Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 5, 2009 21:16:48 GMT -5
OOC: Day 30.
Soldiers require training to maintain their skills. Use it or lose it… an apt but trite human turn of phrase. Such is Wreckage's approach.
So it is that he's taking time on the target range to practise with his guns. He does not favour them; they are impersonal weapons. They lack finesse. Too much, to him, like what he least wants to be. But they are useful tools if nothing else and he cannot afford to be any less capable with them than he is now if he wishes to remain useful as a soldier. There is also something abominably cathartic in simply blasting at targets until they cease to be. Basic yet liberating.
Maddening, he decides as he prods the controls to start another target sequence. The faintest of tremors – anticipation and terror in one heady mix – runs through his frame as he flexes his hands and readies his guns for second round. So easy to lose himself in the sound and heat and sheer release of it, to let blind battle lust take over and simply blanket the walls with bullets. Too easy. It takes more focus to fire his guns with restraint than it takes to cut with his blades; he can afford no real concern for the door or anyone who happens through it. Instead, he has to tell himself to fire only one or two shots at each target as he tracks the first across his range and the training room is once again filled with the sound of .30-calibre automatic fire.
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Jun 5, 2009 22:07:12 GMT -5
Training is always a good thing, and a good Decepticon always makes time for practice. Well, except for those that think themselves too good already. Or the lazy.
Misfire knows well enough that he needs practice. But when he enters the room to find Wreckage already there, well, it makes the jet pause. Misfire's not really worried about being laughed at, no. He just...makes it a habit not to practice with the others. For their sake.
Still....It is a big area and maybe if he goes all the way over there....
"Um, hey, Wreckage is it? You mind if I join you?"
In his head Misfire hears, Damn but that is one ugly and bladey fletcher!
Shut up, Aimless.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 6, 2009 22:05:58 GMT -5
There is no answer immediately forthcoming for Misfire. Wreckage is trying very hard to focus on the targets and while he knows he has company, he has not quite registered who it is or even the questions asked of him. Neither does he refuse the other Decepticon. It is, after all, an open training area.
Wreckage's target routine is very simple: only one target at a time with uncomplicated paths, alternating one side to the other. Possibly no better than something a novice would use, but enough for him. He follows the next target on his left across and up, taking his time. When he finally fires, two rounds clip the target and the next two hit home. He spares no thought for the excess gunfire as much as it irritates him; he takes it out on the right target instead, limiting himself to two shots. He misses.
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Jun 7, 2009 11:36:32 GMT -5
Misfire decides that no negative is a positive, and heads to the furthest edge of the targeting area. No fancy moving programs for him; he just wants stationary targets. After all, this is about trying (desperately!) to manage some improvement in his accuracy. He'll take anything, even if it means instead of missing by a mile, he misses by only five thousand two hundred and seventy-nine feet.
The problem, of course, is that Misfire does not have a mile worth of margin of error in the training room.
He steadies Aimless, gets the target lined up perfectly in his sights, squeezes the trigger....and completely fails to hit, instead taking out one of Wreckages's targets down the way.
He mentally berates his partner, You're not even trying, Aimless!
Aimless snarks back, Yeah, well, I hate wasting my time! And tall, white, and moody over there spooks me!
Misfire tries again, sending another shot flying off...somewhere.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 7, 2009 21:11:15 GMT -5
The target has been shot out from under him. Wreckage audibly comes to a stop and shifts his weight, turning to fix a cool stare on the only other occupant in the room. He takes a shot to the armour plating on his thigh for the trouble of interrupting his routine and it knocks him back a half-step. He dislikes the way the hit leaves the scorched area of his leg tingling. Needles; it feels like thousands of tiny needles stabbing through his circuits.
Nevertheless, his expression as he speaks up remains impassive.
"…You missed."
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 7, 2009 23:07:24 GMT -5
"I'm sorry!" Misfire actually flails a little bit when his shot hits Wreckage. "I didn't mean to! I'm just...not so good a shot, you see, and Aimless doesn't help...," Misfire trails off, because he's babbling, and Wreckage is so big and silent and intimidating.
He turns back to his own targets, trying once again to hit them. He hits the wall, other targets, the ceiling....and some shots go astray, and he really, really hopes he isn't hitting Wreckage again.
But hes too scared to check.
Seriously, Misfire needs to see Mixmaster about getting the Cybertronian equivalent of Xanax. He's had more panic attacks on this planet than in his entire life prior.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 8, 2009 13:45:33 GMT -5
Wreckage is unsure if Misfire is always like this or if being in the same room with him makes the jet nervous. He prefers the latter.
"Hn." He will not presume, however, and pivots, returning focus to his own targets while Misfire seems determined to prove his poor aim. Wreckage loses another target to the other Decepticon's wild shots and simply vents a sigh, correcting his aim and firing on the next instead. He will have to be faster.
Then a hit staggers him and those needles are firing through his side, infinitely sharper than the pain in his leg. He spins back to Misfire and sends a half-dozen rounds into the wall as he does. A second errant cluster glances off his left shoulder, earning a narrow-opticked glare; no-one can have such abysmal targeting systems. Misfire must be taking pot shots and feigning ignorance. Wreckage disarms his guns and starts toward the jetformer with measured, deliberate strides and every intention of setting him straight one way or another.
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Jun 8, 2009 17:25:52 GMT -5
Unfortunately, Misfire does have that abysmal of a targeting system. And he has Aimless, which just makes things worse because the Nebulan doesn't try.
Misfire can tell when Wreckage stops firing. He can hear the Stryker's steps. Still, Misfire just keeps his focus on his targets, trying- desperately trying- not to think of how much pain he is likely to be in.
