located at the starboard,stern corner is the  door to the  Range...a crewman is always assigned  and logs folks  in and out.

  There  are 16   stalls.. with a ledge.. there are indents  on the ledge  to hold the barrels of longarms.

  There are three types of targets... Paper, Soft composite  Dummy flesh... and  Metal.

  At the far end ( all the way to the Hull ) is a storage area.. the shoters  will call down to the storage, and crewman ( and some civies who pick up extra creds) with hang the target.... once they have secured the plating..a green  light will go on..allowing the shooter to move the target it closer   to the distance that they wish.. the  range is roughly 1/4 the width of the ship.

  There are  different taregts..90%  of those in stock are Empire targets...demond, Largrans, Creshians of various  types, Avains.... they have some Hillites  and roussians , but they are  just making them...there are , of course, Humans, as well as the smaller Qarl. The other 10 % are   beasts from other  worlds like the Centaur like  creature from  the Green Moon, and the Black sludge creatures... as well as the Prylocs , the  'dragons'.

  Use of  MGs  and Heavy pulse guns  are restricted to certain days of the week. since there is  greater  danger  of   stray rounds.

    Garrat enters in combat gear.  his heavy rifle on his back.  He looks around to see if Ma-Te has showed up and sets up at a station

 Mi-Ta arrives a minute of so Behind  GArrat, she has a case for her  rifle and wears  two side arms.

 Her  Helmet is in her other hand, and she is  wearing the  foram huuging  Angel elite dark suit.

    Garrat was in the process of examining his practice munitions to make sure they were all safety rounds so his high caliber weapon wouldn't punch a hole in a bulkhead.  He looked up and seemed a little distracted for a moment [the shell he had in his hand and hit the floor]

    The tall Angel had a body bordering on perfection by human standards with her chestnut red hair cascading across the Ebony armor.  There was an unconscious grace to her movement that went beyond most of her species.  This being had been raised to be a warrior with a seasoned commander as a father and a black ops assassin as a mother.  She had the swap of a predator that knew what it was capable of, and the form fitting armor only served to accent it.  For the first time in his life Garrat understood why the humans of mid guard called them angels.

    "Nice,"  He laughed, half sardonically, half in the true admiration he couldn't keep from his voice. "And how do you expect me to concentrate on my shooting with you looking like that?"

 She smiles  slightly there was a bit a shift in her  eyes  as she looked at him, then  down range.

 ..consider  it a training aid? Our armor does not  leave anything , that could get caught on obstructions , to chance...

 Lifting her helmet, she points to  the slot next to Garrat,..I will take this  slot... How do we set out  targets?

   "My weapon is more powerful than most so getting fancy might not be a good Idea.  Right now I need to focus more on technic rather than actual targeting.  A man forgets much when he tries to knock Astra out of orbit with his own rusty hide."

   He shifts the rifle up to his shoulder.  "I modified this baby to shoot fully automatic but the gas bleed that recocks the gun affects the spin on the bullet giving it a greater drop of when not on single fire so for now I'll practice one shot at a time."

   "I'll use a paper target a yard in front of steel plate, at maximum distance.  I'm not here to learn how to draw from the hip.  The paper target will show the accuracy down to the millimeter and the safety rounds will not pierce the steel."

    While she listens to Garrat. she begins to build her rifle..... If i understand  rightly. There is the  wall that the  target people work behind.. and then the  Hull of the ship?

  .. I will use  the flesh targets?.. i like to see the  'blood' through the scope. to make sure if it was a kill or no...

   "It does leave one with a certain satisfaction doesn't it."
Garrat sets up and takes his first volley of shoots using all the tricks he knows.

    There is  a sniff as she says,..flesh targets ..have the  fluid, it is  thicker then blood.. so?.. you  are able to watch the  'blood' well up from your wound.. if you hit the  target in the kill spots.. the blood  will gush.. .. so if you  are off by a tiny bit.. you just get the wound , rather then the kill.

 ..one does notm always get to see you or target fall.. so knowing your spots is  key.

    "That could be helpful but there is a small problem with it in my case."  Garrat signals for one such flesh target to be set up for him...With the lack of space on board a ship, the range can't be incredibly deep.  In this calm environment he should be able to land a shot fairly center on the chest of a Demon target.

