One Frakkin Good Teacher
One Frakkin Good Teacher
Summary: Chione gets some brushing up on weapons training from Hazzard, Micah gets some practice on his own
Date: 75 ACH
Related Logs: None


Small Arms Range Genesis - Deck 14

75 ACH 23817 Souls

The shooting range can hold up to a dozen personnel that are working on their firearms skills. Each booth has a scorecard. Buttons in the booth sends the target down a runner and brings the target back. A locker holds some weaponry and is code locked for Officers and marine NCO's only. Ear and eye gear hang within the booths for protection.


The scent of gunpowder hangs heavily within the firing range, which is empty except for Staff Sergeant Hazzard that stands in the center booth with a pistol in his hands, firing off double taps towards the target at the end of the range.

The thud of boots upon the steel of the floor is heard as Ensign Dike carefully enters into the range. She pauses at the end of the rows of booths, looking down to the center, watching the Staff Sergeant for a moment, waiting for a pause in his firing, seeing if there is one, before shifting to the far wall and walking down it after grabbing a pair of ear mufflers to slide on incase the man starts firing again.

Hazzard is not wearing any ear mufflers himself, years of warfare has dulled the sound of gunfire and made a constant soft ringing in his ears. Soon enough he has emptied his clip and places the pistol down on the bench before him. Catching the movement in the corner of his eyes, he turns to look at Chione and nods his head slowly. "Ensign…"

Pulling the ear phones down to hand around her neck, Chione nods to Hazzard. "Staff Sergeant," she greets, not bothering to look down at the target. After all, the man is known as a sniper in the fleet, no need to get her ego quashed so thoroughly at the beginning of the lesson. Let's just wait a few moments 'til she actually tries firing the gun. "Thank you for your assistance. Shall we begin?"

Hazzard studies Chione for a moment longer, true she is an officer, but looking never hurts. Finaly he nods his head and takes a step out from his booth and motions for her to enter. "By all means…There is a clip on the bench, check your weapon.." he motions towards he bench where he left the pistol he used, and the clip that lies beside it. "Load it, and take a firing stance."

With a firm nod, Chione steps forward in Hazzard's place, her hands moving over the weapon and picking it up. Blue eyes look over the gun, falling to the safety, her thumb sliding over it, visually and physically making certain that the safety is in place as well as the gun not ready to be fired should her finger slip. No need to shoot her instructor on the first day, after all. Then Chione looks to the clips laying on the flattop, immediately pushing aside the empty ones, getting them out of the way.

Hazzard positions himself just behind Chione, to the left so he can look over her shoulder to get a good view of how she handles the gun, and the procedues she goes through. "Just take your time Ensign, no toasters trying to kill you here…Fifty sessions later, I'll expect you to do with in your sleep…After assembling the gun in darkness."

"The question is, will my bunkmates appriciate me sleeploading a gun?" drawls Chione, soothing her nervousness with a bit of humor. Just barely pushing back the urge to bite her lower lip, Chione manages to stumble her way through sliding the empty clip out of the pistol, releasing a breath she hadn't realized had been trapped in her lungs. Yanking the clip the rest of the way free, checking to make certain there were not any errant bullets within it, Chione then slides the new clip into it's place with a satisfying click, and adjusts her stance so that her feet are shoulder width apart, right foot slightly in front of her left, and she raises both hands as she aims down at the target, letting her thumb hover over the safety with an arch upwards of an eyebrow. "Tell me I remembered this part correctly, at least?"

"Why yes.." Hazzard murmurs as he reaches over to place his hands upone Chione, one hand on her shoulder the other along her waist. Gently he adjusts her stance, moving his hands to rest where needed as he shifts her hip and adjusts her shoulders and elbows. "Cock it." he adds after a moment. "Then at your own time..three rounds, rapid succession."

There is a faint sharp inhale before Chione reminds herself that Hazzard is adjusting her stancing and she relaxes and focuses on the task at hand, and any uncomfortableness fades away. Professionalism is what she promised and that is what she is giving - personal issues are shoved aside for now. There is a pause, and Chione flicks her thumb, remembering first to flick the safety, before mentally reworking a few rusty skills before cocking the pistol. A steadying intake a breath is given, before the Ensign shakily pulls the trigger once. Twice. Thrice.
<Trait Roll> Chione rolls Firearms and achieves a degree of Mediocre (2).

<Trait Roll> Chione rolls Firearms and achieves a degree of Fair (3).

<Trait Roll> Chione rolls Firearms and achieves a degree of Good (4).

Micah enters the firing range and nudges the door shut with the heel of his boot. He's dressed in offduties this afternoon, obviously freshly showered. Since sidearms aren't permitted on non-sentry personnel any longer, he heads for the lockers to sign one out.

Hazzard is standing behind Chione, and as soon as she gets ready to fire he removes his hands. Focusing more on how the woman stands, and responds to the recoil of the gun in her hands then how her aim is. Once the sound of the third round is dying off, does he lift his gaze to study the target and nods his head slowly. "Not shabby Sir." he murmurs as he places one hand along her hand, holding the gun, and the second one at her waist. "Dont fight the recoil..The gun will by its own accord return to its original position, if you just relax…Inhale, squeeze, squeeze, exhale..Normally I favour double taps..Two shots, in rapid is all it takes..most often, more is a waste of bullets against anything but a toaster."

