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 Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 4:35 pm
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A relatively small portion of the massive Titan was converted into a firing range near the Armory, with the entire area being encased in a solid frame of steel to prevent some stray round from tearing a hole in the ship, which is thankfully impossible due to it being located deep within the ship's structure. The wasting of ammunition on the range is quite restricted due to the lack of pure resources, however, appropriate training is always allowed.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 4:01 pm
The ODSTs entered, jesting at the new guy's cockyness. "He'll lose." one said. "Five bucks says the new guy." said another. Mendez lay behind the scope on the sniper and sighted in the scope on the temple of a target at the end of the range, snapping between five targets. "The rules, You have ten seconds, and the person with the best accuracy, gets the other's dinner. Tonight is Roast Turkey night, with rice and gravy, with ice cream for dessert." Mendez looked at the other and smiled. "looks like i'm eatin' good tonight." The referee raised a stopwatch and yelled "GO!!" Mendez snapped off the entire clip, then slapped another in, and as he fired the third shot out of the clip, the ODST yelled, "STOP!" as the targets were reeled in, the group gasped. "He hit Eight of nine....." another went, "Where's my money? get it out." The older ODST sneered. "I'm gonna shoot holes in them more than you can count. The process was repeated, except the other ODST hit Seven out of eight. "Well Ref, Who wins?" the referee looked at the targets and then pointed to Mendez. He does, His last shot was closer to the temple than yours, it passed beside the left ear. A roar went up in the crowd that had gathered, and money was being passed while Mendez had countless claps on the back, Even from Klick. "You did good new guy, Real good."
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 5:41 pm
Michael was standing in the back but he boomed over them, "But you could do better!" He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes were fixed upon Mendez but his attention lay with that single shot missed.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 10:27 am
Mendez turned and saw the ODST he talked to earlier. "I could, but can you?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 4:09 pm
He stood up and walked over to him pulling his pistol out of his waist band. He handed the gun to Mendez butt first. "Try that again, but against me, with this." Michael smiled and took Mendez's Sniper Rifle.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 4:40 pm
"Five targets? this'll be easy." Mendez raised the pistol and looked down the range. When the marine yelled go, he Shot ten rounds, then reloaded popping off two more before stopping. As the targets reeled, he saw all but three hitting in the temple. "Pretty good don't you think?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 9:54 pm
"No, you did terrible." Michael looked down the scope of the sniper for a moment and then disassembled that part. A no scope sniper. He held it in his hands and concentrated down range waiting for a moment. As a marine yelled go five targets popped out. He tapped his finger on the trigger moving it from right to left. The clip clicked and he loaded fresh ammunition, tapping the trigger four more times. As the Marine yelled stop there was a dull click from the sniper signaling that it was empty. "John, go check my targets and compare them to his" said Michael to one of the ODST's. He ran down and came back with them in his hands. "7 head shots and 1 groin shot" said John, his face looking a little pale. Michael grinned for a moment and then stood up straight setting the rifle down. Looking at Mendez he spoke clearly, "Have some fun once in a while. And work on your aim."
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2006 10:42 pm
Howie watched the match. It was pretty impressive. Howie didn't like to compet so he desided he would show off. He picked up the rifal Michael had set down and loaded a new mag and reattached the scope and pressed a few buttons on a nearby consoul. He had five targets, and the were moveing back and forth, at about the rate of a grown man running his a** off. Howie hit the start button and aimed the rifle. He emptyed all four bullets and poped in another mag and squized one last shoot. Howie went and collected his targets and held them up for everyone to see. Howie fired five shoots and had five head shots, and he had did it all within 10 seconds.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 9:47 am
Mendez grinned and looked at the others. "I guess we're all badasses then. So let's go." Mendez walked out the door with the ODSTs gathered around him, Michael and Howie."
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:27 am
"Naw, I didn't pass the standereds to be a sniper, but it dons't matter I like getting up close, make my kills more personal." Howie didn't like all the people crowding around him. "I also see you lost your dinner, Sir. I wouldn't mind shearing if you decide you want something."
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 3:16 pm
Michael was smiling, "You two might wanna stay close. I think we're in for something big." He smiled and reached down to his belt sticking his thumbs in the waist band. He smiled brightly, having not shot a sniper for a while. It felt good to show off a little.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 7:09 pm
Mendez looked at Michael and Laughed. "I haven't had this good a time since my bachelor party!" then he looked back at Howie. "I'm alright, I ate a big a** lunch after med ward."
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 4:47 pm
The SPARTAN entered silently, casually strode past the group of rowdy Marines, grabbed a standard magnum off of its respective rack, and quickly took his place at a separate range. He was doing this to train, of course, but he did feel some slight boredom over being stuck on this ship as he loaded his pistol. He glanced over at the other group, not truly caring about what they were up to as he clicked off the safety, took aim at the target, and squeezed the trigger, the round tearing into the center of his target a moment later. Finding this to be a good way to spend his time, he gladly went through the rest of his clip carefully, attempting to see how many times he could hit the same spot with one clip. Not surprisingly to him, he managed to empty the clip without missing his mark, which is why he felt challenging himself was a waste of time. He ejected the spent magazine, placed it off to the side, and quickly returned the pistol to its place before searching for another weapon to toy with.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 9:27 pm
Mendez turned to the SPARTAN and brushed past the group. "Go ahead, I'll catch up with you." He went over to him and Saluted. "Sir, Any Idea on what's happening on the surface? If possible, I want to go back down."
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 9:32 pm
Michael turned from the group and moved after Mendez, saluting the SPARTAN with him. His gazed trailed the armor but they broke off as he heard Mendez speak. And as he did he did too, "And blow that ring to pieces. I want to pay those bastards back for what they ddi to my men."
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