    The safety rounds are designed to kill a target without punching through walls beyond them and injuring collateral targets.  This means that when hitting a target they spread out greatly using an interior of soft lead and scored tips causing it to split open in a cross pattern, ripping a wider wound.  A 55cal sniper round is a lot of lead to spread out in an enemy body with an entrance wound the size of a golf ball and an exit wound the size of a basketball.  At mach 1.5 these bullets make the unarmored flesh target literally explode, spraying goo in all directions.  Hopefully the man setting these things up saw this coming and was able to be out of line of site of the targets.

    "I just don't get a sense of how accurate I am with these targets."

  ..yes.. this is  so... but that same  round hitting a demon in battle armor might not get the effect. unless you hit , just so?

  ..most troopers    are trained to hit  center mass..... Angel elites  are trained to lit arteries .. neck. Groin..right below below the belly and  the ehart..needless to say, the ehad is  the best target.. but a sniper can't awlays  get a good shot  if they are  moving or  running.

Garrat shrugs. "Fifty, fifty chance on that.  I only use these rounds in here so they don't cut through the bulkhead.  A standard round will punch through the armor and the force of it passing into the abdominal cavity would still liquefy the organs.  I Cut a Black Quarl in two on the Largaran moon."

   He signals to go back to the original target, "I'll just have to examine the target to see where I'm hitting.  But the holes should be visable through the scope."


    He looks back at her,  "Again, it's my firing technic I need to work on first.  Once I rebuild good habits then I can worry about the rest."

    she loads  a long, capsulized,pulse round.. the tips is hard metal....she speaks  softly as she looks through the sight of  an Anglesteel Star 100...  she kneels holding the  big weapon in her  hands.

  ..if you have a round, that can pierce the Hull of  a cap ship.. then we need to scrap this  can..... she sighted in on the Greenish  Largrans target, showing from the waist up.

 the Crosshairs settled  , Just bellow the throat.. her pull of the tripper made a sound of someone sucking in a breath..almost at the same instant, there was a flashed where the chest bone met the  Neck, the of the  Neck and  shoulder   blow out, severing the spinal cord..'blood' spurted like a fountain.

  she made a crooked smile,..my training CAptain, called that a Morale Kill.... you find one of the Biggest.. or   an officer and get a kill like that?... the troops lose heart.

 she shrugs,Only works  at the beginning of a fight.. or if there is a charge... perhaps if you can  find the COmmand Post and take  out a few officers..doesn't help much if the battle is already joined...

In reply to Garrat (msg # 13):

“Nope, just enough to punch through a couple of bulkheads but there might be people we like on the other side of the wall.”

That’s a good tactic,  there are some fun tricks we used to use to demoralize some enemies “

  MI-Ta ..she  smiles grimly we have  Angel Steel weapons  that are given to the best... but  we never use   angel steele on throw away weapons... we use   ordinary steel for  most  bullet tips.. except for  when we  fight Demons.. we use the  rusty..old  steel or even lead.. it is amazing, how fast  the poison creeps into thier  system.

     Garrat nods as he sights.  "Rust affects the flight in the smaller caliber."  He breaths and takes a shot. "There is a trick to shooting between heart beats that I've never been successful with.  Any tips?"

  She slowly slips the next round in, as if she was in the  field.... she adjusts her scope...ever so slightly.

  Then pulls the trigger..again , the weapons  sounded  more like an inhale and the Battered Target jerked on the  chains as the weapon entered  , just under where a Largran's heart would be, then blew out the  back...

 she studied the carnage with a frown...

 "...Ma'am... would you like  a New  Target?.."

 .. no... there is enough there  for another  shot.. Thank you...

 She  looked at Garrat.....that was a good  half  inch..overlap..it would have destroyed many organs...but i hate being off my mark..

 ..as  for your heart beat? you must train yourself to control you breathing... to slow everyhting  down..anger...worry..love..hate... humours..sad.... it all has to go away as you look through the scope...then... you must time breath..with the pull of the triigger, as it slows  you heart....meditive breathing..in your quarters.. by a lake..anywhere like that.. we aid you in this.

    Garrat nods silently and makes a click of acknowledgement in his throat, then realizing she can't see him or hear his click through a whisper mike, says "Thank you, I would appreciate that."  His head was far into the field mentality. "Part of the problem is even with all the sound muffling enhancements, a bullet traveling at that speed still makes a sonic boom.  It's hard to be as focused with the noise."

    She  giggles  softly as  she slips the Third  round into the chamber,..by the  time you hear the boom?.. the target should be dead.....

  when you spoke of the  rust and damaged bullets ?.. one only has to wound a demon with them.. let them suffer from the after effects?... we even give Creshians  a cleaner death.

