AWD #111: Life on the Range
Life on the Range
Summary: Target practice on the firing range brings out a confession from Jason, and some general marksmanship.
Date: 27/04/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Jason Phin Tavin Yates 
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 #111

With ear protectors resting around her neck and eye protectors tucked into one pocket, Yates is tacking up a fresh sheet to take aim at. Half the bays are in use, though right now no one is firing in earnest as target papers are being changed and rounds are being replenished.

Phin is slated for firearms practice at this particular hour. He stops at the desk, handing his unloaded pistol over to the enlisted rating on duty. He's given some rubber bullets and protective gear, and with that Phin heads to a free lane. It neighbors Yates', as it happens. He offers her a nod and "Hey" in greeting, before getting down the business of loading his gun.

Having been present for a long while already, Jason's currently reloading his own firearm. He's checked out quite a few of the rubber bullets, and has a freshly changed target in place now, the one he's been shooting at before being almost shot to pieces. He has his ear protectors down at the moment, doing his reloading almost at autopilot. He's in the lane on the other sside of Phin from where Yates is. Expression a bit distant now.

"Hey," Yates offers in return. rolling her right shoulder slightly as she checks her pistol's clip, counts the remaining rounds before popping it back into place and slipping her eye protectors back into place as well. "I heard that there were pictures of one of the skin jobs to shoot at for a while. The model they're calling 'One', is that true?" she wonders.

Phin is sporting something almost resembling a tan, one might notice. Or at least, a shade more of one than the space-pale life aboard a battlestar encourages. "I heard something like that," he replies to Yates. His own target is the generic 'black paper outline of a head and torso.' "Only I heard somebody put up pictures of Redux and Cooper Knox." The idea of which makes him frown, though the expression is more sad than angry. "Anyway. Those're probably gone now. Doesn't matter anymore." He finishes loading up his rubber bullets, switching the safety off his weapon.

"Target's a target…" Jason comments from where he is now, putting the clip back inside as he shrugs a little bit. "Who cares how they look? You're supposed to shoot them, not admiring them." Eye protection in place once more, as he glances over to the others for a few moments.

Yates moves one shoulder in a shrug, "Hey, new kid here, no offense intended," she says with a mild shake of her head. "Just trying to get get a feel for the people that I'm working with, that's all. You guys have one hell of a ship and crew here. It's nice to work where there's food and medical care and real bunks instead of taking turns in where ever is left to sleep in between heading out again." SHe rolls that shoulder again, "Not admiring them, for what it's worth, I'm just asking."

Phin looks sidelong down the lanes to Jason. He shrugs noncommittally, and readies his gun. Adjusting his stance, like he's trying to remember the technically correct positioning. "None taken. It's…Whiplash, right?" He nods when she speaks of the ship. "Yeah. There's the odd asshole, but for the most part it's a good crew. Good people to fly with. Must be a change from Picon. Heard we're trying to fly more missions there, help them out, but sounds like conditions are still pretty harsh."

"At least they have a chance though," Yates says, her voice calm, because at this point calm is all that's left isn't there, at least for those who weren't on Gemenon when it was nuked. "Gemenon, Tauron, Virgon, the others?" she remarks, eyeing the target at the end of the firing lane. "News was sketchy at best, at first. We didn't know if any other colony was attacked, or if we were the only ones still in the fight. News was fluid, confusing, as much conjecture and wrong headed speculation as fine - tiny - grains of truth mixed in. Food is what you can eat, when you can eat it, often on the run. Canned goods are at a premium in some areas, if there's any left to be had. Some areas have more radiation than others, but the radiation hasn't destroyed the water table - planet wide. Thankfully. Small game animals were wiped out near the blast zones, that's as expected. But there's small patches of survivors everywhere, holding out as best they can, with what ever they have at hand to survive on, defend themselves with."

Jason listens a bit quietly now, his expression hardening a little at the mention of Virgon. "Yeah, you guys had the fighting chance. Good work, hav:listens a bit quietly now, his expression hardening a little at the mention of Virgon. "Yeah, you guys had the fighting chance. Good work, having taken it," he offers, a bit quietly. Glancing between the others now, he seems to be considering something for a long while.

<FS3> Phin rolls Firearms: Good Success.

