AWD #593: 200 Rounds
AWD #593: 200 Rounds
Summary: Sgt. Ynyr, Major St. Clair & Dr. Nadir spend time at the firing range. Ynyr offers pointers and practical advice.
Date: Sat 04/Feb/2017 (OOC Date)
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Bennett Lleufer Samtara 
Firing Range - Deck 3 - Battlestar Orion
With ten different bays, the firing range can accommodate quite a few shooters with about two dozen spectators or trainees behind them. At 25 yards, the targets can be brought forward or pushed back up to the stops before the inclined plating designed to deflect rounds up. The lighting can be dimmed down to nothing for use with night vision or flashlights, also. A large sign overhead denotes the requirement of both eye and ear protection, as well as the prohibition of all ammunition except rubber or frangible. However, there are no firearms stored here. All firearms and ammunition must be checked out from the Marine Armory in the Security Hub.
Tue 22/Aug/2006

At the agreed time, that best suits Doctor Nadir's schedule of availability, Sergeant Lleufer Ynyr arrives at the Firing Range. The MP checked in with the Security Hub ere he comes in here with not one sidearm, but two. One he's wearing and one he's carrying. The holstered sidearm is his usual carry and has seen plenty of action over the years with knicks and scruffs, but the one he carries is the new pistol the Arpay gave to him back at the Rally Point. Ynyr stops at one of the lanes and lays both out, unloaded. He locks their slides open and then commences to lay out the magazines of frangible rounds. Lleu has also brought eye and ear protection for two, which he also sets out. A moment later he's fitting a pair of the silicone baffled ear plugs while he waits for Doctor Nadir to arrive.

Bennett isn't Doctor Nadir, but she is here to work on her aim, judging by the sidearm holstered at her hip. It's one of the non-Fleet issue Arpayan pistols, similar to Lleufer's. She stops at the front desk to sign in and borrow a set of eye and ear protection, dimpling a smile at the desk clerk's unsubtle attempt at flirtation.

Moving through the security hub and checking out the Arpay sidearm and accompanying training ammunition to accompany it, along with the ear and eye protection, Sam carries all of that with her into the firing range with a glance up at the time to make sure she isn't behind schedule. She moves at a rushed pace, not brisk, but rushed, racing to keep a few minutes ahead of the time table she's chasing so she arrives a few steps behind Major St. Clair and aims a nod at Ynyr as well as she arrives. "I don't think I'm late, right? Major," she aims a quick nod at Bennett paired with a smile.

Lleufer shifts his position to reach for the bag he set on the floor and as he turns to reach for it, he glances towards the hatch and notices Bennett's arrival. The extra magazines for the moment are forgotten and with the place otherwise pretty empty for the moment, his expression softens faintly to curve his mouth ever so slightly into a smile. Soon as she starts towards him and away from the check in, Ynyr says low, "Good to see you hitting the range." Skip a beat, "Everyone sure looked good in their greys." His gaze follows the Major.

Bennett spots Lleufer easily enough on her way into the range proper, and toward her assigned lane. The amused quirk of her lips blooms into a warm smile that mirrors the marine's. "I am in here twice a week, thank you very much," she notes with feigned pique. "Well, except for the last few weeks. I have been very busy." She winks, and then turns as the CMO addresses her. "Doctor Nadir, hello." The comment about dress grays gains only a chuckle, for now, in response as she pulls on her goggles and loops the earmuffs around her neck.

Oh, did Samtara notice him watching Bennett and speaking with the Major. Maybe not. But that's Sam for you. Lleu merely smiles, "No, not late at all. Good, you checked out an Arpay sidearm. I brought mine to have you practice with it if you hadn't. Pick a lane and lay it out, unloaded, then once you are ready, we can get started. We've had lessons before so I know you are comfortable with the basics. We'll be working on cluster groups, and later, how to sight in." Yes, he turns, a little distracted by the Airwing officer. "That's outstanding. If I can ever .. assist you with firing techniques, don't hesitate to let me know and I'll be glad to, Major." The right side of Ynyr's mouth twists - she winked at him. He turns back to his own lane to pick up his ballastic eye protection and settle it into place.