    Grrat continues to practice, if available he asks for silhuetes of enemy armor equipment such as mechs, tanks, and transports.  He Targets Pilot compartments, engines, and propulsion servos, even shoots the battery compartments.  He practices nailing the central nervous system on the UEs.

   He slowly empties two of the massive B-clips in prone and hunkered positions and straightens up stretching his back. An audible popping can be heard.

   With a few exceptions Garrat has always been pretty cool in battle for a human.  However he thinks about the angel's tendency for complacency might hide a strength in planning and executing projects related to patience. "I'm up for a break.  How about you."

   As he contemplates the targets, Garrat thinks a bit.  Maybe sniping should be an option on a bigger scale.  He checks the directories and calls a forge ship, "This is Sergeant Garrat on the Hermes.  Were there any Largan Mechs on the captured Largan fleet ships?"

  Mi-Ta   calls back and  tells the  crew to remove target and that she was done, for now.

  ..I can take a break. Snipers  do not always get  a rest, but? i was here to shoot, not practice  stealth...


............

 The Forge ship  answers,  Sgt?.. we have no idea the Bigger  scrap is being taken to the Matterhorn... we know there are some LArgrans ships that are goign to be taken into the  Delta fleet.. yo might  want to ask them once they finished  refits and such.

In reply to Garrat (msg # 21):

Garrat apologises to Ma-Ti for the interuption and toggles through the digital directory and makes some calls to contact anyone manning the captured ships and ask the same questions before the mechs get marched into the smelter.

 all calls   are answered with "... the   CO  will be notified ...and will contact the Hermes at thier  next convenience .."

  Garrat closses off the cpm and looks at MA-Ti "Would you like to go watch football practice with me while I reload my clips?"

After the party, Diana went  to her quarters and went to sleep.

She awoke the next morning, feeling relaxed.

She dressed, showered, and then went to find the gun range.

She chose her weapons, first the assault rifle she had used on the mission.

She hadn't felt completely comfortable with it.  It had been something she had picked up at the lasts minute, before boarding the shuttle to the ship.  Then the mission had happened, and things had gone from there.

Now she had some down time.

She slide the clip into the weapon, and cocked it.  Then she took careful aim at the targets downrange.

The closest, 100 yards away were easy.  Those she consistently score bullseyes with, and her groupings were on top of each other.

the next targets were the real challenge, of 500, and then 1,000 yards.

She remembered her instructors at SEAL training telling her over and over to make sure she was relaxed.  She closed her eyes, took short, deep breaths, let them out and the pressed the trigger.

When she was done, she scored the target practice session.  the 500 yard was grouped well, but the 1,000 yard was off just a bit.

She loaded the weapon and tried again.

She spend the next six hours at the target range.

   Muri has been sharing the Range with an angel in sophisticated form fitting armor and a massive humanoid who might remind one of a firbolg in another life [watch Justin facepalm].  He is also in armor.  Though it is much heavier yhan the angels, there are minor alterations to the ESN design that that lend it some of the grace of the angel gear while maintaining the hard ESN lines.

   The angel seems to be working with the big man to improve his sniping skills.  There seems to be something else between them but it is hard to pin down....maybe for them as much as her.  The two of them had called a break when the big guy notices her.  He has shrewd eyes that seem to make an assessment of her as they pass over her. "Hello, new to the Hermes combat unit?  Ma ti and I will be taking a break in the bleachers if you would like to join us."
====> To the Practice feild
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In reply to Garrat Wolfrim (msg # 26):

Diana nodded.

"Yes.  Transferred in yesterday, just before the fight." She said.

"My name is Muri."She said.

"But I choose to go by a human name.  I took the names of my nanny and bodyguard.  They raised me from the time I was a baby.  My parents were always busy.  My mother was a diplomat and my father a general." She said with a friendly smile.

"So, what did you have in mind?" She asked.

  "Food while watching a little practice for what the humans of earth call football."

Diana smiled at that.

"Football? Who's playing?" She asked.

She had discovered the game of football, both the American type and the world type at the age of 12, when she went to her first soccer game, and at age 13, when she went to her first American Football game.

In reply to Muri Bloodstar (msg # 29):

[please transfer this conversation to the practice field so you can interact with a PC and an NPC with me]

<<<<<<<<<   from Sims

  they walked in.. one  fellow was  down at the far  end   practicing with a pulse  rifle.

  ok?  what do we   do here?

 she chated with the Chief, then  came over,..they are Going to Load  Up   3  targets.. they  will  start to charge,  as soon as   the light comes on....there will be a  creshian Humanoid... a Larrgan... and  lastly, a  Demon Tank.. they will move   at   full speed...... the chief  is going to drop   the targets  as  you have  Put  enough  damage in to Kill it... the  goal, is to not allow  any to reach your  stall , if the track  hits your light  and it turns from red  to  Yellow.. you lose

 she picks  a standard   Pulse rifle from the rack..... You may use the  weapon of your Choice?

