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7/2/2016 10:08:53 PM
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The range was advanced with holotargets. The range had various target distances and settings, a few imperial guardsmen were already using it.
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As I walked in, a few of the Guardsmen looked up at me. I nodded at them, and they responded in kind, before turning back to the range. The message was loud and clear: there would be time to socialize later. Now was about seeing it through the next firefight. With that in mind, I stepped up to an empty lane, looking over my deece as the target came up. Soon enough, I found the relevant parts: the safety, the fire-select, and the mag release primarily. Those found, I switched off the safety, put the weapon in semi-auto, and set about refining my aim. It was rough at first. Blind luck and adrenaline had served to make me far more accurate in my first firefight than I was now. Still, I had the basics of the stance and the mentality, so I had something to build on. I'm not sure how long I was in there, but when the Corporal finally came to get me, there were several empty mags laying around me and my arms felt somewhat heavy. Considering my fairly slow fire rate, that meant a considerable amount of time had passed. In that time, however, my aim had gotten much better. One might even say I was approaching competence. A quick check at the counter to the side showed I had somewhere around 70-80% accuracy. Hopefully it'd be enough. I turned to my CO. "Sir."
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"Not terrible for your first time with this weapon, you figure out how to adjust the sights yet? How's your breathing?"
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"Sights seem to be fine, though I think it's meant to link into a clone commando's helmet in order to help with targeting. As for breathing," I shrugged. "I couldn't tell you what I might be doing wrong, though I'm sure there's something. 'Course, if I knew what it was, I would probably have figured something out to fix it."
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"Then it's probably the fact that your help isn't interfaced with it. And that's not something I know how to do."
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I thought for a moment. "There wouldn't happen to be someone on base who does, though, would there?"
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He shook his head. "I don't believe so, that was found on a dead man."
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"Was the rest of his gear salvageable? If the helmet's still lying around somewhere, perhaps we could get a Mechanicus to take a look at it, see it they couldn't figure something out."
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"When I say dead man, I only assume, we found his arm. It was covered in a white armor, or I assume it's white, it was caked in blood."
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I rubbed between my eyes. "Of course. Because that would be too much to ask for. Do we even have access to any Mechanicus assets?"
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"Very limited, they're focused on repair and maintenance mainly. There are factory like sections of the ship but we've not been able to hold them very long."
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Edited by Kell in a Cell: 7/3/2016 4:42:31 PM"In other words, they have far better things to do," I said with a sigh. "I guess I'll just have to deal with it until I can get a hold of someone or figure it out myself. At least it's perfectly usable now."
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"Self sufficiency is paramount in this place. If you can't mend your own gear, it won't get mended. Hence why I keep caches of weapons and armor hidden. To keep our people in the field supplied."
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I nodded at that. "Fair enough. I'm sure I'll figure something out, given time. What now, sir?"
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"Now? Now you're going to run the obstacles." He spoke and points to the training yard with various obstacles along a track. Guardsmen are running it in full gear.
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"Yes sir," I said with a nod, heading for the starting point. As I walked over, I thought over every rule I could remember for room clearing, cornering, the whole nine yards. When I did got to the starting point, I felt very unprepared, but knew that this was as good as it was going to get for now. Shouldering my rifle, I took a few deep breaths, before looking forward, waiting for the start signal.
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The marine nodded for him to begin and simply watched.
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At that, I began. It was frustrating, at least. I focused on getting it done right, and while my accuracy thanked me for it, my speed payed. Soon enough, I was finished. At worst, my shots had been grazes, and I know I had hit every target, but needn't look at any scoreboard to see that my time did not stack up well. With a scowl, I turned to my CO. "Permission to go again, sir."
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"Go ahead, it looks like you already know what went wrong, if you can self correct I'm not going to get onto you. Remember slow is smooth, smooth is fast."
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With a curt nod, I headed back to the beginning of the course. Taking a minute to review the motions in my head - and, more importantly, the methodology - I began. Soon enough, I was done. Slightly more out of breath, I was nonetheless still not satisfied. I had done better, no doubt, but it wasn't good enough. Not by a long shot. So I did it again. And again. And again. When Blackburn came back again, I had gathered somewhat of a crowd. Whether they were laughing at me or genuinely interested, I didn't know, nor did I care. I turned to the corporal, sweat pouring down my face and my breath coming in deep gasps. "Sir," I got out between breaths. Damn, if the carapace armor wasn't heavy after a while.
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"Take five private, you kill yourself I'll have you shot for desertion. If someone could master this course in a single day, we'd be out here till you got it down. But it's only the first day, and you've made a lot of improvement. Let's keep that pace and you'll be more than just fine."
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"Thanks," I got out, heading to one of the benches and taking my helmet off. Nodding to the Guardsman that handed me a water bottle, I guzzled it down greedily, finishing it in seconds before sitting back, focusing on regaining my breath.
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"Only gonna have you run it one more time before you clean your weapons and armor for the day."
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I took a deep breath, nodding, before getting up. Walking over to the start point, I checked my ammo counter on my deece and the rounds in my 1911. Replacing both with fresh mags, I readied myself, awaiting the start signal once more.
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The signal was given and you see that yo are the last person to use the course.
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"Let's do this," I mumbled, moving quickly. I was still focusing on doing it right, but the payout and drawbacks were much better now. It also helped that I switched to my sidearm to finish a few rooms when my deece ran dry. Soon enough, I was at the end, all targets having been eliminated. A quick check of the results board showed that my time and accuracy were both far better than earlier, but still only mediocre at best. It would have to do, unfortunately.