"The marine at the armory issued this," Sam remarks as she turns the weapon around in her hands with a curious look on her face. "This is the side arm that the Arpay wear, which I'm guessing function along the same lines that colonial issue do? And I think this still qualifies as a rental, which is what Jimenez says I'll need to learn how to use. She also said I'm going to have to fight her hand to hand and win before I get sent. So." She turns it around in her hands again, "Right. You spend more time here in one month than I do in, ah, well quite likely ever," she admits with a sidelong nod at Bennett.

Doctor Nadir has come up to the lane next to his and shows him the Arpay pistol, "Yeah, Major St. Clair, myself, Lieutenant Pratt, and the others of our group were each given Arpay pistols. Then I used it heavily in the month I trained with them. I am familiar with it." Lleu's right brow goes up, "Beat her in hand to hand. With only three weeks training? She … going to implant some hand to hand into your brain with the razor then? Because three weeks isn't nearly enough. Assuming she's any good." Ynyr eyes Samtara, "Tomorrow, you and I can do some matt time. If you like." That's PT too, right?

Among other things, yes," Sam confirms with a nod while still studying the sidearm. "Boost muscle growth, muscle memory, not sure I have all of it completely squared away. I'll be embedded with their people and can't be a liability. Which means knowing how to do everything that," she pauses and frowns, "hmm." She pauses to tip her head back slightly, "Well. On the up side, if I don't make it back, Dr. Jimenez will be taking over full time as CMO." She then nods at Leu, "Yes. That's.. a really good idea. Very good, actually," and gives a mild shake to shed the cold spike of adrenaline then hooks the eye protectors in place, and the ear plugs before she reviews the last instructions she had on this and takes aim down lane and fires off a few experimental rounds.

"I will keep it in mind, Sergeant," quips the bus driver, watching Lleufer for a beat before moving out of their way and setting to the task of loading a magazine of training rounds into her sidearm; her movements are agile and precise. Pilot's hands, but not marine's hands. She's in her fatigues at the moment, so only nominally on duty; most air wing officers unbutton them to signify they are not.

<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Good Success.

Lleufer lifts a finger and waggles it at Doctor Nadir's nose, "You aren't /allowed/ to not come back. Some of us would come after to look for you. You know that." She's getting the Marine STARE of DETERMINATION. Damn right. It's why Marine Drill Sergeants can make rocks cry and then crawl away to hide. Ynyr must be practicing to become a DI someday. He probably eats ammo instead of cherrios for breakfast.

Annnnother glance to watch Bennett for a second. Then Lleu makes himself ignore her. He has work to do so he picks up the Arpay pistol and after a glance down range to see how Samtara shoots, but also how she handles the firearm. She better remember all that safety stuff he hammered into her. Meanwhile, Lleu sends his own target down range to the same distance. "Fire a few more times. Get a good feel for it. I'll fire a cluster myself and then we can see what kind of drift you are getting.

<FS3> Lleufer rolls Firearms: Great Success.
<FS3> Lleufer rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Lleufer rolls Firearms: Success.

"It would rather defeat the purpose if I had to be rescued and extracted," Sam counters even as she turns to aim a brief sidelong smile at Leu. "Though I appreciate that. Major Ommanney sent around Ensign Penta to fill in some of his intel blanks," she fires off another pair of rounds, "which is why I haven't been able to move forward with any of the surgeries. Until the Major signs off on the surgeries," another carefully paired shots, "I can't move forward. How many rounds does this magazine hold?"

<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Good Success.

Bennett finishes loading her gun, and takes up a relaxed, staggered stance half-squared to her target. The pistol comes up braced in both hands, and after a moment to sight downrange, she fires off a quick triple shot. The gun's report is a little louder than the Five-seveN she's accustomed to; the sound ricochets around the booth before dissipating.