 ..I..um... I'll use  my Sanri Blaster....

 she looks at the others. Lyri  Just looked at her  boots, Hack grinned,..you do know.. your range is limited?...it will be hard  to  put in the damage you need to do...and the Demon will be the toughest, and.. but the time the first two are  dealt with.... it will only have to go another 1/3 or so?

  Shadow  Nodded,..Understood....

 Dusk  said, calmly but sternly,..you will embarrass yourself!

  Shade whirled a bit and held  a  a finger  as if to say 'wait'

 ..Thank You Shade....You say the word, Ma'am...
 he  flicked the safety off his sanri Blaster   and turned his    Right shoulder towards the  track down  range... Lights   came on so they could see the  bad guys moving... the Creshian moved   fast.. the largran  a bit  behind.. the demon  a lot more ponderous.

   Lilit   began to fire.. each shot  caused the Creshain to jerk.. the  third shot  hit its head and  the chief dropped the  target, the Largran was  right behind..

  Shadow took a  Shot  the   Creshian  wiggled  a bit.. but not much Damage as his shot was a bit wide..but the  sawed-off shot gun-effect managed to hit the shoulder a  bit..

 Shadow  Frowned  and  shifted his   feet a bit, bringing   the weapon over  and down a bit...
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Roy leaned over to Lyri.  "I'm pretty sure I know the answer, but...has anyone actually tried coaching Shadow on proper technique?  A guy with his natural athletic ability should be better at that...or should at least be able to learn to be better..."

Some people just never mastered marksmanship, Roy knew...they didn't grasp targeting, or they couldn't coordinate their actions, or they just lacked the hand-eye coordination.  But Roy couldn't remember another person, in his entire military career, who was a worse shot...

    She  titled her head,..i was  scrounging for leave  time at the academy... I helped  put  files on Discs..I heard the Flight   Instructor  and  the others  going over  records... They  thought it had something to do with, him being...'on edge'... flying in a fighter?.. he's  moving.. throwing a Dagger, he  aims  quick... moving in with a blade..he's moving.. aiming  and puling a trigger?...  she shrugs.

  Beth pokes her Nose in,..he would have  flunked out of  the range... but he managed to  take out three targets on his last attempt.... some folks said  Roles shot  it   from behind.. but no one  will admit it...but you'll  never see a marksmanship medal on his chest..

..............

 The    Creshian  was   bearing down  of Shadow's stall  and He  fired    two  quick  shots , holding his gun  hand with the other... finally the  creshain 'dropped' about  5 yards  away.. but the LArgran was  On  Five yards behind that.

 Lilit's smile  was  growing  as her Largran dropped some 10 yards  behind Shadow's.  Shadow lowered  his Sanri  to waist Level and Fired  again and again.. the Largan dropped  about 2 yards  away.. the   demon was only 10 Yards  away.

 Shade  whirled sadly,  Dusk  Looked at the others,..Dusk does not think , father can put in the required  hits to stop the  Demon...

  Lilit  smiles  she was  putting rounds into her  demon, she  knew she hand  more then enough time, depending on where she hit.. to stop hers.

 As the  Demon closed In  On shadow's  stall He  jumped on the   counter   and   held his  SAnri as  head  Level..but slightly higher.. he fire s  three  shots... Dusk  covered her  face and shook her head....

 Lyri   just frowned,well?.. we kinda knew...

 Bits of the  Demon's head    flew off  as the  target shook.. the second  shot seemed to have Missed   completely   But  It shook even More.. Lilit  stopped firing.. as  Shadow's  demon was going to hit the   light in another  2 seconds... then.. the  Third  shot blew, the battered HAnger Off the  target, and  the demons Fell...

 Lilit  Looked at the chief  who was  surprised  as well..  and Lilit's Demon hit her Light  and it went off..

 The Warlord   stood Up.. Shadow  smiled, rather  smugly....NO!... NO... You didn't Put the required Hits in!.. You could not have!

 Shadow   went  to spin His   sanri in his hand, and almost dropped it ,causing Beth and Lyri  to duck in case it went off....when he  holstered his weapon he said,.. I believe.. i was to stop them from hitting  the Light tripper?... he  points to her  flashing lights....

