AWD #034: Target Practice
Target Practice
Summary: Zachary gets in some target practice. Cassiopeia works on some target practice of her own.
Date: 10/02/2013 (OOC Date)
Related Logs: None
Zachary Cassie 
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.
10 February 2013

The first thing that will be noticed when one enters the firing range is that it's very dim in one of the areas. The lights are barely flickering on and off, and every once in a while there's the report of a pistol as Zachary is taking in some target practice with the flashlight attachment on the bottom of his pistol.

It's not often that Cassie cares to come here but her quals are due and she's woefully out of practice and in need of brushing up on her firearms use. The gear's checked out and brought with her as she goes to claim a lane for her use, the flickering light eventually drawing her to one next to Zach. He watched as she loads the magazine, not yet firing herself.

"Redeye." Zachary offers as he feels someone in the lane next to him. "Just practicing some shipboard firing exercises in case we ever have to handle a shipboard excursion." the DCAG offers as he reloads a pistol and pulls up a target for her, dimming the lights in her lane down as far as his go. The lights flicker on occassion, showing only a flash of metal in that red pulsating eye in the distance.

Cassie's never done low-light shooting before but she tries to take the dim illumination in stride, it getting a shrug from her and nothing more at the moment. "Alright, Zach. Let's see what you got." There's a bit of a smile as she looks sideways at the Major and then down lane to the target, the smile slipping from her face. The pistol's aimed at the red eye and then she waits for the go to shoot.

<COMBAT> Zachary attacks Centurion1 with Pistol and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cassie attacks Centurion2 with Pistol - Moderate wound to Right Leg.

Zachary shrugs, and aims, firing a few rounds towards the Centurion, but it's clear that he's not the best shot in the world as his rounds slam into the wall around the Centurion. Narrowing his eyes, the Raptor lead settles into place, frowning thoroughly. He can't be perfect at everything, but still. "I've been considering talking to TACCO about stowing a rifle on the Raptors, in case there's another shootdown over Piraeus. Those wolves nearly shook off our pistols."

Imagine Cassie's surprise when she actually hits the target, it getting her mouth to tic up in a bit of a smile that lingers for a second. The mention of the wolves get her to turn her head, the faux-Cylon forgotten for a second. "That a good idea. Too bad we don't have room for a rifle in the Vipers. Be nice to have in case we actually survive a crash." Her pistol is raised again and careful aim made. Breath in… out… squeeze. That's how it goes, yes?

<COMBAT> Zachary attacks Centurion1 with Pistol - Moderate wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Cassie attacks Centurion2 with Pistol - Moderate wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> Centurion1 has been KO'd!

"There you go, Cassiopeia. Nice shot, just remember to keep your rhythm." Zachary offers as he shoots her a brief smile. Resetting himself, Zach considers his own target, squeezes his eyes into narrow slits, aims and fires. There's a satisfying clunk of ammo to metal near the Centurion's head, and the scoreboard flashes.

Buzzkill - 1 — Redeye - 0

Wait, when did they start keeping score? Noone even bothered to lay down stakes on what the winner will collect from the loser, when he wins, of course.

"Are you frakking kidding me?" Whooops. Seems like someone has a bit of a competitive streak about her and falling behind does not settle well with her at all. Glaring openly at Zach, she grits her teeth hard enough to cause the muscles along her jaw to shift. "That's something you should never, ever spring on a woman," Cassie adds, her tone indignant. She eventually manages to calm herself down and, after a few deep breaths, she takes another shot.

<COMBAT> Zachary attacks Centurion3 with Pistol - Light wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Cassie attacks Centurion2 with Pistol and MISSES!

Zachary hears the righteous indignation spewing from the lane next to him and chuckles. "It's not me, I'm sure that there is someone that is enjoying this though." he offers as he settles a smile on her. "Perhaps I can cook you a dinner for you and that someone you told me about, if you pass me up." he says apologetically as he splashes yet another round off of the Centurion's armor, damaging the arm.

She's falling further and further behind, it disheartening her to no ends. Good thing she isn't really having to shoot at a Cylon otherwise she'd be so frakked. "I'd rather have some cupcakes, to be honest." Not that Cassie stands a chance of winning those, either. "Let's try again." One more time.