<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Success.

"Eject it and have a look. Every magazine is marked." Lleu ejects his and shows her, "These are double stack. This this number here at the bottom? Says 15, so that's how many you can load at this calibur with this grip and barrel. Which if it's anything like our models, can be swapped out to fit other caliburs as wanted. This one is set to .40. So that means you can carry 16 rounds in this pistol, -if- you carried one in the chamber. But don't do that until you are in hostile territory and really comfortable using it. Because once it's racked, it's loaded and dangerous if you knock the safety off and you can without realizing you've done it." Ynyr smacks his magazine back into the grip. Samtara could see the cartridges had shifted to indicate that he had 11 shots left after firing the 3, with one in the chamber. "Now, let's reel in your target and check your grouping." There's a glance to see how Bennett's shooting as well.

Bennett pauses to roll out her shoulders and dissipate some of the tension that's crept in over the last few hours of patrols and paperwork. Then she hoists her firearm, flicks her eyes Lleufer and Samtara's way briefly - enough to note the placement of Sam's last couple of shots - and considers her target once more. She's still for a few moments, a slow breath for focus, then fires again.

<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Failure.

Sam follows Lleu's instructions to eject the magazine then looks at it carefully, turning around and studying it then replacing it again. "So this one holds fifteen, did not have one loaded in the chamber, which goes without saying for unacceptable danger. Ok. So." She hits the button to reel the target back in. "Aside from the origin of manufacture, how is this weapon different than the one that the Major is using?" she wonders, glancing at the sidearm that Bennett has and back to the one she's holding.

Ynyr nods to Sam, "A single stasck mag may only hold 7 or 8 depending on the design, or manufacturer. For the same pistol. Depends on the planet's local laws because some don't allow doublestacks." Obviously the military has no problem using them, "Unless they are concerned about weight, I'm sure the Arpay use doublestacks if the grips are wide enough to accomidate them. If you wanted something smaller, slimmer, lighter and easier to conceal, then you wouldn't." Once her target is retreived, Lleu shows Doctor Nadir her shots, pointing a finger at them, "Here is your grouping. A bit spread out but you /are/ hitting the target, so not bad. See?" He lays his hand over it and his fingers can cover /most/ of her shots, "At this range, shots placed this far apart would still cover the area of the heart." Lleufer lays his hand then over his own chest, very slightly left of center with his fingers spread the same way, "Either way, miss the heart, hit the lungs and you are liable to drop them if the rounds are powerful enough. And if they aren't wearing body armor. In which case you better be using AP rounds." The Marine points to her target again, "You are tending to shoot a little high and to the left. So you need to relax and try not to over compensate for the recoil. Try again." He sends a fresh target sheet downrange for Sam. There could be another glance to see Bennett's cluster down range.

Bennett frowns slightly even before the last shot has been fired. She knows without looking that her placement was terrible; one pranged off the target entirely and ricocheted into the opposite wall of her booth. Mildly irritated, she blows a breath out her nose and refocuses. This time, there is no glance in the direction of the marine and medical officer.

<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Great Success.

<FS3> Lleufer rolls Firearms: Great Success.
<FS3> Lleufer rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Lleufer rolls Firearms: Good Success.

"Hitting a paper target is one thing, hitting a target that isn't paper," Sam begins then abruptly ends that train of thought and takes the paper target to set down in front of her in the firing lane then nods as Lleu sends a new target downrange and turns toward Bennett's lane to see how she's doing. "How many hours do you have to spend to achieve then maintain your proficiency?" she wonders as the target is moving into position and only then does she turn back to the target and frowns, "High and to the left. So adjust back toward the center and don't over react to the projected recoil."

<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Great Success.
<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Good Success.