 ..but.. YOu hardly hit it? she  looked at the chief who was trying to figure out a ruling.

 ..let me say this..... If that had been a real demon..  i would have shot at its head......i sorta.. shot at its  head...  I brought it  down... my light wasn't tripped.. yours  was?

 He  Looked at HAck who raised his hand is self defense, then Pointed at the chief...

 The Chief  wasn't  real thrilled at the lack of support from his Admiral.. but threw up his hands,..Warlord?    LC?... we don't have anything in the rules for this..and?  this  particular contest wasn't  ever  run before.... since the LC's   targets  didn't reach his tripper.. and Your's  did... I have to rule In his favor...

 Shadow   added,..had you continued to fire, rather then wait to see me ...lose? You would have   won..since you would have  been close to killing yours first..

  Lilit has  a Twisted  smile.....that is  an odd  way to win a contest... Mr  Shadow,

 he pointed to her  rifle,..let's say... your's  was  a odd way..Not to win?

 well?.. let us go to the field then.. maybe  I can beat you at one thing...

>>>>>>  Group to the Field
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(( last day of  orbit  around Roussa))

 The Iron Guard  nodded to  Zob, LT Cross said,These  runs  take some getting  used to..but the  tunnels  are wide  enough and the  people help make it  seem more   like training, then just going out for a jog...doesn't hurt we have Largs   zipping past us  every few minutes!... That can get your  blood pumping.

 Besty  grinned,we're here for  out  practice... we should able  be able to join the next Jump off.

Zob chuckled as he removed the Ender from the carry case and loaded it up with the non specialty rounds, "It's good to see your fitting in and adapting well to life on the front lines, never a shortage of things that need killing out here in the black but i admire your enthusiasm"

Zob then looked over the Iron Guard and grinned, "I know you Cross but i don't think ive met the others in your unit, I'm Zob the most badass demon in the black and one of the best shots on this ship" although it was a self proclaimed title it wasn't to far from the truth.

  Frost  Nodded  and offered his  hand,..Yeah  we heard of you as  we  recived  information  on some of the 'names' on The Hermes. I have to admit, we didn't believe half  of what was  said of some  Folks... The SM is  pretty quiet, unless he  gets his feathers fluffed, and the LC  comes  from the  Marquise de Sade school of   officers!

Zob made a motion to the range, "Shall we shoot some targets?, i know you didn't come here to shoot the shit as you humans call it with me" he chuckled amusingly as he took aim with the Ender on the furthest target and adjusted a few things on the optics before squeezing the trigger the end result was the complete and utter devastation of the target.

 Froth saw the target get hit.....is that some  kind of antiarmor  weapon!

 LT Cross got  down to business...two of you per stall, one records the hits the other  shoots.. to mags  each of  hard  ammo to start,

Zob casually shrugged, "It's a anti life weapon and that's only the standard rounds, i can't use the specialty rounds here or i risk destroying the range..." Zob then reset the target and sent it all the way down to the furthest end of the range, "It's called the Ender a fitting name, its got heavy armor piercing,anti infantry,thermite explosive rounds" he then handed the weapon off to Froth to try, "Go on shoot it"
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Melia wandered in from the field gym, she'd opted to do a combination of football practice running agility drills in her kit, then using the weights to get a strength workout in. Workout done drenched in sweat and hearing sounds on the gunnery range she decides to wander over and see what's going on.

  The  Black man looked  at  Zob, then  LT Cross...Cross  shrugged  and  Nodded.

  Froth hefted the weapon, it was solid, for certain, but it did not  seem overly heavy.. for a human, the weight  seemed to be more to the  back. He racked up the round,  steadied the rifle on a bean bag, and sighted  on the  target...Damn good  optics....

 he  said with one   eye closed  and  his  teeth showed in a bit of a concentrating smile. The  the Rifle  barked, the   round went down range  and  hit the  target to  the right, just above the waits, most of that section was tore  away.

 wow..shot  just a wee bit low, but i'm not used to it..i bet a few rounds  would be hitting right in centre Mass... don't even have to try a head shot?... You nick somethign with this, its goign down.

Melia chuckled from behind the line, "That was half the thinking behind the .50 when it came out. You just gotta get close enough on a bad day. Myself I prefer targets in the Designated Marksman range out to about 600m, saves Roy and Lyri having to dig out their big guns to take out a close in sniper."