Chione, frankly, is staring at the target dubiously. "Beginner's luck," she says, unwilling to believe it. Blue eyes shift sidelong, as if she could somehow wrap her gaze around her head to peer at the Staff Sergeant over her shoulder. At the man's words, she attempts to relax her shoulders and elbows just a bit. For now, any other entrant into the shooting range is ignored, lessons take precedent unless Hazzard draws to attention. With a steadying breath, Chione then nods and fires off another couple of rounds at the target opposite her. She is here for practice and training, after all. Three lucky shots don't count.
<Trait Roll> Chione rolls Firearms and achieves a degree of Good (4).

<Trait Roll> Chione rolls Firearms and achieves a degree of Poor (1).

An MP58 is what's procured, along with the standard rubber bullets, eye and ear protection. The navy ensign practicing her shot— to mixed results— is noted, but not lingered upon. He ducks into the adjoining booth, and begins rolling up the sleeves of his fatigue jacket before loading the clip into his sidearm.

Hazzard licks his lips, as he studies the stance and handling of the gun as Chione fires once again. "First shoot, Marine Quality Ensign..Second.." he cuts his words off as he one more places a hand upon Chione's waist and lets it move over to rest upon her lower back. A quick glance is offered overtowards Micah along with a nod in greeting before he turns to his student once more. "You fight the recoil..It is a standard mistake..and dont fret over the aim, rubbet bullets have a piss poor accuracy…" With one hand on her lower back, he then reaches over to place it over hers. "Don't hold it soo hard, treat it like you would a.." again he cuts off and shakes his head. "Gentle, no need to force the gun in anyway. Caress the trigger."

Thank goodness for ear-gear, no need to show anyone her burning ears at this point thanks to Hazzard's words. "Yes, Staff Sergeant, be gentle, got it," she offers, pulling her finger away from the trigger to bend it, loosen it, before putting it back into place. Blue eyes do flick over to see who walked in, lips turning into a frown, before looking back at her own target, trying to bend with Hazzard's suggestions. "Don't fight the recoil," she repeats, inhaling slowly, relaxing her elbows just a bit more as she sights down the range again, firing off another pair of shots.
<Trait Roll> Chione rolls Firearms and achieves a degree of Poor(1).

<Trait Roll> Chione rolls Firearms and achieves a degree of Great (5).

There was a nod in return from the pilot, as Micah passed by. Clearly, he doesn't want to disrupt the little session going on. Sidearm loaded, he hits the 'drop target' button and flicks off the safety on his gun. It's settled comfortably in his left hand, and braced with the right as he takes aim.
<Trait Roll> Micah rolls Firearms and achieves a degree of Superb (6)
<Trait Roll> Micah rolls Firearms and achieves a degree of Fair (3)

Hazzard nods his head slowly as he removes his hands from Chione, inwardly perhaps hating himself for doing it but at the firing range the old saying 'In war anything goes' does not apply. Hands are instead moved in behind his back. "Looking pretty good Ensign..Seems basic training did linger in the back of your head…"

"Some would debate that vigorously, Staff Sergeant," is Chione's light-hearted reply, not nearly as mortified as she thought she would be when she walked in earlier. Her gaze flicks down the range again towards St.Germaine again, before she shakes her head with a wry twist of her lips, before looking back towards her target and letting off two final shots.
<Trait Roll> Chione rolls Firearms and achieves a degree of Good (4).

<Trait Roll> Chione rolls Firearms and achieves a degree of Superb (6). *CRITICAL SUCCESS*

Hazzard eyes the target and arches an eyebrow. "If they do, then I'm one frak'ing good teacher." he murmurs as he reaches a hand over to pat Chione's shoulder. "Almost as a good as a Marine..I wont go as far as to say you can be my spotter anyday, or even part of the SST..But, I'd let you wear the uniform of a Marine and know you'd do me proud."

Micah's first shot pings the target right on the nose. The second.. well, at least it hits. He lowers his arm after the double-tap and rolls out his shoulders before aiming again. Marine he may not be, but he's obviously done this before; he's relaxed, posture good though not perfect.
<Trait Roll> Micah rolls Firearms and achieves a degree of Poor (1)
<Trait Roll> Micah rolls Firearms and achieves a degree of Great (5)

Chione blinks at the last two shots. She just stares at the target for a moment. Then her thumb clicks the safety on after clearing the chamber. Slowly she puts down the weapon, patting it as if it were a thing alive, and turns to look at Hazzard with an arched eyebrow upwards. "You think I'd look good in Marine Green? Why thank you, Staff Sergeant. And, before my luck turns horribly sour, I think … I'm going to walk away for now. We should continue with training and practice, but I am not going to tempt the gods into reversing my luck."

Chalk up that first shot of Micah's to rubber bullets. It comes out of the chamber at a funny angle and pings off the back wall. The second's hot on its heels, and nicks the target just shy of the bullseye. Lowering his sidearm again, the pilot flicks the safety back on and briefly checks the clip. If something's gummed up in there, he doesn't want it backfiring on him. Chione is watched for a beat, as well as the marine giving her pointers. He grins slightly at nothing at all, and shunts the clip back into his sidearm.

"Yes, Staff Sergeant," says the Ensign. Wait, the Ensign is taking an order from a Staff Sergeant. What the Frak kind of crazy world is this?! Chione turns around, eyes the weapon again, making certain it's not going to leap up and do a song and dance number in homage to the gods, before she starts to take out the clip. Then she gathers up the extra clips Hazzard had already unloaded, trying to daintily gather them together and dignantly take them, and the weapon, over to be signed back in.

Hazzard watches Chione put away the equipment and nods his head in an approving fashion before he turns on his heel and starts to make way towards the exit.

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