Phin nods somberly when Gemenon, Virgon and the rest are mentioned, listening as Yates speaks of conditions on Picon. "I hope we can do our bit to help them survive. Them and the rest of the people still back on the colonies. I feel kind of guilty out here sometimes, in orbit over Piraeus. Like you said, it's better than most've got." He shrugs, firing off a shot. Bang! His aim's decent, square in the torso.

"I'm from Gemenon," Yates points out quietly, her words pitched in the lull between rounds fired. "I was," and she takes aim, at the tacked up picture at the end of the lane, "on vacation on Picon when the bombs dropped." She rolls her right shoulder briefly before firing off a shot as well. "I've been referred to another travel agent, however, from now on."

"Of course you have. But that other travel agent got you to do the flying for them too," Jason remarks, a bit lightly, before he shakes his head a little as he picks up his own pistol again, lifting it to take aim a bit quickly now. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. BLAM. Four shots ring out, before he lowers the weapon once more.

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

Phin offers Yates another nod when she mentions Gemenon. There's little he can say to that, though he does look sympathetic. "I came up on Scorpia," he says for his part. "Been off-world since I signed up for the Navy, though. I was stationed here when the Cylons attacked. On the Orion, that is. It was my first posting. All the pilots who'd been here for the first eighteen-month hitch talked about how boring it'd be." He smirks.

"I felt guilty at first to, I was so damned hungry when we got lifted here I could've gnawed on furniture, with or without pepper to add seasoning," Yates admits with a wry ghost of a grin. "But the way to help is to kick the frakking machines off of one colony after the other and get back to rebuilding our lives. That's helping," she says, firing off another couple of rounds as well, eyes narrowing.. "Boring? Heh. Maybe at first but sure as hell not now, I wager."

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

"When did you arrive on the Orion again?" Jason offers a bit quietly to Phin, offering the man a bit of a nod now. "From Virgon, myself. But then again, everyone knows that, right?" he comments with a bit of a shrug, as he looks back to his target. Firing off three more shots now, rather quickly.

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

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

Phin smiles slight at Yates. "Yeah. That's how I try to think of it. We've got a spot here that could be an actual sanctuary for people, and it's our duty to protect it. So there can be somewhere safe for those back on the colonies to get to, while we're trying to beat back the toasters." He fires off three shots in quick succession. Two wing the target's shoulder area, but he gets one pretty close to the center again.

"With the group lifted from Picon," Yates answers, narrowing her eyes /again/ at the target as three out of four hit, which is decent but not good enough in her opinion. "Yeah, it was all over those media mags," she reminds Jason with a sidelong grin. "I feel sort of like a jail bird, to be honest. Though I'll be damned if I understand, still, why they had us locked up anyway."

Jason looks to his target again, shaking his head a little bit now. "Not good enough…" he mutters, shaking his head very briefly. "Maybe they did it to frak with your minds, and with the ones of the rest of us afterwards?" Another brief pause as he grimaces. "Can I ask you guys a question?"

"You mean, other than that one, and the next one?" Yates asks, bouncing the rebuttal quick with a sidelong grin.

<FS3> Phin rolls Firearms: Great Success.

"You been flying with the Navy long?" Phin asks Yates. "Like I said, this is my first post. From flight school to this. Hell of a ride so far." He fires again. Boom! Headshot. He grins slight, though he doesn't look like he quite knows how he managed it. To Jason he says, "Shoot, Stand-Up. I mean, no pun intended."

"Yes, other than that one," Jason remarks to Yates, with a brief chuckle, before he raises an eyebrow at Phin. "What? I'm standing here with a loaded gun, and you tell me to shoot?" Sounding quite amused as he offers a grin, before his expression turns a bit serious. "Say you had a secret, that somone else deserved to know. But if you told that person, you could risk frakking up everything that's kept you sane… Well, relatively speaking, at least. What would you do?"

<FS3> Yates rolls Firearms: Good Success.

"Since university, actually," Yates says in answer with a nod to Phin. "I took a 'for kicks' ride along when some guys from the Navy where there scouting for recruits. I'd planned to be a engineer, actually have a degree in mechanical engineering," she explains with a shrug of one shoulder again. "Sweet shot," she says to Phin as she takes aim again and hits the target as well, looking markedly (puns intended) pleased by her marksmanship this time around. Jason's question earns a head-tilt before she answers, "There's only one question you really need to ask yourself. Who are you hurting when you share the secret - followed by what are you getting out of it by meddling?"

