AWD #385: Shot in the Dark
Shot in the Dark
Summary: Dreyer has a rough moment on the range in the marine firing contest.
Date: 11/07/2016 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Amos Dreyer 
Firing Range
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.
Thu Jan 26 2006 (AWD #385)

The MP Sergeant has been back aboard the Orion for mere hours. His duffel on his bunk and he off to the firing range. After a month at Crandall aiding in running Marines fresh out of what passes for boot through training exercises, the Battlestar seems almost foreign again. Crowded corridors. No breeze. No sun nor stars just a glance out a window or overhead. It's stifling and he's just reported in for duty, so it's not like Anton can just nip down to Piraeus.

Plus, it'd only extend the strangeness.

So he's in the firing range, which is dimmed to a low setting. Something one might find in the time just before dawn. Too bright for NVGs, but still a tricky enviro for shooting. His mufflers are down around his neck as he goes over the rifle he's checked out. A box of range ammo sits near at hand, but he's not loading the gun just yet. Rather, Dreyer is methodically going through the paces of disassembly and reassembly as if it were a meditative technique.

Maybe it is.

It's not just the enlisted that need to keep their certs up, and so Amos is taking advantage of half an hour's break to get a bit of practice ready for his test. Checking out a pistol he notes the form of the Sergent in the gloom and heads for a neighbouring lane. Once ID is confirmed he greets the returnee with a nod before setting to sortinghis own weapon and ppe.

Without the ear protection on, Dreyer is more readily aware of other people in the room. It's big, but at this hour it's far, far from crowded. He says nothing initially, but finishes snapping the last few parts into place and drawing the rifle up against his shoulder and sighting down the range. Satisfied, Anton sets it down and steps back. Hands go to his pockets. He's in fatigues, but they're broken in enough that they're likely no longer field wear. Just something comfortable when off-duty, but not fully 'dressed down.'

"Sir." There's a beat, to await the Captain's attention. Once he has it, he continues. "Just got back aboard, but heard something about a marksmanship contest?"

Amos finishes checking his weapon, then sets it down on the small shelf. "The scuttlebutt is working well I see," he replies with a warm smile. "Yes, we've been challenged by the 1/8th, our best against their's." He eyew the rifle a moment then adds "it's pistols I'm afraid, but you can borrow mine if you want. Three shots, make them count."

There's a glance to the rifle and Dreyer does make a show of sighing. "Well that's just not fair. You can't ask for the best and then cripple the lot." The man is, however, grinning. He shrugs, elbows winging out a bit. "Three shots?" A step over towards the Captain's lane and a glance to the sidearm. "Well, if I have the opportunity to put the 1/8th in their cups within three shots, I'd better take it, yeah?"

He cants his head towards the gun and pulls hands from pockets. No further move than that. "May I? What's the target distance?"

With an apparent afirmative from Dreyer, Amos steps back to give the MP the lane. "Go ahead. She's not yet loaded." There is however a small box of ammo on the shelf next to it. "Mid range," he then replies to the question, "25 metres, standard lighting conditions." That said he remembers they're currently set to dark, and moves to fix that.

"Guess I ought to be grateful they didn't opt for NVGs-required." Because no one really wants to use those unless they have to. Dreyer checks the pistol over (out of habit more than anything) before loading it. Safety on, its set within reach as he gets the target out to the proper distance. He waits for the lighting to be adjusted and his own eyes to adjust before pulling on the mufflers and picking up the pistol. There's a glance to give Amos ample time to get situated before the man turns back to the fore. He takes just a moment to get himself setup before disabling the safety and taking his shot.

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

"And that we're inside," Amos notes as he returns, "none of that pesky weather getting in the way." With Dreyer about ready he lifts his own ear defenders into place, then his safety specs, before finally giving the MP a thumbs up to indicate that he's ready to observe.

"Damn that weather, sir." Dreyer smirks, briefly, before settling in for the rounds. Three shots. Just a brief pause between each. The first, good. The second? Well, the gun kicks in a way that he wasn't quite ready for. Enough that the rubberized round hits the rear wall. Anton curses under his breath out of frustration and lowers the weapon to check it over. Whether it's his fault or the gun's, he doesn't say. He just lifts it again, sights down the way, and fires. The third shot? Might make up for the second. Maybe. It's definitely better than the first. Safety back on, magazine popped, and he steps back and pulls off his ear protection as he hits the button to reel the target in. "Maybe don't tell them about that second one, sir? Maybe don't tell anyone, actually."

He's allowed to be at least a bit embarrassed.

Amos makes no comment as Dreyer misses and then recentres himself, just lets the other man sort himself and get on with it. As the target starts to approach he pulls his own ear defenders down again and retrieves a small notebook from the brest pocket of his greens. Eyeing the holes he makes a quick note, then replies "a total of five there. Don't be too downhearted though sergeant, it's the best score submitted yet." As for the miss, well, he eyes the target again, then suggests, "how aboit you just tell everyone you put the second bullet straight through the hole left by the first?"

The best score submitted yet? Dreyer's brows arch. Surprised, it'd seem. But not enough to question it. Oh, no. After the miss, his ego needs a bit of fluffing. The target is unclipped and set aside as he reaches for another to put in place for the Captain. Best be polite for having used the original, after all. "Not a bad plan there, sir. That's why they pay you the big bucks, eh?" A bit of a smirk and he's grabbing his target, folding it neatly. Hey, if it's the best score yet, maybe he can frame it later.

Sidling back to his lane and the rifle, however, Anton lingers on his heels. "Sir? I've been a bit out of the loop for a few weeks. I miss anything important?"

Amos rechecks the pistol now it's back in his possession then smiles back to Dreyer, "I wouldn't exactly call a captain's salary big bucks," especially since war day, "but I like to think it's the kind of low cunning that has held me in good sted during my career " As for anything important he considers for a moment then reploes "we had a bit of a tough scrape on Caprica, lost a raptor and crew due to pilot error. Oh, and there's something you can do to kee you busy now you you're back, medical eant to talk to some of the collaborators we're holding on Piraeus. I trust I can leave liasing with the CMO to you?"
Amos has disconnected.

"Hey, I'm risking my rep just complimenting you." He's off-duty and tends to be a touch mouthy as it is. Not in the bad way. Just in the 'doesn't know when to stop' sort of way. Marine banter is marine banter. Just don't leave him around the naval types too long. Dreyer checks his rifle again as he listens and starts loading it. Amos mentions the collaborators and Anton's features pull in a slight grimace. He doesn't decline, however. And it's at least marginally better than 'stand and guard this hallway for no discernable reason.'

"I can do that, sir. I'll touch base with the CMO once I'm on duty and see how she wants to handle it." And then it's back on with the ear protection as he gets to his practice with the rifle. When done, everything is checked in and he heads out - 'best score so far' target tucked into a pocket.

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