"About 3 to 4 thousand rounds and you'll start to develope muscle memory." Doc Nadir knows something about that, right? Lleu sounds serious, "If you can shoot that many before you go, that's a good solid start. 1,000 rounds a week. At least 200 rounds a day five days a week. You don't have a lot of time before you are leaving so, that's your goal. I could try to push you to more but your hands will ache too much even with this load, and … the Quarter Master is /not/ going to like you shooting up a lot more than that without Amos giving him a special OK anyway." At least the frangibles are only hard wax. "Yes, and relax. Don't grip it quite so tightly, squeaze the trigger softly on the exhale." Lleu double checks Sam's stance, position of her legs and how she's holding the sidearm, "Good, but rmemeber to keep your left thumb down or when the slide kicks back, it'll take the skin off of your knuckle. For now, continue as you are. Next week we'll change your stances to bladed, presenting your side profile which is narrower. We'll then move onto firing from the knee and prone positions and get you down to the Killhouse on Picon."

Bennett lowers her gun and studies the clustering of her last few shots. One punctured the target's throat, and two to the chest with good placement. She touches the tip of her tongue to her lower lip thoughtfully, and pivots a little to empty the last couple of rounds along the target's midline. Her sidearm is safetied and reloaded in matter-of-fact fashion, and there's a brief glance across when Lleufer mentions the bit about keeping her thumb down. Glancing at her own hand, with its scraped-up knuckle, she makes a quick mental note. "Nice shots, Major," she offers with a smile.

"I don't think I have time to fire 200 plus rounds every day for the next several weeks, but I'll fit in as much time as I can," Sam notes and frowns, "how much time does it take to fire off 200 rounds in one standing?" she wonders, as time is an issue for her. "Don't what?" she asks and frowns even more at Lleu and eyes her own hands then looks to Lleu then over to Bennett then back again and makes the careful adjustment to the grip. Firing stance? Oh. Less area. Ok. This is the same thing as learning a new language," she notes and works the aim again with care before firing again.

<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Great Success.
<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Good Success.

The MP Sergeant looks amused, "If you aren't taking your time you can rip through a magazine and swap it out for another one in about 30 seconds or less, if you have them preloaded. But you need to go slowly and work on concentrating on hitting tighter clusters. So, I'd recommend maybe going for 100 rounds an hour at first. You can easily do 200 in an hour every day once you are more comfortable. In your case, you need to pace yourself to what your hands and arms will let you push yourself to. But by the end of this week, I really want you shooting 200 rounds a day. You need to be serious about this." Ynyr toes his bag full of magazines, "In a real fight, after a few hours and a lot of Canner heat, we might eat through a 1,000 rounds each easily, if we carried that many. Which we never do, so we have to make our shots count."

Lleufer gives Bennett a nod, "Major's doing fine but even she could use more practice. They should do killhouse exercises for pilots too."

"We have, on occasion," Saint Clair notes, with a wry smile for Lleufer. "Though yes, I could use more practice. I am afraid I do not have the opportunity to fire a weapon as often as I would like, in the cockpit." She switches her sidearm to the left hand, and adjusts her aim slightly. "Perhaps it is time for another round of joint training. I will be sure to speak with the CAG about it." She moves a fraction to the right, and fires six shots this time: two sets of three.

<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Failure.
<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Great Success.
<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Bennett rolls Firearms: Great Success.

"So this is another example of things that can't be rushed. All these years, I've only done exactly what I needed to do every time I had to re-certify, and that was it," Sam admits as she carefully safeties the gun, shifts it to her left hand, flexes her right, then shifts the gun back again. "The few times I've been in the field, I haven't needed to use my weapon, and thankfully wasn't to much of a liability to slow you guys down." She nods at Bennett, "I think more joint training, all across the board, would be healthy for all divisions."

<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Success.

<FS3> Lleufer rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Lleufer rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Lleufer rolls Firearms: Good Success.

