The Chief's got the sensoriums up with a shooting range. It's not the one he's called up in the past, this is an outdoor range. There are several different target distances, including the long, long rifle lines for things with considerable scope to them, at the end of the range are some somewhat chewed out hills deep enough to catch most impacts. There's plenty of open space off to one side with some practice dummies for melee training, and plenty of open space in general. It's relatively sunny and the air is fresh, but the weather's an after thought. They needed a range. Chief called one up.

They all have a lot of work cut out for them.

The Chief is in full armor, doing a little quick rifle maintenance before anybody shows up. It's holographic, but it serves his purpose for now.

[OOC: This is a FULLY OPEN post. Subthread all you want. Tag each other, teach each other, ask questions, branch off. It's like a big social thread with guns!]

([Also OOC:] If you need to talk to the Chief, just warning you that I'm a bit swamped right now. I'll get back to you but it'll be a slow process. @_@)

Well. That was a really short vacation. But still a much needed one.

He was well rested and certainly in a much better mood. But he still had about a thousand things to do, and not much time to do it. His priority right now was hunting down the Main Armory... or what he thought was the Main Armory, rather, in Weapons & Possession. That was going to take him a few days.

Before he got to that, though, he had some business regarding some of the prisoners. Lyta Alexander was released to go, and two more, Tim Drake and Katara, were getting ready to be released. However, before he could let those two go, he needed to have a word with them, along with Dick Grayson and Sokka, since there were going to be conditions to their release.

He was patiently waiting in his office for the moment, and was hopeful that this bit of business could be done with quickly.

Some things Khel still could not bring himself to do with others. One of these things was combat practice. One could not get in a full practice when one was holding back to a mere fraction of one's potential. Even against the undead he could create, Khel frequently found himself relenting purely for the sake of saving himself the trouble of raising yet another several dozen skeletal warriors. He had all but given up hope that he would ever again be capable of completely letting go, and allowing his full power to surge forward.

The Sensoriums solved all that. He was reliving (to borrow the phrase) the battle that had ensued shortly after his raising, when the newly christened death knight had butchered thousands of orcs and goblinoids, and razed their tent cities to the ground. It was happening again, this time with greater trouble. Khel had asked for more, more to challenge him and more powerful foes to test his limits. Though he had no physical limits, even his magical 'life', such as it was, had a peak it could reach.

Giants flung large hunks of rock that the undead warrior's blade sliced through with ease. Rock and debris was not the only thing the death knight's sword slid through, and gore and viscera rained down upon his armor and skull, painting the normally bleached white skull a menacing reddish black. "Cower before me, filth!" he cried out, his hollow tones nonetheless carrying across the battlefield. "'Tis a night thou shalt not live long enough to regret!"

Asuka hated this place and she'd only been here a week or two (at least, she tthought so - it's hard to tell). The food sucks, the people don't pay any attention to her, and shed already had to deal with egotistical morons who think they're somehow better then her. Like that stupid green kid. Mindzor or whatever his name was.

Worse then that, was the food and the general environment. She'd thought Japan was hot - this place had heat and humidity to match (if not outdo), not to mention the cloying atmosphere and the living suit she was forced to wear. There had been a big hubbub - something about slugs and fighting - but she hadn't paid it much attention. She'd been more concerned with trying not to throw up in front of everyone else or break down or do anything that might be construed as a sign of weakness. She was Asuka Langley Soryu. She wasn't about to give up so easily.

It was easier when she had an escape. Shed summoned up a fairly accurate replica of the hot springs she'd gone too back in Japan with Misato and Shinji after the whole volcano incident. She was completely alone, but she didn't mind (she told herself, even as she sank a bit deeper into despair). She could just soak and try to forget that was on some horrible alien spaceship, about to get thrust into some sort of horrible fight.

She sighed and wrapped her towel a bit tighter around herself and glanced towards the "door". Maybe someone would wander in...

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, draping her hair in the water.

Let this nightmare end.