bang bang shoot shoot

[nofortunateson]

Who| North and Tucker, later open to others
What| Range time
Where| The shooting range
When| After Resistance is Futile
Warnings/Notes| Firearms, Tucker-standard double entendere cautions


[Closed to Tucker]

After the adrenaline of the mission, North's ready to relax - which, more often than not, means going back to routine as much as he can, as soon as he can. Showing a sim trooper around his rifle is hardly routine, but range time is, and there is something easy and almost nostalgic around the low-pressure act of blowing through ammunition with absolutely nothing on the line but vague intentions to keep improving.

He's there ten minutes before they're due to meet, out of his armor, gear in a long case tucked under his arm. Just enough time to put out some targets and get set up, he imagines.


[Open]

Maybe there's something infectious in the more constructive (or at the very least highly non-competetive) range time with Tucker. North's still there as much as he ever was, keeping sharp, but he's more likely to strike up a conversation, rather than get in, do his practice, and move on to the next item on the daily training schedule. After about a week of this he even puts up a standing notice near the entrance, around the time of his usual afternoon practice, which advertises the time slot as Unranked Marksmanship League. Not that he's actually going to point it out to York, but maybe there's something to his whole 'not everything has to be a competition' theory.

Comments

unranked marksmanship

[brisance]

Carolina's beginning to get used to this place finally. Her training and classes help, even if there's the tiniest bit of frustration at feeling like she's behind the others in terms of where she’s at with her powers.

She can work on not being competitive but it still happens.

But North, she knows she’ll never compare - and so she feels no ire at matching up against him. She’s always been a close range fighter, and while the freelancers as a whole are better snipers than on average, she's still worlds away from North.

Which is what leads to this - Carolina in her kevlar (because of course she's still feeling paranoid) and hair back, setting her rifle down and flicking the safety on after emptying a mag. The spread is sloppy, even for her.

She looks at North, comparing his to hers. It’s still surreal to see him and Theta but…. she’s getting used to it. It's not a bad thing to have to get used to.

[lovernotafighter]

Tucker was on actually time, which just goes to show how serious he was taking this whole thing. Armor was gone in place civvies, something easy, nothing fancy, but easily the brightest thing on him was a broad smile that stretched ear to ear. He was going to get to play with a sniper rifle. No begging. No bargaining. No bitching. Just a gun he could slowly, carefully settle into his hands and squeeze until it fired. Bow chicka bow wow.

He couldn't wait to rub it in Church's face when they got home and found him after that distress call Dylan brought them. What's better than the Alpha AI refusing to let him touch that precious sniper rifle? A Freelancer who actually took the time to show him how to fucking use it. He'd be so pissed and Tucker would laugh and... it'd be like normal.

Fuck, he missed normal after all the weirdness here.

Tucker arrived when North was finishing up setting the targets, brown eyes glittering in excitement. "You're only putting them that far back? Come on; make it hard at least." Said the guy who fired a sniper rifle and shot Tex in the ass. Sure.

[calibrates_big_guns]

It feels damn good to have a rifle in his hands again.

Not that he doesn't appreciate his new bag of tricks, but they're not the old friend a sniper rifle is. They don't give the same satisfaction as seeing a moving target a klick away, and knowing he can hit it.

That certainty and the skill behind it is a point of justified pride. They took two decades of hard work to build, and at the risk of sounding conceited, there aren't many people who can do what he can do at long range.

The rifle he's picked out is a little awkward - unfamiliar and more tailored to human arms than turian ones. Using it though, that's as natural as breathing. The first shot is a little off center - not wide enough to miss, but not in the middle of the head like he'd hoped.

He takes a breath, adjusts, and hefts the rifle again.

The rest of the clip hammers into the target in a tight grouping - one after the other, right between the eyes.

open

[araignee_du_soir]

Put enough people in one place using longarms (spoiler: two will do it) and a spider will eventually show up. Whether it was word being spread around Legion World or an honest coincidence of being in the area of the firing range, Widowmaker joined those partaking in target practice. She didn't have her own rifle with her nor did she pick up any that were readily available. Instead, she simply leaned against the divider between the safe and unsafe zones at an open area, chin propped up on a hand, and watched.

She followed every shot, cataloging them with her own analysis. What rifle was used, the shooter's stance and firing motion. If not for the way her pale eyes keenly darted about, taking it all in, one might think she was bored with the lack of expression on her face.