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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[maninthemachine]

Some people may or may not have noticed a lack of Bri lately.

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?"

[spartanjohn_117]

He starts, very slightly. Just a slight tensing along the shoulders, but it's very quickly gone as he turns to see Bri.

"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.

[maninthemachine]

"Target practice, huh?" he says with a chuckle. "Just what I was hoping for."

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.

[spartanjohn_117]

The Chief raises an eyebrow, at the explanation for absence and the almost-humor of Bri's last statement considering what's been going down the last few days. "Yes. Half the crew was enslaved by alien brain slugs and we had a small civil war on our hands because they were trying to blank Stacy's memory. The infested are restrained in the medbay right now waiting for the slugs to die. Then there were the giant cannibalistic space worms one of them sicced on us." Interesting enough, you see.

"I'd ask you about the AI, but you can go first."

[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.

[crazychanger]

Blitzwing quietly-well, as quietly as an alien robot can be-walks into an empty booth, checking the settings on his newfound weapon.

He might as well learn to use it, in case his other weaponry fails him. For whatever reason.

He paused. It's a big room. The firing range that is its main purpose doesn't take up that much space.

Why not stretch his wings a little? He could do with a little more control over his alt-modes, anyway.

He walks out of the booth, and seamlessly transforms with a series of mechanical ch-chnk noises into a plane, then takes off, circling around the higher parts of the room without straying into the firing range.

Hothead doesn't seem to be objecting. Random is giggling happily. Things are good, so far!

Other people practicing on the range, just ignore the jet that's swooping around on the ceiling. You've seen worse (and weirder), probably.

[acid_dissonance]

Just behind Blitzwing was Soundwave, lightly watching the mech with that unamusing color in his visor.

He just sat down at the nearest seating place and made Laserbeak transform back to the condor. He laid him on his lap and started stroking his plates.

[crazychanger]

Blitzwing transformed into robot mode and landed with a clank on the floor, walking over to Soundwave.

He poked Soundwave's shoulder, pouting slightly.
"Vhy are you so serious all ze time?" he queried. "You're as boring as ze mainframe in ze Decepticon base."