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target practice. [open]
Dwelling on failures wasn't something Axl did much. Red had all but beaten it into him back in his early days with Red Alert: you don't freak out over what happened, you make sure it doesn't happen again. The damage to his arm hadn't been that hard to repair, so after an hour or so of being poked at, he was ready to make good on that -- albeit in whatever small way was actually within his power. The problem was that there wasn't much he was in a position to do, aside from improving his own performance, but that was better than nothing, at least.
He was in the Sensoriums, which currently simulated the form of one of the high-ceilinged, mostly featureless rooms that were used for running training sims back in Maverick Hunter HQ. He'd left his armor off; for the time being, he wasn't worried about mobility or eating hits, because he was focusing on one very specific thing. The guns in his hands were exact replicas of his signature weapon, save for one thing: instead of plasma, they were set to fire paintballs.
The fight in the reactor control room could've gotten much uglier, and he was still inwardly amazed that it hadn't. Close quarters, sensitive equipment, a lot of people, and bullets flying were generally a recipe for disaster. And the Ohm they'd faced had been quick enough to dodge most of the shots. Axl was an excellent shot, but had he been firing, he was sure he'd have had at least a few misses. Another scenario like that could easily head south in a hurry -- which was reason enough to sharpen his aim. If the Ohm could move that fast, he'd have to get the hang of hitting them even faster.
The scenario he'd set up for was based off one of the Hunter training sims. Thirty waves of automated targets; though the first ones weren't too difficult to hit, each wave moved faster and more erratically than the last, and by round thirty their movements were notoriously difficult to follow, even with a reploid's superhuman senses and reflexes. The targets were harmless; they didn't shoot back (yet; he'd work on that later), and were programmed to remove themselves as soon as they took a hit.
And as for the paintballs...well, every miss would stand out horribly on that white ceiling, and he'd know exactly how much work he had ahead of him.
Everything was set, just waiting for the starting signal. Axl stood in the center of the room, arms hanging at his sides, eyes closed. Focus. Nothing but the targets.
The signal came, the same computerized voice that kicked off every sim he'd run back with the Hunters. "
His eyes snapped open, his guns snapped up, and the paintballs started flying.
(OOC: Anyone walking into the Sensoriums runs a high risk of getting virtual paint all over them, because those targets aren't set to stay away from the door. :|b )
He was in the Sensoriums, which currently simulated the form of one of the high-ceilinged, mostly featureless rooms that were used for running training sims back in Maverick Hunter HQ. He'd left his armor off; for the time being, he wasn't worried about mobility or eating hits, because he was focusing on one very specific thing. The guns in his hands were exact replicas of his signature weapon, save for one thing: instead of plasma, they were set to fire paintballs.
The fight in the reactor control room could've gotten much uglier, and he was still inwardly amazed that it hadn't. Close quarters, sensitive equipment, a lot of people, and bullets flying were generally a recipe for disaster. And the Ohm they'd faced had been quick enough to dodge most of the shots. Axl was an excellent shot, but had he been firing, he was sure he'd have had at least a few misses. Another scenario like that could easily head south in a hurry -- which was reason enough to sharpen his aim. If the Ohm could move that fast, he'd have to get the hang of hitting them even faster.
The scenario he'd set up for was based off one of the Hunter training sims. Thirty waves of automated targets; though the first ones weren't too difficult to hit, each wave moved faster and more erratically than the last, and by round thirty their movements were notoriously difficult to follow, even with a reploid's superhuman senses and reflexes. The targets were harmless; they didn't shoot back (yet; he'd work on that later), and were programmed to remove themselves as soon as they took a hit.
And as for the paintballs...well, every miss would stand out horribly on that white ceiling, and he'd know exactly how much work he had ahead of him.
Everything was set, just waiting for the starting signal. Axl stood in the center of the room, arms hanging at his sides, eyes closed. Focus. Nothing but the targets.
The signal came, the same computerized voice that kicked off every sim he'd run back with the Hunters. "
READY!"His eyes snapped open, his guns snapped up, and the paintballs started flying.
(OOC: Anyone walking into the Sensoriums runs a high risk of getting virtual paint all over them, because those targets aren't set to stay away from the door. :|b )