This is where  Spec Opts Unit   keeps  some of the " unclaimed" items, and uses  for   The Unit's  store for  weapons they have collected/use

  The service man leads her  down a small curling ramp way  and  Flicks on the lights. There  is a demon, LArgran and Cresh fighter there....off to the  far side is   3 APCs...to the other side is an Air-cycle..a few lockers  with NAmes on .

 In the Middle of the hanger, is a makeshift mat for Hand to hand practice... Dummies, and   a rack of odd looking hand-to-hand weapons...at the far end  from the RAmp, is a shooting Range with Dummies of varied  races....if Jessie looks?...she will notice that the One   painted like an EDT  MArine  has  the most bullet dents in it.

 ..Its early Ma'am? not too many folks here  yet..MAster Chief  Might be down, she comes down alot...Until then? get to know the   place, and when you come up, just swipe your card and  check it in.

Jesse followed the guy as he led her to the range that she was going to be using.

When they arrived there, she noticed the weapons that were available and the shooting "dummies" scattered about the area.  She looked at the EDT Marine and chuckled.

I suppose he's everyone's favorite, huh? she commented not really caring if he responded or not.  She heard the instructions and looked at the card she'd been given and tucked it away securely.

Master Chief? she asked curiously.  That would be...? 

Wondering just how she would get started on something like this she also turned to asked him another questions.

Just exactly how or where do I start?

She felt foolish at this point, but figured it was something she needed to know.

,,Naster Chief  Mullins..she is the highest ranking  Naval Non-com..and  is attached to SEC.

 The Serviceman shrugs, depends on what you want, really..you want to shoot, grab a weapon from the racks, there should be  ammo box  at the base of each weapon...If you want to work out, you can beat up dummies?..that's  about it, unless someone else comes down.

Jesse looked about and felt the cool metal of the Angel pulse pistol in her hand aching at her to begin.  It was a teasing pull at the ends of her finger tips on that hand.

She looked from the guy to the area he'd briefly described to her.  Now it was up to her to make use of it.

Giving a long drawn out sigh, she takes the strap of her bag off her shoulder and walks over to a section, locker area where she could put it down gently.  Her own weapons holstered at her side and back.

Thanks, she finally said to the guy who'd guided her down here.

She took a look at the Angel pulse in her hand and became visuall familiar with its ins and outs.  Second she closed her eyes and became mentally connected to it, feeling it over, feeling the weight and feel of it in her hands as if she couldn't see.  She opened her eyes and walked to where she could shoot at the "dummies" that were in position and practice casually with it before she became serious.

    she would see...there  were   Duct tape markers from the   Indent in the wall where the  Dummies were...make shift slides moved the  dummies   back and forth , or right and left.

  the  markers  said...15 yards....25 yards...50 yards..way back at the ramp was a tape on the wall that said 62 yards.


 there was a hadheld Button that said..Forward-backward...the next said..right-left..the third  said..random

 It hung  down from the roof, the wire  heading to the Jury rigged machine that sat behind the  short wall.

Jesse made a relieved sound as she finally found the mechanics of the contraption.  She'd start off at 15 yards and as her aim seemed to improve, she'd step back until she was at near no or complete no miss and do the same at 25 yards and such.  Instinctively, she liked a challenged, and plugged in the option for random.

Checking the Angel Pulse one last time, she raised her arm, put one leg back and the other forward and prepared herself to be propelled backwards.

Jesse had shot off a few rounds on each of the dummies.  She'd stopped to listen only to hear...nothing.  She gave a long sigh that was the only evidence that any one was here.

Being alone, here, is not as cracked up as I thought it would be, she said aloud to no one but the air.

She cleared up everything and turned the machine(s) off and turned off any lights that she could find.

With the card in hand and her bag packed, she looked about the empty room.  The new gun that she had stashed away in her bag she'd have to find someone to practice it with.  Before she left, she took a long hard look around the room at everything that was there.  The various target dummies to the weapons along the wall put up.

When she'd satisfied her own curiousity, she headed out of the Black Hanger and handed the card to the QM.

There ya go, as she approached him.

  ..Thank you, Ms Dalton...it wil be here when you need it. the QM   opened   the  drawer, and thumbed through a rack, place her  card in it.

Jesse stood and watched him for a moment file her card away before she departed.  She'd recalled when she left the field seeing something that might best suit her needs for what she had been thinking.  This, might have been a bit soon, just yet.


>>back to Field

-----> From Non Com Quarters

Xyran walked into the QM area and looked up at him, "Morning" he said showing him his authorization card to enter, "A shipment of weapons should of arrived for me, do you have the package?" he asked waiting for the all clear.
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  QM  taps  out  some  things on the VId  Board, reaches  out  under  the desk and hands Xy a  pry bar and   strap Cutters...againstt he wall?..section 3....those  top two are yours....you know the drill...you can take  the little stuff..big stuff gets stored here, unless you sign  it  into a tech passage...