Phin considers that. He doesn't seem to know how to answer right away. "I think…" Another pause. "I think we've all got parts of ourselves we don't like very much. Stuff we figure'd make other people see us different, if we just wore it around for the worlds to see, y'know? Some stuff, I don't think is anybody else's business. What kind of secret is it? Yours or theirs, I guess is what I'm asking."

"Actually, there's two different, yet similar situations, really. Both of them are my secrets, I guess. But what I fear is what might happen to my friendships with these people if I tell them the secrets. Because I feel I need their friendships, and I'm afraid they will turn away if I tell them…" He shakes his head a little bit. "I guess it's one of those 'no right answer' questions."

"I need a nickel," Yates remarks as she lowers the gun and eyes Jason for a moment. "So, no one has a coin? Alright, the advice is free then. First, there is no truth, only the lies we tell each other, the lies we tell ourselves and the lies that we wish were truth. Secondly, you become what you are - not the other way around, as most think. If you lie, day in and day out, what you become is a liar, and the lies are what you will be known by, known for. Third, and here's the one that's going to be what keeps you up at night," she rubs one hand against her right shoulder as she speaks, "someone who really cares for you is going to understand your motivation for keeping secrets, what ever they are. Eventually. Only you, my young grasshopper, can decide what is best. You might want to start with some small attempts at not-lies and work your way up."

<FS3> Phin rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Phin rolls Firearms: Failure.

"I think if people are going to be assholes about something like that, they probably aren't worth your time," Phin says, a little stubbornly. "I mean, however we got here, we're all on the same plain, right? That's what should matter." Bang! Bang! First shot is decent, second misses the target clean. He winces. And nods a little along with what Yates says. "For what it's worth, man, I know I've got no right to judge you. I'd like to think nothing you could say would make much difference."

Nodding a little quietly, Jason listens to what's being said, letting out a bit of a sigh as he hears Phin's words. "Actually…" he begins, before he adds, "Remember that asteroid recon, when your Viper got blown up?" Speaking a bit quietly, before he looks to Yates. "Time to get one of those things resolved, then."

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

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Yates checks the clip again, eyes the target some more and takes another quartet of shots, once more 1/4 failure rate. "We're human, we're inclined to make snap judgements then, after the knee jerk reaction is over," her shoulder moves again in a shrug, "we re-engage our collective brains and try again." A sidelong glance is aimed at Cole, "Your viper got blown up? Man, talk about walking home too, there's a club - we have t-shirts."

"Pretty vividly," Phin says wry. "Thought I was done, until I came to in your Raptor. Thanks again for that, by the way." He sets his gun down, so he can turn to look more toward Jason. To Yates he shrugs, a little sheepishly. "It would've been a pretty bitch way to go. I think something in my controls got knocked around when I winged into an asteroid early in the mission. Just a bump, that didn't do me too bad, but when I took some Raider fire later, my controls went straight to shit. Cratered into a rock on the asteroid field. I ejected before it crashed, thank gods, and Stand-Up and his ECO grabbed me out of the black."

"Don't thank me until you've heard the rest of it," Jason replies, before he lets out a bit of a sigh.. "It's really I who should thank you, however hard that might be to believe…" A momentary grimace, before he adds, "After all, hadn't you crashed into that rock, Milkshake and…" A brief pause, before he tries again, "Milkshake and Centerfold would have had to pick up my ECO from floating around…"

Yates lowers her gun, ejects the clip to confirm that it's empty at this point and turns to look from Jason to Phin and back, a question evident on her face.

It takes Phin a second to get at what Jason means by that. His blue eyes widen. "…Oh…" That's all he can say for a beat. "Oh, frak. Look, Jason, I…" He shrugs. "Speaking personally, I'm really glad you didn't do that. And not just because you saved my ass from floating around into oblivion that day. Have you…I mean, you talked to anybody about this?"

Jason lets out a bit of a sigh, and he takes a few deep breaths again. "See, and this is the easy one of those two situations…" He goes silent again for a few moments, before he :lets out a bit of a sigh, and he takes a few deep breaths again. "See, and this is the easy one of those two situations…" He goes silent again for a few moments, before he nods, "Thanks. And I've talked with…" A brief pause, before he continues. "…With someone about it. And that really helped." A brief pause before he adds, "I no longer have such a wish, but if I have to sacrifice myself to keep you others, my friends, the only thing close to a family I have left, safe then I wouldn't hesitate doing so."

