Deuce looked back and forth over the gun before he set it on the table and tried to examine something on the gun. It seemed that he was fully absorbed by the oddity on the weapon. The thing he was staring at was a symbol and wirting on the weapon. It read. "Wyatt, Deuce. Delta Ranger Special Operative. 5th Divsion". He set the gun down and spoke in a sad voice. "They took this gun from my personal locker back at the Ranger base..."
((Don't know how big it is so some one tell me how big it is..take it is small ??))
"So now that im small i can't have a big gun?!"She shot out to the person who told her what she got.She was angry,she was much stronger then most guys here,even though her body looked little.She hated being juged,when they don't know how strong she is.She waited for him to responed.
Originally posted by _Rare_Fox_
((Don't know how big it is so some one tell me how big it is..take it is small ??))
Greg smiled with his arms crossed as they talked their equipment over. He ignored any comments made to him as well as any questions as he walked up to the second door in the room. "Alright, Lunar Eclipse Squad 1, follow me and bring your guns. We will walk further into the base now, to somewhere you have not been aligable to enter earlier. Stay close to me, and do NOT enter any of the rooms we pass. You might get shot!" He said as he opened the door and stood in the door way. "On me!" He said, walking down a long hallway. All along the way there were doors, which said different kind of things. 'Communication', 'Research', 'Computer', 'Gym', 'Dining Room', 'Libary', 'Containment Area' was only a few out of all the doors that they passed as they walked down the hallway. He stopped by a door that it said 'Shooting' on top of.
"The training of the evening is simple. Target practising. Walk into the room and stop by the desk that has your name on it. That desk will contain ammo to your gun. Further instructions will be given once you have prepared yourself" He said and walked inside the room.
The room was huge. The desks were only a little part of what seemed like it was Colloseum size. It had different levels of different kind of target practising. It had shooting-ranges. Many and in all kind of sizes. On the walls hung guns of all kind, and there was crates everywhere. "Do not touch anything but your own stuff. Not even a fellow squad member" He said, stopping in front of the desks with his arms crossed.
Amir had been patiently waiting for supplementary directions, seemingly content with his given weapon. The field commander strolled over to another door located in the briefing room, Amir's eyes followed Greg as he did such. What he had to say seemed interesting, a place that hadn't been aloud to be in previous; furthermore, his warning seemed reasonable, "No reason to get shot up just yet", Amir had been thinking.
The Major moved forward on his command, treading down the passageway. He observed several different doors, the one labeled 'Research' interested him the most, he'd wondered what kind of "research" went on in there given Apple's prior knowledge of the team, and photographs of each individual before they'd even arrived. Eventually, they came to a halt. Amir's guess that he'd taken in response to Hazel's question was apparently correct, as the door had been titled 'Shooting'. "Ah, firing drill...".
It seemed he'd hit the nail on the head, target practice, as Apple noted was about to commence. Once Apple had finished his words, Amir stepped into the room, and headed towards the desk marked with his own moniker. The desk revealed ammunitions for his M16, a magazine fully loaded (assumably). Placing the magazine into its proper slot, Amir scratched his foot with the barrel of his gun to appease his own sense of humor.
Taking note of all the different things in the general area, he listened to Apple's orders, and didn't touch a thing - though he'd certainly like to considering all the equipment.
Originally posted by _Rare_Fox_
((why does she have a little gun 🙁 ?))
[Your character profile did not specify anything about a weapon. Therefore, I went by Greg's personality and picked the gun he would have chose for you. You are free to complain to him IC and he will probably give you another gun.]
Royce entered the room. He took a look around, observing the large room. It was amazing how much stuff these people had, and how large this building really was, wherever it was. He took a look around, looking at his desk, where his name was. There it was, his gun. M2 Browning machine gun. He smiled, admireing it where it laid. Carefully he picked it up, forced to lift with both hands. While loaded, this gun was one heavy piece of equipment. The ammo was already inserted in it, and he nodded to Greg
"Checked up and good to go, sir!"
Alice had just completed her preparation when Greg walked up to a shooting range field. "ALRIGHT! LISTEN UP, CRITTERS!" He shouted, hoping to obtain everyones interest. For their own good, that was. "THIS IS THE EASIEST TRAINING SESSION YOU WILL HAVE. NUMBER 3 OUT OF 5 SESSIONS! EVERYONE MOUNT UP BY THE SHOOTING RANGE! IT IS 40 METER FROM DEPLOYMENT POSITION TO TARGETS! THE TARGET IS A SLIGHTLY MOVING DUMMY THAT MOVES IN A 2 METER AREA! THERE IS ONE DUMMY FOR EACH MEMBER! YOU SHALL EMPTY 2 CLIPS OF AMMO! I EXPECT" He paused, looking at a piece of paper "45% ACCURACY! IN POSITION, AND GO! TAKE YOUR TIME! THIS SESSION DOES NOT HAVE A TIME LIMIT! BUT IF YOU FAIL, YOU ARE OUT!"
He paused, grinning at the pack. "Oh... Did I forget to tell you that the weather forecast said rain?" He grinned wickedly as the water sprinklers in the roof activated and water flooded down just like a stormy rainy day. "With rain, comes power issues" He said, as the lights in the room started to flicker. Light, dark, light, dark and it shifted every 5 seconds, keeping it dark for 3 seconds.
Deuce laughed out loud not being able to hold in how easy this task was going to be but he quickly took aim and fired repeatedly at the dummy scoring a hit in the head each time. He removed the empty clip from the gun and replaced it with the fresh clip on the table. He took positon and fired continuously firing twice at some times hitting at the same point. A grin slid across his face as he fired the last shot and removed the clip from the rifle. He set the rifle down and walked over to Greg. "Sir, I hope 100% accuracy is enough to pass."
Jan raised his AK-47 to eye level and, timed his shots so they fell in the light. He didn't mind shooting in the dark, but he wanted to know if his shots hit. Keeping constant with the guns rate of fire, six hundred rounds per minute, he was finished in ten seconds, and reported his perfect performance to Greg.
Greg grabbed Deuce by the neck and pulled him closer to himself, turning him around to make eye contact. "You are a team" He said calmly "ACT LIKE ONE!" He then roared, letting go of the man once again. "You soldiers are elites out in the wild. If you learn to work together, respect eachother, then you will be Gods! And I will not rest until you do!" He paused "And neither will you!"