Swords for Hunters. [Open] (Warning for language because Hunters)

[notadamnangel]

Training was coming along. Also the house they were living in, but it still needed more repairs. That Xander guy was a big help, even if Dean didn't care for how the guy would sometimes stare at his brother too long. It was weird, and he'd be apologetic about it as he'd get back to work. But it's weird. All the one eyed guy would say would be how

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[mercjedi]

Kyle had gone to the Sensoriums today planning on setting up a graduation ceremony for the recruits that he could use tomorrow. Instead he found it was in use, and by Dean no less. It was a nice coincidence as he'd been meaning to go see him after the graduation. Quietly he leaned against the wall, and watched Dean practice for a few minutes. While he primarily trained with lightsabers his training at the Academy had included more conventional fencing that he now used to gauge Dean. As always the man wasn't lacking in potential that was for sure.

Finally he stepped forward, and made his presence known. "Hey there, I was hoping I'd run into you soon. Keeping yourself busy I see."

[notadamnangel]

"Yeah, well, not good to get bored in a place like this," Dean shrugged as he brought the blade down in a sweep. It was rudimentary positioning, but mostly because he had more experience and longer with firearms and so on. Still he's had to swing iron objects around for dealing with ghosts, and the gestures came naturally to him.

[mercjedi]

He couldn't resist offering a bit of advice, even if it did mean Dean would probably shoot him one of those 'I got it, old man' looks he seemed so fond of. "Try starting that swing from up here," Kyle said as he mimed raising a sword above his head, and then brought it down in smooth strike. "Try and use your whole body for the blow. You'll get more power that way."

[notadamnangel]

Dean did in fact throw him one of those looks. But then adjusted his grip and stance to try to copy his motions. It did feel easier that time. More in control.

"Right, you guys are used to this kind of fighting more."

[angel_ofthe]

Cas was standing in the doorway, watching for a while before he finally spoke. When he did, his voice was dry, amused.

"You realize your posture is terrible."

[notadamnangel]

Dean snorted and glanced back over his shoulder, "You gonna do something about it, Cas? At least I'm not totally greenhorning it here."

[angel_ofthe]

Cas enters the sensoriums, padding silently over to Dean. "Bad habits are worse than no habits," he notes.

A pause. "Do you want me to do something about it?"

[notadamnangel]

"Hey, my dad showed us some things." No dissing John Winchester here. He might be a deadbeat dad, but Dean still cared about the guy.

"Yeah, grab your sword, and let's do this," Dean then snickered, "Oh man, bet Zach would piss himself if he saw me right now."

[sin_and_misery]

Careful what you wish for, Dean. Vader's been in a foul mood since his online encounter with Leia and his disagreement with Sarah Connor, and he was hoping to come to the Sensoriums and kill Kenobi a few more times.

Spotting one of his numerous onboard enemies only darkens his mood further.

[notadamnangel]

Figures with his luck. Winchesters were all trouble magnets. If Dean knew about the incident with Sarah he would have brought her some drinks to celebrate with.

As it was, Dean glanced up, and smirked, "Hey Wheezy, man, if I knew you were coming, would have broke out the tunes and refreshments. Have to go without."

[sin_and_misery]

"You can cease speaking to me at once," Vader said through gritted teeth and looking somewhere above Dean's head, "and I will allow you to go on. Otherwise, you leave me no choice but to take your oversized piece of cutlery and leave it somewhere unpleasant and fleshy."

[notadamnangel]

Dean shrugged, "Well that's rude, you invite yourself in, and then you wanna knock down the host. Total party foul there."

[standaloneshell]

And who is that in the sensorium door, silently interrupting his simulation of violence? Motoko's watching you, as if she understands why you're doing it. The Major's been doing this job for more than fourty years, she knows the silences and ingrown nerves as well as the moments of action. She knows a thing or two about diversity, as well.

But then, that's why she's here.

"Mr. Winchester, I'd like to have a word with you."

[notadamnangel]

Dean tried to make his moves as fluid as possible. He wasn't as experienced here as he was with brawling and firearms, but still liked keeping himself as adaptable for fighting as he could.

He paused and lowered the sword before nodding to her, "Sure thing, Major. What's up?"

[standaloneshell]

She smiled, though it was as ever more a smirk than anything else, and stepped languidly from the door into the sensorium proper, sending a wireless command to Stacy that has the door irising shut behind her. There won't be any eavesdroppers or interruptions, here.

"I'm putting together a small team," She informed him, smoothly, "The organization and tactical abilities on this ship are a joke, and getting everyone who is needed to obey basic commands and work as a unit is going to be infeasible on a useful timeline. Just so we're clear, this would be what amounts to Black Ops. Off the books."

Not that much was on the books in this mess, but she had Leon's permission to break just about any law she pleased in the pursuit of the shipwide goals, so Motoko didn't actually care. Eventually, or even soon, everything would be more regulated, and part of being lucky was being prepared.

"I'd like you to work for me."

[notadamnangel]

Dean nodded, It was better than Security, and a little like what Kyle was considering with his commando idea.

"Yeah I noticed with how easily our asses got handed to us by the Ohm. If it means we're finally doing something right and hitting them where it hurts, I'm in. So sure, used to being off the grid anyway." It was the Hunter way of life. Random identities, conning for cash, avoiding the authorities.