As Jason explains what he means with his revelation, Yates plays the part of the non-intruding non-talking non-interjecting non-psycho-babble stand in. But it does make her look at Jason in a new light.

"Worse ways to go," Phin agrees, about the sacrifice part. "Not until the toasters and the gods call up your number, though. I have to eject again, I'm going to need a ride. OK?" He definitely looks taken aback, and as if he's processing all this in his head. "We need you out there, man. Lost too many good sticks. And good friends."

"I know…" Jason replies, after a few brief moments of pause. "Too many lost…" A brief pause, before he adds, "And I'm working on trying to get myself back together. So I guess this was an important step." Looking between the two for a few moments, before he adds, "Sorry to bring everyone down…"

"We all have to die of something," Yates says after a quiet - somewhat awkward - moment. "But try not to check out, voluntarily, ahead of time. And," she removes the empty clip, eyeing Jason still, "this isn't a movie. You don't get to exit, stage left, and just call the credits to roll because you're done. You're not done, none of us are. So don't go forgetting that."

"No worries, man. Frankly, I think anybody who can be all sunshine and roses all the time, given how things are now…they're the ones who really need to have their heads examined. Y'know?" Phin shrugs. "If you ever want to, like, talk or whatever…I mean, I'm probably not the best at, like, feelings and stuff. But I like to think I'm hard to freak out. I'm not thrilled with the state of my own head a lot of the time. It's still attached though, so, got that going for me."

"I know it isn't a frakking movie," Jason replies a bit hotly as he hears Yates. "It's the final credits, with the stress on 'final'." A brief shrug, before he adds, "I just didn't see the point of anything, then." Nodding a bit as he hears Phin's words, he offers a brief smile. "You're a good friend. You both are."

"A clean and orderly living space is the sign of a dangerously disturbed mind," Yates interjects as she hands the empty clip over and accepts a new one in exchange, popping it into the gun and checking the loaner over before she eyes the target again. She takes the heated tone of voice in stride, not appearing rattled by Jason's heated tone of voice.

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

Phin lets out a "Heh" at Yates' comment. "You make me think I should go back and mess up my bunk. Before I freak people out." He picks up his gun again, emptying his clip into the target. He gets another chest shot, and another clean miss. Mix of good and bad. A shrug in Jason's direction. "Not sure about the good part sometimes, but I do my best. All anybody can."

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

Jason nods, "All anybody can," he agrees, letting out a bit of a breath, before he lifts his weapon again, firing off the last few shots in the clip. Actually doing rather good this time. "Then it's only for the hard decisions…" he mutters to himself.

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

"There's some logic in that," Yates says with a sudden grin aimed at Phin as she waits for Jason to take his shots before firing again. "There's more secrets than that one that you need to work your way up to?" she wonders at Jason with a sidelong look. She hits with all four of her rounds, does a small - not so cool - victory dance in miniature.

"Nice," Phin says, admiring Yates' marksmanship. And chuckling at her victory dance. "I need to spend more time down here. I try to keep my skills up, but I've never been in a live firefight with the enemy."

"Believe it or not, this was the easy one," Jason replies, with a bit of a sigh. "I still need to think a bit about the other one. And since it has to do with someone not here in this room, I don't want… that person to find out through any others." Grinning a bit as he sees the victory dance.

<FS3> Yates rolls Dancing: Success.

Yates's little victory dance includes a brief hip wiggle, spinning around - the gun aimed nice and safely at the floor the entire time, safety engaged as well, she's happy - not daft. "Now THAT is more like it," she says once she's done. "I only had six rounds in the clip when we got shot down over Picon. I've been in a losing shoot out with the tin cans and I'm not going to go down without a fight ever again, that's for sure. I don't handle being locked up very well, it tends to piss me off," she admits.

Phin watches Yates victory dance with a grin. And repeats, "Nice." He tries not to stare, but he's an appreciative audience. More seriously, to Jason, he nods. "I'm not one to pry, man. But good luck with…whoever it is you've got to have your heart-to-heart with."

"Thanks," Jason replies, a bit quietly, before he nods a little now. "I'm going to need it. Not as much for the actual talk, but for the decision about the when and the how and such…"

Yates gives Phin a wink that's all amusement and easy banter between pilots as she turns back to Jason, "There is no perfect time," she advises Jason. "So you have to make the time perfect, not the other way around."