 Xy see  the crates that were off loaded, there  are painted sections on the floor  with crates and barrels stacked up, with Numbers   on.

Xyran took the tools and walked over to the crates and cut the straps them pried them open taking out his new found 'toys', "Now that is a nice shotgun... should kick some demon ass quite nicely" he says out loud holding the Sanri plasma shotgun in his hands the other two six barreled pistols went into his shoulder holsters.

Xyran then swiped his card and headed on inside to the black hangars shooting range to test out his new weapons, but more importantly see what kind of modifications he would have to make to them later on before they got to Astra.

He was from the looks of things, alone here in the hangar which was all fine and dandy by him as he raised the plasma shotgun into a firing position and fired off two rounds at the demon model dummie after which he would go and access the damage.
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After Xyran was done working in the hangar he shut everything he used down and came back out and handed his card to the QM, "I need to sign these two weapons into a tech passage" He said indicating his *Death Machine* and plasma shotgun.
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  The QM took the card,Looking over the items he asked,...you working  on it here?..or the Tech LAbs?

"tech labs" xyran said as that's where all his tools were.

 QM  write out a ticket and hands it to XY,take a cart if you want..make sure we get it back...damn Techies  steal everyone they can get!

"Isn't that the truth" Xyran said as he grabbed a cart and loaded up the weapons and took off for the tech lab.

-----> To Tech Lab.

----> From QM Lockers

Upon entering the Hangar he took a glance around to see if anyone else was around, it wasn't likely given everything going on with the battle preparations, 'Now where did they put those tools?' Xy thought to himself as he looked around the hangar before spotting them out in the far corner of the room.

Xyran then unlocked the cage guarding his tools and walked inside and opened the large chest of tools, his eyes scanned the tools carefully as he grabbed what he believed he would need for this operation then carefully closed it up and locked the cage behind him as he walked out.

He then moved off to the side by the firing range and got *dressed* putting on his armor and securing his weapons making sure all the armor systems were functioning correctly and his tools were tucked away safely.

Xyran after that then fell back into a comfy chair and plopped his feet up and chuckled, "Those demons have a death wish... and i have every intention of granting them that wish" Xyran then heard a catchy tune on the radio and turned it up.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8ZmjLKqaOQ
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   as he  listened to the Music , there was  some footsteps coming down from the QMs Locker.One of the armorers  went  straight  for  the Unit Lockers...opened one  and  , then Opened   one of the pair of  cases there...she took out a little  container, about the size of a Pill bottle..she carefully  laid a rag on the  floor. . Gebtly opening the   container   , she held  it in one hand  as she  turned  on an old Hydrospannner...as the Light came on and the  ratchet head began  to move..she  flicked a bit  of the contents  on the  tool...it sparked  fizzled and stopped... she laid the tool on the  rag, closed the  container  and retruned it to the  case,  then locked them up once more.. she wiped off the  tool, and sent the rag into the Jettison chute...

 then ran back up the stairs.

After getting everything together he made his way up to the med bay to get checked out one last time before launch.

-----> to Med Labs

Non-Com Quarters---> Black Hangar

Corporal Tatyana strode into the black hangar in full battle rattle. While weights took the place of grenades, and explosives she was still carrying a full load of ammo. With a stack of old photos under her arm she made her way over to the range. Setting her rifle down at the shooting booth she walked out onto the range. For the next few minutes she taped photos of Koos to each, and every last target. That done she returned to the booth, and once more slung her rifle over a shoulder. Irina set the machine to move the targets randomly, and hit the power switch. As the targets began to jerk randomly about she drew her pulse pistol, and squeezed off 5 shots in quick succession. Between the quick draw, and lingering hang over not every shot found it's mark, but that was the point. To challenge herself. Well half of it anyway. The fact that she was blowing holes into images of her newly turned ex was also pretty satisfying. Regardless after the fifth shot Irina turned, and sprinted ten meters away. Where she promptly turned, and fired another five shots. Before sprinting back to the shooting booth. She slapped the metal counter, and this time sprinted twenty meters away. Where she once more took five quick shots at the targets down range. Irina repeated the routine of lunging and shooting. After thirty meters she was forced to switch to her assault rifle in order to keep hitting the targets. As the distances began wearing her down she found it impossible to keep the sprinting at break neck speed. Still jogging the distances was more then enough to keep her heart pounding. Which was really the key detail. The core had always taught her to train like she fought, and when she fought her heart was never at a resting rate. So Irina kept running, and kept shooting. Intending to get all the way to the hangar's far wall.