Lleufer also fires off another set until he empties his magazine and the slide locks open. He ejects it and pops in another one that's full. "Better. Not so far and hight to the left, but now you are shooting slightly too far down." Ynyr grins, over corrections being so easy. "But lots of practice and you'll be able to do it as easily as eating. The hard part as you say, isn't hitting targets. It'll be more about reacting fast and not over thinking it when it happens, and not hesitating. Because that will get you killed. You can mourn the whole killing a person thing /after/ they are dead, and puke your guts up, but only when you are no longer in immediate danger. Moving targets are harder but we'll work on those too, soon."

The Sergeant nods, "I think, personally, more -Marine- exercises mixed with pilots would be good. You all must get bored and you need the skills too. If you get shot down… you can't afford to be unable to fight in a pinch. We know what the Cylons do to officers." And it's not pretty. Scary frak'n shit. "But it also makes sense that probably most pilots DO NOT want to do what we do, so … I can't blame'm that. They are trained for other things."

Bennett's shooting is generally better with her dominant hand, instead of the double-hand grip she favoured initially. But the last shot exits the chamber with a noisy CLUNK that gums up the barrel, and she immediately locks the safety and pulls off her goggles. "Vipers, perhaps," she answers mildly, popping what remains of the magazine and setting about the task of dismantling the gun to fish out bits of frangible. "But a bus driver needs to be able to handle himself on the ground, with a gun in his hand, if things go south." Blue eyes flick to Lleufer, then back to her sidearm with its parts being arranged neatly at the table in front of her. "And not only in situations where we are shot down."

"Getting myself killed is one thing, getting others killed is just something else entirely, and I don't even have the real frame of reference to work forward from, and I'm sorry for that. It's different, because I'm on the other end of this coin. I don't take lives, my job is to try to help repair the damage that's done so that the life isn't taken," Sam takes the next moment to empty the magazine then carefully ejects it to confirm and reaches for the next one she was issued and snaps it into place, checks everything again. "See? Exactly," she nods firmly at Bennett. "Not just if you're on the ground after having either crashed or had to abandon your Raptor or that behemoth, the ah . . what did you guys call it? the Rhino?"

<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Failure.
<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Samtara rolls Firearms: Good Success.

The Major gets a nod out of Lleu, "I completely agree with every word of that. You have to hit the deck all the time, but vipers, not so much. So, it makes sense. I'm a fan of cross training but, convincing command on the other hand." Lleu shrugs, "Anyway, Sam, don't forget every time you shoot you also have to take apart your FA and clean it very well. You do that every darned day for the next few weeks and pretty soon you'll be able to do it with your eyes closed, if not in your sleep. And that could also save your life. You ever get ahold of anyone else's FA to use, you /always/ take it apart and clean it before you ever try to use it, if you have time. Or as soon as you can. So if it ever fails you, hopefully it'll be a bad round rather than user error." He gestures to what Bennett's having to do. Lley nods also to Samtara, "I know. But where you are going you have to get it through your head that some people may try to kill you to keep you from helping others. If they do that, you can't help anybody. So, you can't let'm. You get angry enough, seeing how … evil some people can be, you suddenly might not find it so hard."

<FS3> Lleufer rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Lleufer rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Lleufer rolls Firearms: Good Success.

"The rhino, yes," Bennett confirms with a dimpled smile, darting her gaze Samtara's way just for a moment. The last few bits of the rubbery round are fished out of the firing mechanism, and then all the pieces are slotted back into place again. Not quite as smoothly as she might the Five-seveN, but it's clear she's spent some time learning the Arpayan sidearm. A quick glance at the clock tells her it's almost time for her patrol, so she tugs off the goggles and earmuffs and collects the box of spare rounds to bring back to the front. "I will see you later, Major. Sergeant." A nod for each, followed by the crisp sound of her retreating footfalls on the deck.

Lleufer still has plenty of rounds to go through and magazines enough for him and Doctor Nadir to keep going a while. The MP Sergeant gives Bennett a nod, "Major." It could be, if Samtara were to look, that his gaze lingers on St. Clair as she walks out. It's a moment before he returns to their firearms practice.

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