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[onyx17]

Chromia is in a less than stellar mood and, in essence, rather fragged off. But having just realised that one of her favourite spots in the whole of slagging Nexusville has been completely burnt to a smouldering heap can do that to a girl. So much for her regular watering-hole anyway...

'Fragging lighting. Couldn't have just hit a little east of the

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[scientificlife]

IDW Perceptor

Things had been getting extremely taxing as of late and Perceptor had taken to disappearing more and more often just to get his head on correctly. Sure he still made certain to keep tabs on all the residents of the 'Nerdlab' and he was constantly working on his project to help Kup...but it was definitely taking its toll on the sniper.

It was during one of his excursions away from the lab that he stumbled across the shooting range just as Chromia began letting out all her frustrations on the targets, an optic ridge arching as he just watched in silence for a moment.

She was good, very good.

His hand absently twitched as he glanced over his shoulder at that rifle resting comfortably on his back. The urge to clear his processor via practicing was growing and he finally gave in, moving further into the shooting range as his optics sought out one of the empty stalls that seemed favorable, the sniper moving towards it.

[onyx17]

*She was fairly caught up in making sure she managed to hit every ground target at least once before her cannon had to reload. By the time the firearm's barrel gave a dying whine signalling it's need to charge, she'd just managed to leave a nice indent into the furthest disc.
With a heavy ventilation and shoulder roll she gave the cannon a small shake to let it cool off. Only then, did she notice Perceptor.*

Oh, hey. *Gives a slightly awkward grin* Heh, sorry. I was... ugh, distracted. *Offers an idle flop of her hand towards the smoking targets*

[scientificlife]

IDW Perceptor

Glancing over at the femme as she finally noticed him, the sniper had just been pulling his rifle off its mount on his back, bringing it around to hold it carefully in both hands.

"No need for apologies. Trust me when I say I completely understand," he mused with a faint smile, head tilting just a touch. "Is it safe to assume that you are in charge of this place?"

[onyx17]

*She gives a short nod, leaning up against her own shooting point's fence.*

Safe enough, fella. *Quirks a slight grin, optics dropping to her cannon's energy meter.* Name's Chromia. You?