General Trudy Chacon (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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trans_92012-02-11 04:10 pm
fieldpromoted) wrote in trans_92012-02-11 04:10 pm
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Target Practice [OPEN]
Who: General Trudy and YOU!
Where: Sensoriums, Earth c22nd century, US Marine outdoor firing range at Quantico, VA
Summary: High-powered automatic rifles. Shooting things is good for the blood pressure.
Warnings: Language, knowing Trudy
It had been a long time since Trudy set foot on Earth, simulated or otherwise. She had mixed memories of the place - heavy pollution, heavy crime and not much for a young girl to do in her kind of neighborhood. Getting out was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
But of all the places on Earth, she did still have fond memories of officer training at Quantico. Granted she'd excelled in other areas than marksmanship - she'd passed her marksmanship test, but not by a very large margin.
That was what she was here to practice today. Commanding sortie exercises and PT for the troops took up most of her time, but in her off hours she wanted to make sure she was as capable with the GIA-issue weapons as she was with her conventional automatic rifle, if not more. She stood at the end of a very long outdoor firing range, her plasma rifle leaning up against the counter. She aimed at the target downfield, looked up and down the firing range to make sure nobody had strayed onto it, and squeezed off a short burst from the automatic rifle.
Trudy slung her rifle over her shoulder, grabbed a new paper target, and trudged out onto the range to check her handiwork. As soon as she got close enough, she made a face - she'd pulled to the right again. "I can fly an X-wing through a needle's eye and I can't hit a chest target on a goddamn piece of paper," she muttered to herself.
Where: Sensoriums, Earth c22nd century, US Marine outdoor firing range at Quantico, VA
Summary: High-powered automatic rifles. Shooting things is good for the blood pressure.
Warnings: Language, knowing Trudy
It had been a long time since Trudy set foot on Earth, simulated or otherwise. She had mixed memories of the place - heavy pollution, heavy crime and not much for a young girl to do in her kind of neighborhood. Getting out was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
But of all the places on Earth, she did still have fond memories of officer training at Quantico. Granted she'd excelled in other areas than marksmanship - she'd passed her marksmanship test, but not by a very large margin.
That was what she was here to practice today. Commanding sortie exercises and PT for the troops took up most of her time, but in her off hours she wanted to make sure she was as capable with the GIA-issue weapons as she was with her conventional automatic rifle, if not more. She stood at the end of a very long outdoor firing range, her plasma rifle leaning up against the counter. She aimed at the target downfield, looked up and down the firing range to make sure nobody had strayed onto it, and squeezed off a short burst from the automatic rifle.
Trudy slung her rifle over her shoulder, grabbed a new paper target, and trudged out onto the range to check her handiwork. As soon as she got close enough, she made a face - she'd pulled to the right again. "I can fly an X-wing through a needle's eye and I can't hit a chest target on a goddamn piece of paper," she muttered to herself.