The Chief found something out while fighting the Taxxons, and that's that his aim isn't quite as sharp as he wants it to be right now. Whether that's because of being in the pod for a while or what, he doesn't know. It's just a detriment to his survival odds and so he's going to FIX it.
The thing he didn't anticipate, however, is what the Sensorium
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That would probably have to do with the fact that his mun is lazy and RL sucks GLaDOS had snatched him up a bit before the whole brain-slugs-trying-to-take-over-the-ship incident for her little..."experiments". Let's just say he never want's to hear the word "cake" again.
At least he's out now, and at the moment, he's looking to let off some steam, which generally means some time in the Sensorium. He comes to a halt when he sees the Chief there, though.
"Oop, didn't know it was occupied. You mind?"
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"No, not at all." He nods. "I was going to sight this in," he shifts the assault rifle a little in his arms. Sight adjustment's another possibility that's occured to him, who knows what happened to it while it was lying around in the locker.
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He moves over to a booth not too far away from the Chief. He draws the pistol holstered at his side, checking it with practiced efficiency.
"Got snagged for that one AI GLaDOS'...experiments...a couple days back. Anything interesting happen in the meantime?"
HAH.
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"I'd ask you about the AI, but you can go first."
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"...Damn. Startin' to feel lucky I wasn't there for that."
He goes back to his pistol, and takes aim down-range.
"GLaDOS seems to be some kinda research AI. Caught me while I was sleeping, and had me running weird logic puzzles through these sorta obstacle courses. Nothing too hazardous, though it looked like if you slipped up in some places, you'd fall a couple hundred feet to your death."
He takes a couple shots, getting them fairly close to center-mass.
"Any casualties?" he says, regarding the slug incident.
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Sleeping. That's an issue that's going to have to be figured out sooner or later, he can't stay awake indefinitely. But at the same time, he does not trust this ship at all.
"I'll have to sleep lightly and hope it wakes me up," he says, checking the rifle's sights against the target down the range. "Best any of us can do, I think. If it's one of the ship's AI's it can probably track us." The sights are aligned, he fires.
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