Re: Right Transept/Munitions

[identity profile] its-keeper.livejournal.com 2009-10-25 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
Will is not a shooter. When she fights, it's never to the death. And an electrified zombie is . . . well, a singed zombie that's still coming towards you.

So she's relegated - largely by her own decision - to the role of delivery girl. And given her ability to move as fast as the energy controls, she's very good at it.

She appears, almost out of nowhere, and disappears in much the same manner, bringing ammunition for the shooters, running rounds to ensure that nobody runs low, all the while explaining herself at top speed.

"Hi-if-you-need-something-tell-me-to-get-it-for-you-I'll-be-back-I-promise-okay-bye!"

If she weren't' so scared, she'd be leaving a feeling of calm and goodwill with the people she speaks to.

As it is . . . she's just trying not to leave them with any of her feelings.

Re: Right Transept/Munitions

[identity profile] venominsilicon.livejournal.com 2009-10-25 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Gauron's got the ammo well organized, he's put together a decent surplus of full clips, and he's put out a list of who's using which weapons, and what ammunition they take - luckily, he'd already had it written out by the time the comms went down.

In between delivering ammo and collecting empty clips, he's also occasionally filling in on the roof lines for people with weapons that take a little longer to reload.

Re: Right Transept/Munitions

[identity profile] visserbasher.livejournal.com 2009-10-26 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Zombies.

Zombies.

There wasn't very much that Loren could do so after grabbing a gun for herself she did the only logical thing a girl with no powers or training could do. Shuttle in ammunition.

Well, it was logical to Loren.

Re: Right Transept/Munitions

[identity profile] runnerwithagun.livejournal.com 2009-10-27 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ronon ran to the Right Transept as soon as Worf had pointed out where the munitions were. Gun. Gun. Gun. "Where is my gun???" Ronon grunted to no one in particular as he quickly, and messily, sifted through boxes. Finally he found it with a couple of other familiar looking weapons. Sifting through more boxes and pulling out guns here and there, something made him stop what he was doing. ". . ." No way. It was Tyre's sword, neatly packed away in a box with it's scabbard. The same sword left to him by the man who was once best his friend.

Strapping the sword to his back, Ronon took count of what he decided to arm himself with. He found a holster and extra power cells for his gun score!, a sawn-off triple barreled shotgun, a M60E3 machine gun, a P90, some bracers, a bullet-proof vest, ammo for his guns and more knives to add to his hidden collection.

It didn't take Ronon very long to strap everything to himself and as soon as he was ready, he was off, running to take his position on the roof.

Re: Right Transept/Munitions

[identity profile] wheresmysuit.livejournal.com 2009-10-28 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
It soon became apparent to Nate that he wasn't going to be of much use in the fight. He knew guns, but knew he didn't have the skill to not get bitten or hurt by those things, which was something everyone seemed to know not to do. He didn't think watching the prisoners was something he could do, and he definitely wasn't medically qualified to help in that area. So he jumped to the one task he knew he could do.

Strapping four duffle bags over his shoulders, he proceeded to fill them with ammo and ordnance of any kind. Once they were full, he ran. To the roofs, to the frontlines, anywhere there was fighting, dropping load after load of ammo and weapons at the feet of the people fighting to protect those inside.

After the fifteenth trip or so, his legs burned, he could barely breathe and it felt like his back was going to break. But he kept running. If they ran out of ammo they would die. Skidding to a stop after his next load he paused to lean against a wall, speaking to the person firing at the zombies.

"If you need anything, better let me know now before I make another run."

Re: Right Transept/Munitions

[identity profile] venominsilicon.livejournal.com 2009-10-30 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Gauron's especially good at not pushing himself more than he needs to - he's seen the massive crowds of zombies outside, after all, and he knows this is going to be a long night - and he's keeping things fairly well organized so that his runners can do the same. When Nate's pace begins flagging noticeably, he smoothly intercepts him once he's loaded his bags again but before he can make his next run. "Didn't catch your name, but I need you here reloading magazines for a while." He scoops up the bags himself before Nate has the chance to object.

Re: Right Transept/Munitions

[identity profile] wheresmysuit.livejournal.com 2009-11-01 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
He opened his mouth to protest that he could keep going, that the others needed ammunition. But at that moment, he stumbled, his numb legs tripping over some unseen snag. Catching himself against a wall, he quickly pushed himself back up, embarrassed.

"...What caliber ammo?"

Re: Right Transept/Munitions

[identity profile] venominsilicon.livejournal.com 2009-11-03 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
At least the kid knows when not to argue. "I've got everything sorted by team area and caliber - start with whatever we've got the most empties of for the Vestibule team." With that, he's off.