ShotJon
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ON! - 4th Fleet HQ
Lisa Simmons was in a hurry. She had a good news. Some really, really good news. Her slender feet moved fast, one moving before the others through 4th Headquarters. Soon she was back in the barracks, where the Minutemen laid down. Her eyes quickly sought out corporal Henry Morris. When she spotted him she ran to him, kicking into the bed he was laying on to get his attention.
"Oi Corporal," She greeted him. "I got great news!" The Corporal in question was lying on his bed dressed in a tracksuit and t-shirt. His face was under a book he'd picked up and never quite bothered to put down. He tipped the book upwards to look at Lisa and gave her an upwards nod, pushing the book over his forehead and letting it slide backwards into the pillow behind him, looking like a hat. He was all ears.
"Hear what," Lisa continued as he gave her a nod. "I got us a time on the HQ firing range. With all the toys and whatnot. The WO that handles us did not like it too much, but I told him that we marines need downtime after all that shit that happened and if we won't get then who knows what bunch of bored marines can do. Anyway we can go there and go all out. Cavaliers can come too!"
He leaned up and the book fell off of his pillow and down into his bedding. "Smart thinking. Who knows what a bunch of bored, stressed out marines would do without stimulation?" He smiled weakly and looked over to the uniform folded on his dresser that had been burnt during the Dauntless evacuation. He sighed lightly and looked back to Lisa. "Let's do it."
"Get into uniform then! I will have Drei message everyone." Lisa gave the corporal a smile. "Might get blood flowing for the evening and what no. Oh and could you send a message to sarge Volkov?"
He got off the bed and opened his dresser. Since he was waiting for a new set of uniforms after his supply had burnt and spaced on the Dauntless, all he had for now was a tan shirt with a Marine's jacket. A sort of varsity item for long-serving marines. He donned the shirt and jacket and buttoned it up. Everything else that wasn't uniform related was safe in this room here at the headquarters. He picked up his Datapad and started sending Volkov a message.
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The 4th Fleet HQ firing range was a thing to behold. Not too far from the famous Fun House. The range was whole under ground as an attempt on security by nepleslians. Only people in danger would be the one shooting down under. The range was build for training at medium ranges, its lanes being only about 300 meters long. Good enough to train precision shooting, far enough to fire a bazooka and be fairly safe from the outcome.
The Range master was a surprisingly small guy. Short, slim with fashionable ginger moustache. The man sporting rank of corporal looked at Henry and Lisa with a slight scorn.
"I am Corporal Dewon Wilson. Try to not destroy my range or shoot your brains out. Guns are on the tables, ammo is in the boxes. Knock yourself out," he said and walked away into his little boot.
"Yes sir. Rest assured we know which end the bullets come out of." Henry replied in jest before grabbing some ear protection and shooter's glasses. After donning the glasses, he walked over to the weaponry on the table and inspected the goods.
"If i had a DA each time I heard that I would buy myself a moon," the range master simply replied and close his little shack.
Lisa moved to one of the tables covered with rifles, pistols, shotgun, sub-machine guns, grenades and other very nepleslian ordnance. There were couple of seized Impalers too and most of the Origin stuff. Two HPAR's and an LPA were also easy to notice, though why were they in range made for personal weaponry was a good question. Henry whistled at the sheer variety of the weapons on hand.
"Well now we just need to wait for the rest of the blokes." Lisa commented the situation. Henry nodded.
Lisa Simmons was in a hurry. She had a good news. Some really, really good news. Her slender feet moved fast, one moving before the others through 4th Headquarters. Soon she was back in the barracks, where the Minutemen laid down. Her eyes quickly sought out corporal Henry Morris. When she spotted him she ran to him, kicking into the bed he was laying on to get his attention.
"Oi Corporal," She greeted him. "I got great news!" The Corporal in question was lying on his bed dressed in a tracksuit and t-shirt. His face was under a book he'd picked up and never quite bothered to put down. He tipped the book upwards to look at Lisa and gave her an upwards nod, pushing the book over his forehead and letting it slide backwards into the pillow behind him, looking like a hat. He was all ears.
"Hear what," Lisa continued as he gave her a nod. "I got us a time on the HQ firing range. With all the toys and whatnot. The WO that handles us did not like it too much, but I told him that we marines need downtime after all that shit that happened and if we won't get then who knows what bunch of bored marines can do. Anyway we can go there and go all out. Cavaliers can come too!"
He leaned up and the book fell off of his pillow and down into his bedding. "Smart thinking. Who knows what a bunch of bored, stressed out marines would do without stimulation?" He smiled weakly and looked over to the uniform folded on his dresser that had been burnt during the Dauntless evacuation. He sighed lightly and looked back to Lisa. "Let's do it."
"Get into uniform then! I will have Drei message everyone." Lisa gave the corporal a smile. "Might get blood flowing for the evening and what no. Oh and could you send a message to sarge Volkov?"
He got off the bed and opened his dresser. Since he was waiting for a new set of uniforms after his supply had burnt and spaced on the Dauntless, all he had for now was a tan shirt with a Marine's jacket. A sort of varsity item for long-serving marines. He donned the shirt and jacket and buttoned it up. Everything else that wasn't uniform related was safe in this room here at the headquarters. He picked up his Datapad and started sending Volkov a message.
Code:
TO: SGT. Volkov, Phaedra
CC: SQD Minutemen; SQD Cavaliers
FR: CPL. Morris, Henry
MSG: Henry here. Simmons managed to get the Minutemen and Cavaliers some time on the range to unwind. Bring the whole team along - apparently we've got the the arsenal at our fingertips.
Cheers,
-H
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The 4th Fleet HQ firing range was a thing to behold. Not too far from the famous Fun House. The range was whole under ground as an attempt on security by nepleslians. Only people in danger would be the one shooting down under. The range was build for training at medium ranges, its lanes being only about 300 meters long. Good enough to train precision shooting, far enough to fire a bazooka and be fairly safe from the outcome.
The Range master was a surprisingly small guy. Short, slim with fashionable ginger moustache. The man sporting rank of corporal looked at Henry and Lisa with a slight scorn.
"I am Corporal Dewon Wilson. Try to not destroy my range or shoot your brains out. Guns are on the tables, ammo is in the boxes. Knock yourself out," he said and walked away into his little boot.
"Yes sir. Rest assured we know which end the bullets come out of." Henry replied in jest before grabbing some ear protection and shooter's glasses. After donning the glasses, he walked over to the weaponry on the table and inspected the goods.
"If i had a DA each time I heard that I would buy myself a moon," the range master simply replied and close his little shack.
Lisa moved to one of the tables covered with rifles, pistols, shotgun, sub-machine guns, grenades and other very nepleslian ordnance. There were couple of seized Impalers too and most of the Origin stuff. Two HPAR's and an LPA were also easy to notice, though why were they in range made for personal weaponry was a good question. Henry whistled at the sheer variety of the weapons on hand.
"Well now we just need to wait for the rest of the blokes." Lisa commented the situation. Henry nodded.