Roy looked at the ring...and while his face showed no signs of recognizing the design, an unpleasant expression did creep into his eyes.

"Last time I stumbled across a ring with a design I'd never seen before, we ended up discovering the EDT was something totally different than it appeared to be on the surface.  This needs to be shown to the Admiral, the Commander, and LC Shadow...they're far more familiar with the covert groups operating out here than I am.  If they don't recognize it, they'll certainly know someone to ask for an identification."

He looked up at Garrat, a slightly sour expression on his face.  "Any other tidbits of good news I should know about before I go out there and violate every principle of sniper safety I've ever learned?" he asked.  While there was no lack of rancor in his voice, it was also apparently not aimed at Garrat.

In reply to Roy Spencer (msg # 56):
   Garrat thinks a moment. "Not to my knowledge. I'll continue to keep it under wraps and get to them." Garrat seems a little distracted but rattles of some advice that is obviously straight out of the text book he was trained with. "Wear bulky clothing and body armor under it. Always keep moving and change directions unexpectedly.  Make your appearance brief but give no warning to when your going to leave, and use the people around you to obstruct line of sight for potential asassins. If you must stay in one place, bend down to secure your footwear or to talk to someone at random intervals, and most importantly..."  He looks up at Spencer "Try not to get yourself killed." Garrat nods to Spencer and continues to his own quarters to shower and get changed before heading on to the med lab.
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Roy chuckled to himself after Garrat left...he appreciated the gesture, but he found it amusing to give a highly-trained sniper advice on how to avoid being targeted by a sniper.

Unfortunately, he was also the Fleet's senior non-com...Hell...the whole Space Wing's senior non-com, he told himself.  That meant obligations that were sometimes more political than tactical in nature.  And playing to the crowd...?

Well, on this occasion, it was a little bit of both.  The risk came with the territory.

He checked himself in a mirror, made sure his uniform was squared away and his sidearm and knife were secure, and made his way to the docks.  Time to go play monkey at the zoo, he told himself.

--->To Fuji thread

Garrat didn't sleep long.  He felt restless for some reason.  He decided to go and see if there were and new meads in the rec deck before going to find out how that critter he bagged on astra was fairing.
=====> rec deck.

Melia wandered into the shooting range with her Carbine and two side arms along with full magazines. She'd stopped by the QM and gotten as much training rounds as she could. Setting up a range she decides to start with the .45, it is a weapons that she knows well. Going through a couple mags she swaps for the Qarl weapon, getting some practice in on it, and familiarizing herself with the system.

Next up is the carbine, she spends the most time working on it. Starting with going through her dime and washer drills, all the way through single targets multiple times working on accuracy. After accuracy drills Melia starts work on her quick fire techniques running through the various methods as she'd been instructed during her prolonged stay at the school house. After running through all the drills that she could on the range, she returns to the basic marksmanship tasks to reinforce the basics. The long drawn out session taxes her concentration, but proves to be a cathartic experience for her and allows her to fully deal with the previous emotions in a physical manner.

Cleaning up her mess she returns, briefly to the medbay after several hours, and drops off the .45, and the carbine and heads to the Civie section.

  The Chief in charge of the range will run the  targets out  and BAck the first few times,  showing her  how to use the  retractor. a red Light at that  end of the  Field, keeps  any , not  wanting to shot, From  coming neat the range.

Garrat comes on range. "Hey melia, good to see you." He sets up.

"Hello Garrat," Melia says as she adjusts the targets again setting herself up for another set of Advanced Rifle Marksman drills and triggering the lane. She shoots with precision concentrating on her breathing hitting each target. Not precisely in the same place each time but she still hits all the targets.

Garrat observes her technique and grunts an approval, "we need to get Hawkeye down here for some training."
   He sets up for sniper shots with the furthest range and a small target.

