AWD #082: Bleed Better
Bleed Better
Summary: Siska and Calanthia discuss shooting and Cylon nature.
Date: 29/03/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Siska Calanthia 
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.
AWD #82

It's always good to sharpen your shooting skills down at the range they say, and the S4 does like to keep his sights properly tuned. The stall near the entryway is his tonight, as he begins to settle in for a nice round of practice.

Some folks come for the target practice; others come to investigate the rumors. Indeed, targets at the range do bear the likeness of two members of Orion's crew. They remain posted at the discretion of the individual shooter, however. Whether or not it's on purpose or simply from apathy, Calanthia's spent target sheets comprise a few of the Cylon model mugshots.

Siska removed the pictures from his targets but made sure they are available for the next shooter when he leaves the stall. Not knowing exactly how long she has been here, Ron is made aware of her presence just now. "Evening," he greets in that soft tone of his. Getting a good view of her frame before moving to grab his pistol to slide in clip.

She hears his greeting, however, she doesn't rush to return it immediately. Instead, she continues to line up her shot. Sidearm held out, steady, taking aim downrange. "Hello," she offers in a tone best-described as businesslike. What follows are ten shots that she fires with a measured cadence. Purposefully, she attempts to simulate taking shots at a target while attempting to maintain her aim on-the-fly. Only after that does she eject the magazine and step back from the line to regard the visitor more carefully.

Siska lets her do her thing. The captain raises a brow when she shoots and nods. "Nicely placed," he offers. He steps into his lane and squeezes his first round. "Ron Siska." A pause and he adjusts his grip."S4." He says a little louder and two more shots leave his gun. All of them WAY off target.

"Thank you Sir. But…S4? As in Marine S4?" What her voice doesn't say, her eyes do. She turns them from the man to the target, verifying that those rounds are placed that poorly. "I very much hope you're sandbagging, trying to win a pack of cigarettes from me," Calanthia states.

Siska nods to her first question before squeezing the trigger to let three more fly out. Only one hits the target on its shoulder. Ron lowers hi gun and sighs. "My mind is not into it," he removes the clip from the gun and backtracks out. Hands over his waist as he looks down range. "Gods."

"That would be the problem then. It's a mind game. It's physics and aerodynamics. But it's also imagining that you're shooting at someone you hate with your entire being. You want to put every bullet you have right through their skull, or heart, whichever pleases you more. For instance, this target here," Calanthia says while holding up one of the Knox targets. "This looks nothing like an ex-boyfriend of mine. But, it looks more like him than the generic outline. So I run this target out there, and I pretend that I'm getting sweet revenge."

Siska pans over to the woman holding the mugshot and his lip turns up a tad. "Problem there." He points to Knox with his used clip and adds, "I do know that face and have been working with… it… for the past year." He shakes his head once more. "Can't shoot at someone I made an oath to honor." He looks at the gun in his hand, "Yet I wonder if that oath is still valid."

"Is this a war, or is this a marriage?" Calanthia shrugs her shoulders, either not knowing or not caring, but not seeming troubled by it in any way. "Honor it as far as you can throw it; when it stops being useful, then put it down." Problem solved, in her mind. Nice and neat, simple, but lacking in effusiveness. Cold as ice, this one.

Siska likes neat and ordelry, godsdammit! But this hidden skinjob issue has him off-kilter. "Marines dont dispose of honor that easily, ma'am." He says this lighly. He tosses the clip over the table.

She glances down the range one more time, and nods her head. "With shooting like that, I can see how that's the case." Calanthia lets that hang in the air, picking up another magazine loaded with rubber bullets, slams it home into her sidearms, and steps back to the line.

Siska tosses the gun on the table in his stall and just opts not to shoot with a troubled mind. His arms fold in front of his chest and takes in the view. "For as far as I remember, we were made to believe cylons were hollow cans, but now… they bleed just like we do." Cal ain't no shrink, but she is certainly making him squawk his mind off.

"Yes, they bleed just like we do. Some would say they bleed better than the billions of humans they killed, vaporized or worse by their attack. That seems fair. Though, it would be hard to infiltrate the Colonial military were they still chromed-out metal monsters. Made in man's image, is it really so surprising they became more human?" It's all uncharted waters for Calanthia as well.

Siska chuckles some. "I… I have not words to answer that." He lets his chuckle change to a genuine smile. "I guess you are right, no way they pass boot in those shinny tins." He watches her prep to shoot. "You with the Wing, right? I think I've seen your face around the flyers."

"Aye. It should be hard to forget a face like mine, or at least, that's what I've been told." The eyes, definitely. "Signed on halfway through this pleasure cruise. One part of me, the greedy part, is glad I did; another part of me has the guilt of the living."

Siska nods in empathy. "I feel similar. But I jumped in with a boost in rank in mind." He smirks a little more and says, "You are nice-looking, but I am certain your marks as a pilot is what folk remember most." He says this in a cordial manner.

"They remember them right up until the point you break formation and get into a furball, trying to evade and attack. At that point, your marks matter less than you'd think. At least, that's how I approach the situation. Make the knowledge part of yourself, then default to muscle memory and instinct." A tiny smile does play on her lips, however. "But yes, I am nice-looking."

Siska grins and nods once more. His hands dig into his trousers and the captain decides to let the girl get her time in the range without further distractions. "Have a great time here, good-looking." He winks to her and slowly walks out. His troubled mind a little more at ease for the moment.

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