And Wreckage watches and actually sees how poor a shot the Targetmaster is, he won't hurt Misfire too much. Please?
Pretty please?
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 9, 2009 17:51:38 GMT -5
Wreckage has no intention of harming Misfire. Yet. He is daft enough to believe that one should not injure fellow soldiers simply for its own sake. Such needless stupidity impacts the entire unit as well as reflecting poorly on his sense of restraint. So he stops within arm's length, just behind Misfire's shoulder, and stands there with his hands at his sides, all weapons inactive. He can still feel the white-hot prickling in his circuits.
"You shot me," he murmurs quietly. A statement of fact coloured by neither indignation nor aggravation; the scorch marks on his armour are quite clear and Misfire cannot make excuses for them. Wreckage expects he will do something about them anyway.
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Jun 9, 2009 21:13:58 GMT -5
Misfire stops shooting as Wreckage speaks, that quiet voice sending chills through his circuits. He makes a point of holstering Aimless and turns around very slowly.
"So... I see. I...I really am sorry. I thought, I really thought that with you down there, I wouldn't be likely to hit you. I usually practice alone you see, but this is the only time I can practice today..."
Misfire rakes his hand over his helm, clearly discomfited. It's not been too much of an issue, all and all, as most of the mechs he's interacted with know what to expect.
"I'm...I'm guessing you don't have a Misfire in your reality? Most consistent flunkee of the Decepticon training academy?" He smiles wanly, hoping Wreckage gets the humor.
I don't think he knows the meaning of humor, Misfire, Aimless mutters, I'd be ready to fly, if I were you.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 10, 2009 23:55:37 GMT -5
Misfire certainly seems reasonable. Wreckage appreciates reasonable Decepticons. They rarely make him feel as if he is slowly going mad by association.
"We have no academy," he says. "And I do not know a Misfire." He maintains his neutral stance and keeps his tone even, shifting his weight as Misfire turns to square himself more fully to the jet. If there is a Misfire from his Cybertron, Wreckage has never met him. He finds himself wondering if such a creature would be as poor a shot as this one. "I was far to your flank and you hit me. Is your targeting misaligned?" he wonders. Perhaps if Wreckage bothered to pay attention to his fellow Decepticons, he would know better.
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Jun 11, 2009 10:41:53 GMT -5
There is a very indelicate snort from the vicinity of Misfire's gun when Wreckage asks about Misfire's targeting systems. It makes Misfire look down at Aimless and frown. Nothing else is forthcoming from the Nebulan, however, and Misfire once again fixes an apologetic look on Wreckage.
"Um, no, it's not something physical that can be fixed, unfortunately. Trust me, I've had some of the best look me over, and it just isn't. It just seems that no matter how hard I try to hit a target, unless it's truly point blank range, I won't. Not with a directed shot.'
Misfire turns around then and unleashes a full-speed volley upon the range. Yes, many shots go wild, but he also manages to hit several targets, as well.
"But what I lack in finesse I make up in overkill. I just...want to get better, ya know."
Primus, please let this be getting through. He really doesn't want to have problems with his fellows, not over this. Though... Wreckage seems a but more amiable than his appearance suggests. This might not end too badly, after all.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 13, 2009 17:36:04 GMT -5
That snort draws a brief glance from Wreckage. Guns do not snort.
Wreckage looks much longer on Misfire's demonstration, and he looks upon it warily. Not because he is impressed – because he is unsettled by the display. It speaks to him of an utter lack of control, of everything he has spent the last fifteen minutes trying to keep in check. Misfire is suddenly a reminder of what Wreckage most loathes.
"…I see," Wreckage says and he sounds almost bored. "Improvement is…." Imperative, lest he be infected by whatever is wrong with Misfire. "…A wise goal. I will not disturb you again." And with a slight nod, Wreckage turns and ambles back to his side of the range, leaving the odd jet and his snorting gun to their own devices. He pointedly steps behind Misfire's line – surely his aim is not so poor that he can shoot things to his rear – before once again restarting his target routine. He will not be like Misfire even if he must burn out every wire in his body to maintain control.
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Misfire
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The Chamberlain, His Incomparable Immensity, Emperor Misfire. The Accidental Butcher of Anyone He Wasn't Aiming At
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Post by Misfire on Jun 14, 2009 10:12:09 GMT -5
"Yes, yes!" Misfire nods, a bit too enthusiastically, "Improvement! That is exactly what I'm...af...ter...?" He trails off as the somber white mech ambles off to his own end of the range.
Misfire scratches one side of his head and looks after Wreckage, a bit puzzled. No teasing, no insults. No threats. How very against the norm. It's unsettling, for all that Wreckage seems to be letting the matter go. Times like this, Misfire finds himself waiting for the other boot to drop- likely atop his head.
He shrugs though, and turns back to his targets. Wreckage is behind him now; he'll not get hit, unless Aimless has some upgrade Misfire doesn't know about. More carefully measured shots and more spectacular misses follow, and while he can't hit Wreckage, Wreckage's targets are another matter.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jun 15, 2009 16:17:13 GMT -5
Patient. Wreckage is patient. He has always been so and he can tolerate many things for quite some time.
But he is growing very weary of the wild fire scattering across the firing range. He loses another two targets and tries once more to restart the routine and take out all of them. Several of Misfire's shots wing across his line of fire, but Wreckage remains uninterrupted until he finally has it down to the last target.
Then it explodes in a particle blast. He lowers his weapons and simply stands there for several seconds.
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