Shooting Practice [Open]

[spartanjohn_117]

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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[gogopowersuit]

Once located, Samus had pegged the Sensorium as a place in which she would spend great amounts of time. In fact, she would probably want to spend the majority of her time there.

She had realized that the instant in which she regained was probably a rare one, and she wasn't going to gain full control over it any time soon. She could handle herself without the suit; it had just been quite some time ever since she'd relied on anything other than it. She probably should practice a little.

She made her way to the Sensorium,,Paralyzer gun in hand. It was conveniently already formed into a shooting range, although it was already occupied. She recognizes the figure, though chooses not to say anything to him as she makes her way to a shooting stand on the other side of the range.

[spartanjohn_117]

There's another person here. There are things to be doing here, not standing. Not thinking about things that are gone. Moving along, now.

The Chief takes a place somewhere midway along the line, unconsciously settling into his old berth and making himself not think about it. There's a fresh target up, a simple bull's eye.

First thing's first, general safety housekeeping must be done. He looks over to Samus. "The range is clear," he says, a formal confirmation of something obvious. Procedure is, however, procedure.

[gogopowersuit]

Samus, not being much for chit-chat, looks over and nods. She knew the safety protocols, even bothering to put on ear and eye protection, and looked down the range at her target. She waited, though, for the signal that it was alright to fire.

She may act more reckless in the field, but the shooting range was always one of the only things she practiced careful caution in.

[spartanjohn_117]

"The line is clear. Ready on the right." Pause. "Ready on the left." Pause. "Ready on the firing line... You may commence fire."

The Chief raises the rifle to his shoulder, taking his time about his shots to eliminate as much of his own human error as possible. He'll probably do this a few times, then check the groupings to see if they're consistently off-center.

[gogopowersuit]

She takes aim and fires. Little yellow-orange blasts make their way to the target in place of bullets, and leave black marks where they hit. It's an unconventional weapon, Chief could note, but it's also noticeably lacking any serious firepower.

Samus' mind wanders briefly to the last time she had to actually depend on this weapon, she manged to make it out alive but it was still almost useless compared to her regularly available abilities.

[spartanjohn_117]

The Spartan glances over, mostly because he's been wondering about Samus' gun since he first saw it and is interested to note that it doesn't shoot solid slugs. Nor, however, does it fire plasma. It's more like the few Forerunner energy weapons he's run across, but not exactly...

Whatever it is, it's going on the list of things to investigate. Which reminds him, that list had another recent addition. He finishes putting holes in the target for the moment, checking the scope at the bench. Everything seems to be leaning a little to the left, he'll have to do another one to confirm. But that list. Armor was on that list. How do you ask complete strangers about things like that, on a weird ship made of flesh, in a room made out of part of your memory, while firing guns, even after having recently fought giant space worms? This might take him a minute or two to consider.

The Chief flips open a panel in the bench, revealing a smatter of buttons. He presses the one to bring the target holder up to the line so he can swap it out for a fresh

[gogopowersuit]

Samus looks over to see Chief inspecting his shots. She follows suit, checking her shots. She's a little rustier than she had wanted, but not more than she expected. After all, if she still had the perfect shot with her Paralyzer she wouldn't be here. She finds the panel in her station and gives herself a fresh target.

In the meantime, she offers no explanation for any sort of confusion she causes. Armor or otherwise, unless he asks, Chief won't learn anything.

[spartanjohn_117]

Curiosity, yay for it!

"What is that," he asks finally, looking at the paralyzer gun.

[gogopowersuit]

She glances back over to Chief, holding up the gun slightly.

"Federation Officer emergency pistol," is what she offers as an explanation, "Also known as as a Paralyzer gun."

She realizes that the name holds no significance to anyone outside of her own world, but still uses that description.

[spartanjohn_117]

"You use it because it's smaller than the cannon?" he asks, that's the best reason he can come up with that makes sense to him without knowing that Samus can't access her suit right now. The Chief knows that if he had his armor back, personally, he probably wouldn't be seen out of it very much anymore.

He sends his target rack back.

[gogopowersuit]

This was suddenly becoming dangerous conversation.

"Something like that."

If it was up to Samus, she wouldn't be caught out of her suit on this ship at all either. But as long as she didn't have access to the suit, and others knew about it, she was going to try and hide the fact that she wasn't really able to access it completely right now.

[spartanjohn_117]

"I'll take your word for it. Energy weapon?" He just wants to clarify, because it's better to know what everybody else has then be saying "And what does that mean?" in the middle of a firefight.

[gogopowersuit]

She nods. She wasn't about to go into the great technical details of Federation class weapons when a much simpler explanation would suffice.