Melia starts packing up once she finishes the last set, "yeah maybe, I'd rather have her sharper at surgery. She's a literal Doc, she belongs in the OR or the field hospital, not in the sh** like some grunt. From what I've seen its necessity and caring that pushes her to get outside her comfort zone. At the very least I am sure she can handle her sidearm, she may not like it, but I am confident in her ability to handle it when needed." She finishes packing, "well I better get going, there's some errands I need to run." she says excusing herself. She heads to the medlab after grabbing a bite to crash for the night

----med lab-->

Garrat continues training until he gets a com from Spencer. "Looks like it's time to face the music." He packs his gun and goes directly to security.

Yes SEC office...

 Spencer has been busy of late, he tries to post later  at night?..but he'll get to you when  he can, if he sees a post.

Raja made his way to the shooting range with his usual Loadout and some dummy grenades.

He looked over the facilities, trying to decide where best to start.

  The  Chief on duty  looks over at  The largran, there is only one person shooting, a Civie  woman, shooting  at targest of  demons, largans and humanoid  Creshians.

 ..Whatcha  looking   for?....we  got paper tagerts..got   metal... and  we  can  send in Holos, But you'll have top  use the flash Guns for those?

In reply to Raja (msg # 70):

"Raja would like to practice with Largran Blassterss?
Iss thiss permitted? Perhapss paper targetss are besst for not destroy Dec?
Do targetss move closser to sshooter?"

Raja patted the twin blasters he carried on each hip.

well?... if i was gonna be usining  Largran balsters..I think we  shoudl go witht he metal targets... they get sent down to the foundry, they pour us new ones they make out of   thin scrap... Paper is good?..but..I dunno, you can see  the  metal swing  beter, and adds more movement?....if you run two targets or less.. you can make them go   up..back ,left or right.... if yu have three or more..they  only go up or back

"Verry good. ..May usse two metal targetss with much movementss pleasse?"

Raja waited for the targets to be prepared, then shut his eyes and quickly turned himself around in a 360 circle to disorient himself a bit, opened his eyes, drew both blasters and fired!

Being wide area weapons, blasters were inherently accurate. Raja wanted to improve his accuracy with suddenly appearing moving targets.

  the Chief logs RAja  in and sets up the targets, they   Move to the BAck  and the   target area goes  Black.

 ..ok?..when the Light  comes up they will move randomly..if they get to the 10 yard marker..you'er dead... They hits in center mass will kill them..or one head shot...

 When Raja is ready... the Chief hits the MAchine..it beeps three times  and l the Lights  come on..the targets move at a walking apce..one is  15 yards  away, the other  about 30 .)

>>>from the rec deck>>>

Jamison and Daisy walked up to the range officer.  Daisy's tail is down and she moves alertly, the sound of gunfire putting her into a state of combat readiness.

"I'd like to use a lane for some handgun practice."

  The Chief  comes out and  Looks at his Vid Board,..kinda quiet now.  YOu can have  Lane  1 .  you want metal, papers or holograms?

 There is a Lragran in an ESN uniform and  greenbandage on his tail.

"Give me a couple of metals.  Do you stock ammo here?"

He pulls a heavy projectile pistol out of his holster, chambering a round while carefully keeping the barrel pointed down range.

Looking down, he makes a gesture with his off-hand.  Daisy sits down quietly.

  The Chief looks  to see what weapons he has,..We have  the  weapons  for use  against the Holos.. i have  some  .4  and  some8 MM , we keep  them here for Civies?   anything else, you'll have to use  your own, or go see the  QM.

"8's, please.

I'll reload with them before I leave.  3 15-round mags."

Daisy stands and follows him to his shooting range before sitting down.  She is focused on the largran, her nose twitching as she catches it's scent.

Jamison sets his spare clips on the counter, then turns and nids at the chief.

  the Chief   nods  and makes Jack sign off for the mags.  THe  he sets  two Metal  targets  up...up and back...side  to side?  or random?"

  What Jack will ask for, the Chief  will program it in.

"Random, I think."

Jamison assumes a firing stance and prepares for the targets.