trans_9 | 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.

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They were off duty, Trudy could take some friendly teasing. She wasn't obsessive enough to insist on rank in a fleet as small as hers. "I can't imagine what I could have done to make any of you boys afraid of me," Trudy said with a broad grin. "Usually I'm trying my level best to keep you all alive."

While making them run the same maneuvers in the Sensoriums for four hours straight until they all got it right, of course.

"Nothing at all ma'am, you do a damn good job at keeping us in check that's for sure." he said with a wide grin. "But with that said, what's new as far as the future for us?" he paused then chuckled.

"As a team of course." He knew she knew what he meant, but it seemed that high spirit moments like these were rare enough, no point in passing them up.

Her expression was a cross between incredulous and amused. Even when she and Michael were ribbing on each other, he knew better than to flirt - and they had a history. Then again, Splicer had a habit of toeing the line even when they were on duty. She'd almost gotten used to it.

"I have a feeling you're not going to like it very much," she said. "We're cross-training for the forseeable future. I want everyone able to man every squadron if we come up short. So, sorry, but I'll have to pull you out of your baby."

It's all fun and games! ~~Till someone gets hurt, which he was trying to avoid.~~

He made an expression of mild shock and a groan escaped his lips, way to act mature Splicer.

"Oh man, really? But, but, but, she'll miss me! And then she'll get jealous! Do you know how hard it is to fly a jealous vessel?! Controls might even start to feel wonky!" he replied almost comically. "I mean, not that I can't fly anything out there while blindfolded," that cheating Splicer, you're a psionic user, of course you can 'see' without using your eyesight! "But still, I mean... I guess I understand where you are coming from, specially with our lack of troops..."

Truly just raised her eyebrows at the theatrics, not even bothering to hide her amused expression. "Pobrecito. Has nobody ever told you that the whining thing is not cute? Hate to break it to you."

She figured he would adapt fairly quickly to the other craft, and not just because of the psionics. Of course she couldn't tell him that.

"Ah well, it was worth a shot eh?" he said with an amused grin.

"But yeah, I can dig that." he said confidently again, giving her a thumbs up and his usual smile.

Trudy shook her head as she walked back over to the booths, exchanging the rifle that had come with her from Pandora for the GIA-issue rifle she made her troops use. She checked over its power cartridge and containment with less confidence than she would over the magazine of a slugthrower, but it was easy to see she'd spent a lot of time mastering this weapon.

"In case something happens that I won't say because I believe in jinxes and in not giving them, I need you in particular to know how to fly something else." By which she meant, if something ever happened to Splicer's baby, they didn't have another one.

"Man, I don't even want to blah blah blah not thinking it." he said almost comically, laughing a bit at his own sudden childishness. It wasn't bad letting out a bit of stress every now and then though.

He smiled back to Trudy and nodded, "Yeah, I know. I'll make sure I give it my all then and be the best at piloting anything we have available in the hangar and then some." He was already an ace pilot and one of the best in his group, but there was always room to continue improving and Splicer was one of those that liked being the best at everything he could master.

Looking back to Trudy, he nodded at her, "Give it another go, I'm certain you'll only get better. And always keep increasing the difficulty, only way to keep sharp and get ahead of the game yeah? S'all 'bout focus."

Target Practice [OPEN]

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