It was very obvious that training would be vigorous and hard, and these Yuusha were willing to go to their limits to pass their training. And the Cybertronians were willing to do whatever it took to make sure they got there. So, through the test and training sessions, the classes, the shooting ranges, the upgraded weaponry, and the constant lectures of discipline, the Yuusha were rising through their training levels. It wasn't until two years later that they were about to take their final test....