Phin returns the wink. And then blushes, which probably wrecks whatever effect he was going for. He starts taking his gun apart, checking the chamber. Yep, empty. "She's right. You try and find the perfect moment, you'll just keep finding reasons to put it off. Just do it quick. Like ripping off a bandaid. It's going to hurt, might as well get it over with."

"Maybe so," Jason replies, before he adds, "Or maybe the way I've already been planning is the best. I don't know yet. I'll have to be sure it will not ruin the friendship already in place, because the person is one of my best friends, and I wouldn't want to lose that…"

"Only you can weigh the pros and cons then," Yates suggests as she sees the blush that accompanies Phin's return wink; whether it ruins the effect he was going for or not is moot, she grins all the same as she speaks. "The question remains; who are you going to hurt. This person or yourself? What are you gaining out of it? If it's something you need this other person to forgive you for, you don't actually have the right to ask for that. If you've done something to hurt this person, through a lie or inaction or.. action you shouldn't have taken .. saying you're sorry and begging for forgiveness is all about you. Not this other person. So.. don't do the selfish thing."

"Good luck, man," Phin says simply to Jason, and not without sympathy. "Can't know how people're going to sit with stuff until you're straight with them, though."

Tavin arrives from the Aft Corridor.

"Thanks…" Jason replies, before he adds, "And it's a hard thing, since it involves stuff that I've been trying to shut out for years…." Letting out a bit of a sigh, he looks between the others now. "I'll figure it out, though. @emit "Thanks…" Jason replies, before he adds, "And it's a hard thing, since it involves stuff that I've been trying to shut out for years…." Letting out a bit of a sigh, he looks between the others now. "I'll figure it out, though. Thanks for your help."

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

<FS3> Yates rolls Dancing: Good Success.

"Well, I hear nice things about repression therapy," comes Yates's reply, her words spoken in a drawl that is rather briefly pointed as she lines up and fires four well aimed rounds again. She hits three out of four in the inner rin, one on the edge, earning a not quiet whoop of glee from her in return. She flips the safety on and indulges in another round of triumphant dancing in a slow circle in her firing booth, "Hah, nothing but net."

Suddenly, while Yates is twirling, there's a light tap on her shoulder. Leaning against the wall of her shooting lane, Tavin managed to sneak in behind the others while they were shooting and chatting and the Viper stick grins broadly, his pistol still holstered. "..may I have this dance, darling?" he teases her playfully.

Phin smirks at Yates' comment about repression therapy. He has no comment on the subject. He's is in a lane neighboring hers, wearing ear and eye protection, though he's presently got his gun semi-taken apart. He's out of bullets. "Maybe I'll get another clip. I got in a few decent shots, but I'm not anywhere near consistent." He grins at Yates' victory dancing, chuckling. Then takes his gun over to the rating manning the desk. To get some more rubber bullets.

Sneak that he may be, Yates continues that little victory dance around and drags Tavin with her in a impromptu dance that doesn't at all resemble a waltz of any kind ever done. "Four in a row, my success rate is higher with a pistol than it is with missiles," she explains with a slow shake of her head. "I'm going to start 'rolling down' the window and firing a handgun at the raiders," she suggests with a laugh. "We all need to work on our weapons skills," she adds with a grin aimed over Tavin's shoulder at Phin. "better to have the time to work on our skills than not have the time and need it."

As he's grabbed and danced with, Tavin laughs and kisses Claire for a moment. "That's great hon. Now ya just need to learn to breathe at decompression." he says with a laugh as he hugs her close for a moment then lets her go to step back. "Hey Dolly. Stand-Up." There's a little blush at the admitted PDA with his fellow ginger.

Jason just listens again for now, looking back to his clip as he works on getting it loaded again. Offering a brief smile at Yates and Tavin, before he looks back to the pistol. "Hey," he greets Tavin, speaking a bit lightly now.

Phin averts his eyes some at the PDA. He offers Tavin a, "Hey, Throwback" as he takes his position in his lane again. To Yates words, he nods. "Yeah. Like I was saying before, never been in a firefight outside a Viper before. Done some war games and exercises and stuff, but that doesn't really compare. I don't figure the Cylons are going to stop providing opportunities though, so. Better try and be ready." He reloads. He's comfortable enough with the technical handling of the gun, at least.