  LT Cross truned to look at  Melia,  we  all have   sniper spins...part of being the iron Guard..we're still waitnign for our  weapons to catch up. Fuji R&D have these  rifles....., got this   curved   scopes on that hug the  rifle?...effectible range  for the round is  about 900?  it has a   screw on front  barrel that you can replace every  50 rounds or so, to keep the rifling  up to snuff, then we deliver the  used  barrels to the tech  folks and they clean  them  are as good as new. The rounds they use  are  called  'Fuji Fire'... a tad bit bigger then  a 308...comes in hollow point  and   AP. They are made that way so the rifle is useless  to anyone who doesn't have the Ammo. Tell you what thouhg?.. You find one in the field?  bring it home, we can add it to the QM stores, or you could sell it for a  cool 2000 creds..used..

 he chuckles,nick name for them  are  'Fuji Sticks'. I'm hoping they catch up to us soon./

Melia chuckled, "I'll stick to ole Bess, she's never let me down yet. American model M2-carbine. For someone who moonlights as a combat medic that foldable buttstock is pure creds. When I need it out of the way it's no bigger than a grease gun and still drops baddies with hard ammo at 600m. When you get yours in let me know I'd love to give it a spin, but when you wear multiple hats sacrifices have to be made." She says with a slight shrug.

Zob took back the rifle and flipped on the safety before making his way over to Melia, "It's good to see you Melia, what brings you down to the range?" He asked her with a smile.
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She grinned seeing Zob. "Decided to do some strength and speed training instead of hitting the tunnels when I wrapped up I heard the gunfire down here and decided to see what was going on."

Zob chuckled, "I came in first during the tunnel run this time around, getting a lot faster on my feet" he then glanced to the rifle, "I have a handful more rounds if you wanna shoot some targets with the Ender here... picked it up yesterday from a private seller down on the surface"

"Yeah sure, I'll give it a shot." She says her tone on the excited side of neutral. "I'll only take a shot or two, let you have the last of them since it's yours." Once the weapon is proffered to her she takes a few moments to look it over and examine it, seeing how it feels, and how the mechanisms operate. All things that will help her shoot it better.

In reply to Melia Kristensen (msg # 48):





Zob walked with her to station 1 and reset the target for her before sending it all the way down the range, "Targets all set fire when ready" he then made sure he was out of the way he didn't wanna be on the wrong side of that weapon!

Melia nods, and adjusts herself accordingly. The gun is more like a heavy sniper than her light carbine. The trade off was this could reach out and put someone's soul into a state of permanent unemployment much further out, as well apparently coming with a greeting line addressed to whom it may concern for more heavily armored targets.

Settling in she moves around a bit getting a feel for the gun it's balance how the barrel and the sight track. Then steadying her breathing she give a firm smooth squeeze to the trigger sending a round down range aim high center of mass between the shoulders of the silhouette.

Zob watched as the target got a huge swath blown out of it, "Nice shot... id hate to be on the receiving end of that"

Melia shrugged, a little more to the right than I wanted, but you're right that's a bad day even if it gets close, I'd hate to treat someone hit by those. Most I'd be able to do is pump them full of morphine and send them off to sweet dream land." She says loading the second round and selecting a different target this one at the far end of the range. She breathes slowly and calmly remembering the feel of the first shot, and makes a few micro adjustments to her aim and body position. Then when she's center and hits the middle point of her breath she cleanly squeezes sending a round down range that impacts dead center of the torso.

(Flex)

Zob watched as she took her 2nd shot putting a huge hole in the center torso, "Speaking of which would you care to meet me for some lunch in about 30 or so minutes? i gotta head down to Doc Henry's zoo and feed the Pirloc real quick"

Melia nods, sure. I'll go clean up and meet you there.

---Rec Dec via civie section--->

As time went by Zob arrived at the gun range with a few of his weapons for him and Jax to practice with he took this time to sort the weapons and set up the targets as he waited for Jax to arrive.

 Jax, Nifty, and Jumping Lion  showed up, Nifty had his  sniper rifle, Jax  had a carbine, and Jumping Lion had  pulse rifle.

  Hey SGT Zob,  the guys wanted to  take some practice too, so they came down

Zob turned his head and saw the group, "Works for me, now lets get started" he grabbed his assault rifle and approached the range with Jax, "It's been a while since we trained here so hopefully your aim has improved since then, now hit the 3 targets that pop up try to keep the shots about center mass" when he was ready he would hit the switch and have the targets pop up.

  Jax  took the  Rifle   Racked it up he hed the  weapon , nose down, as he said... Ready......

