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!