Dream 007
Warnings: Death, violence, headshots. Surprisingly no cannibalism this time around!
Effects (optional): Nothing. Quite literally, in the feelings department; emotions are either muted or non-existent. Also, consider the information in the narration directly uploaded into the viewers brain, if you so choose!
Load, aim, fire. Realign sights, aim, fire again. Sometimes if Argilla has the luxury of a few seconds, she even varies up the routine with emptying her lungs, or waiting for that lull between one heart beat and the next. Other times, its whatever shot she has time to make, before the situation changes. But always, ALWAYS, it ends with the gun firing, and, optimally, another soldier dead.
Her cover and battle fields are as varied as her firing routine; a few possible changes, but still with the same goal of sniping in mind. Sometimes she fires behind ruins and stone, which is best. Sometimes, it's just with a sand bag set up in front of her, which is manageable. Other times, all she has is a stand to prop the rifle up, which is undesirable, but Argilla still makes it work. She HAS to make it work, to make those shots count, and cover the rest of her Tribe.
She has a good record. For all the shots she fires, only a handful ever miss their mark, or hit only stone or ground instead of a body. Her tag ring keeps track of the numbers, both hits and fatalities, and after nearly every skirmish, there's some extra makka on it for a new clip of bullets…Potentially even a new search scope to share among the Tribe, if she continues performing well.
Argilla can't really remember ever being anything OTHER then a sniper. The Embryon soldier thinks that she must have learned how to fire so accurately at some point, back when she was using guns other then the long rifle given out to specialists. She knows how to use automatics, after all; there's even times where she still brings one into battle, in case the tide turns and she has to join the rest of the Embryon with the close, rapid fire, and messy work.
Then again, having a second weapon is hardly uncommon. Serph has his handgun. Heat uses whatever he has on hand or can lift off a dead body, with Cielo following a similar, if not quite as brutal pattern. Gale always has knives on hand, and is close to being the envy of some of the Maribel.
The strategist is crouched next to her now, as Argilla sets up her gun and looks through the sights. Today's battlefield has no shortage of cover, which is both good and bad; good, that it gives her cover to fire from. Bad, because the Vanguards also have more to dodge through and hide behind.
"Concern yourself only with eliminating the squad leader," which she already knows won't be Harley. Not with such a small number of soldiers on the field; Argilla has already counted the flashes of green that sometimes get caught in the wind, and dot the far ruins; only a squad of four. Little more then a probe to test their defenses. "We will handle the remaining soldiers."
"Understood." Her voice is flat as she lays down prone against the earth, sliding the clip in under the gun stock. With the metal cold against her cheek, Argilla closes her eyes, counts to ten, and opens them again.
The iron sights have drifted off target a little, and she adjusts the gun again so they are lined up. She closes her eyes again, slowly relaxing her muscles as she speaks.
"I see no difficulty in finding a shot when you flush them out." This time when she opens them, the sights stay aligned perfectly.
"I am prepared." Argilla doesn't look up as Gale moves away from her. She only keeps her eye on the targets below, just barely letting her awareness stretch out a little further so she isn't completely vulnerable.
True to Gale's strategy, the Vanguard's don't stay out of sight for long, and Argilla sees her opportunity when they scatter under the opening volley of fire. She trains her eye on what looks like the commander, waits for him to reach that gap between the rubble, and-
There.
Aim, breathe, and fire.
Effects (optional): Nothing. Quite literally, in the feelings department; emotions are either muted or non-existent. Also, consider the information in the narration directly uploaded into the viewers brain, if you so choose!
Load, aim, fire. Realign sights, aim, fire again. Sometimes if Argilla has the luxury of a few seconds, she even varies up the routine with emptying her lungs, or waiting for that lull between one heart beat and the next. Other times, its whatever shot she has time to make, before the situation changes. But always, ALWAYS, it ends with the gun firing, and, optimally, another soldier dead.
Her cover and battle fields are as varied as her firing routine; a few possible changes, but still with the same goal of sniping in mind. Sometimes she fires behind ruins and stone, which is best. Sometimes, it's just with a sand bag set up in front of her, which is manageable. Other times, all she has is a stand to prop the rifle up, which is undesirable, but Argilla still makes it work. She HAS to make it work, to make those shots count, and cover the rest of her Tribe.
She has a good record. For all the shots she fires, only a handful ever miss their mark, or hit only stone or ground instead of a body. Her tag ring keeps track of the numbers, both hits and fatalities, and after nearly every skirmish, there's some extra makka on it for a new clip of bullets…Potentially even a new search scope to share among the Tribe, if she continues performing well.
Argilla can't really remember ever being anything OTHER then a sniper. The Embryon soldier thinks that she must have learned how to fire so accurately at some point, back when she was using guns other then the long rifle given out to specialists. She knows how to use automatics, after all; there's even times where she still brings one into battle, in case the tide turns and she has to join the rest of the Embryon with the close, rapid fire, and messy work.
Then again, having a second weapon is hardly uncommon. Serph has his handgun. Heat uses whatever he has on hand or can lift off a dead body, with Cielo following a similar, if not quite as brutal pattern. Gale always has knives on hand, and is close to being the envy of some of the Maribel.
The strategist is crouched next to her now, as Argilla sets up her gun and looks through the sights. Today's battlefield has no shortage of cover, which is both good and bad; good, that it gives her cover to fire from. Bad, because the Vanguards also have more to dodge through and hide behind.
"Concern yourself only with eliminating the squad leader," which she already knows won't be Harley. Not with such a small number of soldiers on the field; Argilla has already counted the flashes of green that sometimes get caught in the wind, and dot the far ruins; only a squad of four. Little more then a probe to test their defenses. "We will handle the remaining soldiers."
"Understood." Her voice is flat as she lays down prone against the earth, sliding the clip in under the gun stock. With the metal cold against her cheek, Argilla closes her eyes, counts to ten, and opens them again.
The iron sights have drifted off target a little, and she adjusts the gun again so they are lined up. She closes her eyes again, slowly relaxing her muscles as she speaks.
"I see no difficulty in finding a shot when you flush them out." This time when she opens them, the sights stay aligned perfectly.
"I am prepared." Argilla doesn't look up as Gale moves away from her. She only keeps her eye on the targets below, just barely letting her awareness stretch out a little further so she isn't completely vulnerable.
True to Gale's strategy, the Vanguard's don't stay out of sight for long, and Argilla sees her opportunity when they scatter under the opening volley of fire. She trains her eye on what looks like the commander, waits for him to reach that gap between the rubble, and-
There.
Aim, breathe, and fire.