 A Target Popped Up, the   Muzzle  rose, and the young trooper  fired.. three   bursts , one   hit the left shoulder,   once missed ,  above  the left shoulder, Jax finally got the nose  down  and hit  the chest.

 The Next  target popped  up he  was a bit  more control hitting the  left shoulder once more, and  the center of the chest  right below  the neck, before getting the Muzzle down, however he over  compensated  hitting the right  hip.

 The last target, het got into the   left chest...center chest, and Belly.

 ..I keep pulling to the left!

 Jumping Lion watched  with interest.

  Nifty was a few booths  down  he  was shooting at a 'water wheel' of sorts, that rose as it  picked up random metal cubes on the risng  shelves..for those watching, he had fired  5 rounds, and never  missed a  cube.

Zob watched Jax's technique and internally frowned a bit but he was here to help him improve not ridicule him, "Here let me help you" Zob went about adjusting Jax's posture and how he was holding the carbine making sure he had a solid grip on the stock, "You need to control your breathing as well when your ready to shoot take a deep breath and exhale about half of it and hold your breath as you pull the trigger but not to long or it will throw off your aim even more"

Zob then took his rifle and demonstrated the technique by putting a full 30 round magazine down range and every round hitting in a rather nice grouping, "So remember to Breathe,Relax,Aim,Squeeze the trigger,Squeeze more for the follow through"

he then reset the targets and when Jax was ready he would hit the switch.

  Jax listened  and Nodded  he  practice the  moves  a bit, before racking up the weapon and Nodding to   Zob.

   The  next batch wasn't as bad,  the   hits were  still high, in the jest( or head)...well.. its not pulling , but its  still going high... Jumping line was trying   it as well..he was all over the place.

 Nifty  Grinned,ease up  JL!..... there isn't a race to make them dead...

 there was some  hummign nosie  as   Flores   entered  with two  quiver  full of  arrows  , and her   Burian Bow, and the aqra bow

 The three younger Men watched her in her  workout  shorts  and Hermes T-shirt, she  just  Smiled   at them as she  started with  the Burian  Bow...she called START!

 Chief ( coach) Post started  the machine, her    tragets  were basketball sided  sheets, they  moved  left and right, and  up and  down  by random.

  Her first three  arrows   hit   three  Targets,  the  Forth arrow  hit a Red   target  that  lit up the   range.

Zob watched as the shots were dramatically better then last time, "Once you get the technique down pat it will go much smoother the big thing is being able to do this all under stress and that will come with time and practice..." it was then he trailed off as Flores entered the range and everyone looked to check out her figure and gave a approving nod before going back to what he was doing.

Zob then adjusted the test to cause the targets to rapidly approach to simulate a charging enemy, "This time the targets will rapidly approach you if they make it all the way you die, if you run out of ammo for the carbine quickly switch to your DT5 and finish the job now lets begin" This time he wasn't gonna give him a warning of him starting the exercise he wanted to test the troopers ability to react to danger.

   NiFty sat back to watch, of course  , whether he was watching Flores or   Jax, , no one could tell.

 Jumping Lion held  a Carbine, as he watched  Jax.

  The  Machine  Cranked  up, the   targets   moved and charged forward .. Jack held the  weapon  and  Fired  ..  he shot  one to the left, to where it  stopped,  then   the   one to the    right, it  took a lot more rounds  since the  arms  were hit, before the Body  the    rifle  fires  a  few  More  round into the Middle target   as   it  was hit  in the chest and  kept coming.. Jax was surprised  ,  dropped the rifle  and   pulled the Side  arm, and Fired   two shots neatly into  its  head, it stopped  3  feet from his  stall.

 He shook his  head ..maybe i better  stick to SMG?

 On the other   side, Flores  lit up the  lights again as two red targets  appeared ...

 Niftly had his  chin resting on one Knee as he sat on a loading table,..hey? LT? what good are those sticks  in battle

 Flores looked  at him  and gave a  crooked smile as she picked up the Aqra bow, with its metal  shafts,If i was to ever have to  still an empire  creature  with one of these.. The demons would be  dead, unless they have some kind of anti toxin by now?.. everything   else..it hurts just like a  bullet, except  it stick out of you, and you don't know where it  came from..... me? I'm a Pilot, but this comes in handy on delta nights

Zob turned to Flores, "Luckily I'm of mixed blood so that poisoning isn't as bad... more annoying then anything" upon seeing the results of Jax's shooting he nodded, "You survived and killed the targets but i think i have a solution that may help..."