<COMBAT> Zachary attacks Centurion3 with Pistol - Light wound to Left Leg.
<COMBAT> Cassie attacks Centurion2 with Pistol and MISSES!

"Cupcakes?" Zachary shrugs. "Fair enough. I'll even let you pick the flavour." he comments, laying down his side of the wager as he strikes yet another target on the leg. She's still only down by one KO at the moment, though, his shots don't seem to be all that focused.

"So how have you been," comes a quiet question before another volley of gunfire's made with, Cassie lowering her pistol for a second when she asks that. "I mean… you know. You're holding up alright, yeah?" Zach's watched out of the corner of her eye, Cassie curious.

With them not shooting at the moment, Zachary gives a glance over. "I get that question a lot lately. It's getting a little annoying." he offers her a faint smile as he turns his attention back to the target. "I'm well. I have everything handled or delegated, though I am still looking for a more experienced pilot to help out with the Raptors since there seems to be a huge gap between me and Dub and the rest of them. I'm hoping to convince one of the Viper pilots to start to learn the Raptors and transfer over."

"Well, be annoyed then because I'm going to keep asking, Zach. I like you, you know?" The answer from Pie has her nodding slowly up until the point where he mentions his hope, that getting a thoughtful 'hmmm' to sound from Cassie. "If you don't find anyone willing to cross-train let me know. I'll be happy to step up." The only reason she's not outright volunteering is because she knows there are many more-experienced pilots on the Orion and she doesn't want to be improper by suggesting herself over anyone who might fight the role better.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but make sure you take care of yourself." Zachary responds quietly, casting that back to her and smiles faintly. "And I'll keep it under consideration - if I haven't heard anything in a few weeks, I may darken your bunk to talk to you about moving." There's a thin smile before he eyes the target and fires, queueing her to return to her own target practice.

Cassie nods slowly before turning back to her firearms training, everything else left to be considered later. "A couple more rounds and then perhaps we can call it a day? Got my poor bruised ego to think about, after all." Chuckling, she gets the targed sighted and she shoots.

<COMBAT> Zachary attacks Centurion3 with Pistol - Serious wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Cassie attacks Centurion2 with Pistol - Critical wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Centurion2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Centurion3 has been KO'd!

Buzzkill - 2 — Redeye - 1

"You can quit anytime you want, Cassiopeia." Zachary says to her, firing away as yet another target falls as he hits the center of mass. And then her shot illicits a low whistle of appreciation. "Niice."

"About time!" There's been enough shooting for Cassie today who is all but too happy to clear the pistol's chamber and take the magazine out. Yes, she's done but she's in no hurry to rush off and leave Zach alone. "Let me watch how you do it a bit and I'll try again tomorrow."

"Guess you really didn't want cupcakes after all." Zachary teases her as he continues his own target practice, apparently planning on shooting until his magazine is spent. It's catharic to him, helps him to relax - maybe not as much as baking, but this the greater need at the moment.

<COMBAT> Zachary attacks Centurion3 with Pistol - Moderate wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Centurion3 has been KO'd!

Cassie smirks. "I'll just find another way to sucker cupcakes out of you, sir." Stretching, she positions herself so she can watch without getting in the way. "You're good. Did you grow up shooting, Zach?" A pack of gum is pulled from a pocket and a piece is pulled free only to then be set aside for him. She then pulls one out for herself.

"To hear Ygraine tell it we're all born on Leonis with a pistol in one hand, and a stetson in the other. But no, just years and years of practice on the firing range." Zachary says, shifting his aim to the next target and starts to fire on it. "I grew up in a restaurant, watching my pops cook and helping out where I could - I remember helping clean the kitchen when I was five - by the time I was twelve, I was helping prepare meals and cookies."

<COMBAT> Zachary attacks Centurion4 with Pistol - Light wound to Chest.

Cassie waits for Zach's next round of firing upon the target before she speaks again, her eyes lingering on the object of his focus as she does. "I grew up with a pencil in my hand," she points out casually. "So I guess I was born to be an artist just it seems like you were born to cook."

"I suppose so." Zachary fires off the last of his shots, and brings up the lights to clear the chamber and reset everything. "..but for now, I suppose I should go tend to my paperwork and then come back later." he smiles. "I'll see you around, Cassiopeia." he offers to her, handing over his pistol to the master of the range and starts to wander off down the hallway.

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