"Details, Details," Yates remarks i return, giving Tavin a light nudge with her elbow as she moves back to where she was standing, though now sharing the firing booth with Tavin instead of standing alone in it. "That's what a flight suit is for, it's all about being properly suited up, in fact," she decides. "Join the war against the Cylon's," she quips, "career opportunities provided, unique training environments, and a never ending creative supply of ways to attempt to avoid dying. See the universe," she adds, brief flash of a grin, "would you like to know more? See your friendly local Navy recruitment officer."

"You'd make a hell of a Navy pinup, Claire." Tavin says. He's not firing, he's just an observer in the booth at the moment as he smirks and nods. "Claire here has shot a Cylon in the face. And well, I ain't been in one of those firefights yet myself either. I figure if I wanted to be that, I'd be a Marine."

"Probably a bit more important for us in Raptors, since we spend some time down on the ground, waiting for the Marines to get back to the Raptors. Although it might be useful for you guys as well," Jason points out, with a bit of a grin as he finally finishes he reloading. Firing off a few more shots now.

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

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

"Feel like kind of an ass admitting it now, but one of the reasons I didn't enlist in the Corps when my brother did was so I wouldn't end up hip-deep in mud somewhere," Phin says. "Though, when I think on it now, what we do isn't much different when you strip it down. Go out, shoot as many toasters as we can. We just fly more complicated guns." He nods to Jason. "Janitor and Storm're both acer jocks than me, and they've both ended up on the ground in nasty terrain. I'm not counting out the possibility." He fires off two quick shots. One in the chest, one…nowhere near the target. Which squares with the inconsistency of his practice so far.

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

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

Yates taps Tavin with her elbow, points to his ear protectors before she slips hers back into place long enough for Jason to take his shots, then Phin before she takes hers. She manages, this time, not to indulge in that victory dance, chiefly because there isn't a lot of room to be dancing about in, and she holds her remarks until after Tavin fires his shots. "He exaggerates slightly," she says after pulling off her ear protectors again. "I shot the machines in the forward facing portion of the chassis, and that's being kind. The rounds pinged off of the damned things, half of them did at any rate. And getting clocked on the back of the head with a metal forearm is a straight ticket to concussion land."

Slipping on the ear protectors, Tavin just has to try to outshoot Yates, and when he does he sets down the pistol and does a victory.. wibble.

<FS3> Tavin rolls Dancing: Success.

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

Phin can't help but laugh at the interplay, and dancing, in Yates and Tavin's lane. "Yeah. Hoping to avoid the metal forearms anywhere. But, Navy man's always prepared. Or something." Bang! Bang! Bang! Mediocre shoulder shot. Miss. Another in the chest. At least he's hitting the thing more than half the time.

Jason just listens to what's being said now, concentrating on firing off his shots. Expression a bit distant again, as he pulls the trigger. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

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

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

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

"Flying much better guns, I like the way you phrased that," Yates says with a nod toward Phin as Tavin's shots rival hers and his little dance makes her grin. She's a competitive thing, though, always has been, and when he's done dancing - or wibbling - she takes aim again once more. Trying to out-shoot Tavin at this point and steps aside so he can line up and fire his rounds.

Tavin and Yates seem to be doing the game of one-ups as he steps up to the line and he starts his own shooting as he concentrates, playing follow the leader with her, and then adds one more, just to see how far they can go. "…we didn't have cats, we had to shoot rats." he says with a wink at Yates as he wibbles again. "Six on you, Claire."

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

Phin lets out a low whistle as he watches Tavin and Yates' firearms work. "Nice," is all he says, but it's admiring. He adjusts his stance, and then pops off several more rounds. One is another unimpressive miss, but the rest hit the target. Including a heatshot at the end. He tries to freeze in position, as if that would help him mentally process how he managed that. He's less competitive, more observant. Like he can copy how they shoot to improve his game.

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

Yates gives a sharp whistle at Phin as he makes that perfect head shot, "Good on you!" she calls to Phin, her voice raised to speak past the ear protectors and the funny echo of sound after the rounds are fired. "Only six?" she says as she takes aim once more herself and pins four more shots within the inner ring, not trying for the hat trick . . tempting as it is.

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

"Just six." Tavin says back as he fires off another cluster of rounds, the two gingers seeming to draw strength from being together in the same shooting block as he fires and then moves to change his magazines.

Phin empties his clip into his target. The shooting is workmanlike, but it mostly hits, and he doesn't embarrass himself. "I think I'll quit while I'm ahead. See you guys later." And with that, he exits the range. Checking his equipment back into the rating on duty and signing out before he leaves.

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