Zob then picked up and placed a gun case up on the counter and opened it up, inside was a 2nd MP7 he then handed it to Jax, "This here is the MP7 SMG extremely compact, lightweight, and has virtually no recoil and holds up to a 40 round magazine and its armor piercing... you can even use it as a machine pistol all the recoil goes to your shoulder and down to your feet" he then resets the targets on the range and nods to Jax to begin.

  Jax  looked over the weapon, he tried ut   parts of it to see how  , if he  could operate it.

once he loaded,   he  held the weapon up  and  waited.. then, tried to  fire controlled   bursts of  4 or  5 rounds into  each target..

He  started  loser,  hitting  in the belly and chest, the last target centered   on the  middle of the chest.

very nice..never saw a weapon lke this in the stem.</Blue>

 Niftly chuckles,That makes us even, I had that old  hunting rifle, Now i got a  sniper Rifle, I hoping  when Lyri  starts liking me  more, she let me use a 50....

 Flores  smiles,Liking you more?....

 Nifty looks   at the tothers,sure? she likes me..right?....Right...

 Jumping   Lion just turned  to   watch  the targets, and Flores use her bow...My people would like the way you handle the bow
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Zob chuckled a bit and gave the young trooper a small pat on the shoulder, "Now that is more like it good shooting Jax, you keep that weapon and take good care of it i would suggest having the QM make you a hip holster so you can keep it on you at all times and concealed"

When Nifty spoke about Lyri he couldn't help but laugh, "I dunno why don't you go and ask her?" now that would be an exchange he would pay credits to see.

 Jax looked at the weapon.....I can't  take  this  weapon.... it has to cost alot of creds!

 Nifty titled his head,Think that would work?

 Flores calls over......just make sure  i'm around to see that the Aqra   Bow  made a  rat-trap like snap... the   shaft hit  the target and the   wire  on her belt  began  to   reel in the   target, but the hooks  broke  through and the  arrow bounced a ross the dec  until it  returned

 Jumping Line's  Mouth  hung open...

  Resetting the Arrow, Flores  said,those  hooks open up inside you, does a lot of danage, fatal, if an Organ is around it.... when the   wire is retracted, it pulls the traget around, or rips  right out.... You want to see a surprised  pace on a Human or a largran, or even a Aqra fish folk, when thier  chest  gets  ripped off and  skitters away.

Zob shook his head and insisted he keep the weapon, "It's price should not be of concern to you Jax, your survival and those around you is however... besides i have one of my own" he points towards the SMG on his hip holster.

He then turned to address Nifty, "Absolutely if you want ill com her now and ask... if you are scared?" there was a wide toothy demon grin on his face as he said the words.

  Nifty  looked around   at the others, Jumping Lion  just shook his head and went to a stall to fire

 Jax  was more interested in the MP 7...I like this, its more like  an SMG...Like the one i use..that  'greasegun' the LC calls it.

 Flores   grinned...

 Nifty frowned,..you guys are making  fun of me...

Zob patted Jax on the shoulder, "This packs a lot more punch then those standard issue SMGS and considering many of the dangerous assignments we go on i consider it an investment"

 Jax grabbed another  Mag.. and  asked  for static  targets  set back  at 50 yard intervals.

  Then he  took  a shots  at each, not  moving to the deeper one , until he put a small grouping together,

 Nifty  packed up his   ammo  and  quit  for the day , just watching,  Jumping  Lion used his  carbine  on static  targets as well.

 Flores  called for  'TIME'  as she hopped over the stall to get her arrows that   she shot from the Burian  bow.

Zob was packing up the spare weapons and once finished he turned to Jax, "I think that is enough for the day, your aim is improving will have to keep working at it over the next few weeks but will make a crack shot out of you yet"

  Jax  smiled.Thank You SGT Zob.... I'm going to  download the manual  when i go to my quarters tonight, and learn my way around it

 Flores  picked up her gear...I'm Getting  a drink, and getting a shower...

 Nifty grins,..Gonna see  , The LC?

 Flores   smiled with a  Shade of her head... Jumping Lion looked  shocked at Nifty , being forward. LC's a Busy Guy... not to many Ladies on the ship  bother him, unless the   signals  are there.

  she  saunters out of the  range  to cross the field and head to the  Rec dec

Zob nodded and after packing the weapons up he gave Jax a wave, "If you need anything shoot me a com call" with that said Zob took off to go return a few of the weapons then make a detour to the rec dec to pick up meat scarps then headed down to spend time with the Pirloc.

-----> To Hold

Jug and others were at the gunnery range for rifle practice.  Jug reminded them of the rules and safety always came first.  This was for accuracy.