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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 16, 2013 12:53:25 GMT -5
Mayday is a little confused and flustered. Someone is calling him cute. What do? He makes a squeaky baffled noise, followed by a completely different squeaky intimidated noise when he gets a look at the first weapon Breakaway wants him to fire.
Still, he dutifully picks it up. It's not nearly one of the over-sized monstrosities he got to handle when he was a human soldier, but when he's just himself without superpowers it's still kind of intimidating.
"Um," he says, wishing he still had the ability to plug into a weapon and have it tell him how to use it. "Am I holding it right?"
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Skid-Z
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Post by Skid-Z on May 20, 2013 5:41:43 GMT -5
A basic shooting range? Skid-Z lifts and tilts his head just so in quiet curiosity. He doesn't respond to Mayday questioning his holding of the weapon; the situation is suddenly quite clear to him, and he lets Breakaway be the instructor he's obviously supposed to be.
-Skippable-
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Post by Breakaway on May 21, 2013 12:48:53 GMT -5
"No, not really," Breakaway responds, reaching out to adjust Mayday's stance and grip. "Just plant your feet like this, and put your hands here, brace it here . . . "
Once he's satisfied with the smaller robot's positioning, he takes a step back. "Okay, now pick a target, line up the sights, hold yourself as still as possible, and squeeze the trigger."
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 27, 2013 11:40:23 GMT -5
"Okay," Mayday says, trying to burn the exact stance into his memory. "Oh. Kay."
Sucking a determined gust of air into his cooling system, he determinedly picks a target and attempts to aim.
No, knees, don't shake. There's nothing at stake here, no need to be nervous, keep still!
No, no, don't offline your optics when you finger tightens on the trigger! How are you supposed to aim if you can't see?
Adjusting for all his little errors, Mayday finally takes the plunge and squeezes the trigger... and promptly fumbles the gun and almost drops it when the recoil startles him, making him squeak in disguise. He does manage to hit his target though - one of the closest range ones. It's no bulls-eye, though.
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Post by Breakaway on May 28, 2013 19:34:38 GMT -5
Breakaway casts a sidelong glance at Skid-Z when Mayday fires, hoping the carformer isn't laughing. Breakaway will have to punch him if he laughs.
"Okay, that was . . . well, that wasn't good. You weren't expecting the recoil, right? Try again, and this time you'll know what to expect," he instructs, taking a step back to give Mayday some space.
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Skid-Z
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Post by Skid-Z on May 29, 2013 1:04:36 GMT -5
Then Breakaway might have some punching to do because the glance is met with an amused headtilt and brightened optics filled with humour. At the flier's proclamation that the first shot wasn't good, the scout can't help but chuckle - which sounds suspiciously like a witheld laugh. Hey, c'mon, don't deadpan like that, Breakaway, what else will you expect?
"I do hope you'll warn him of recoil before he fires when you're gonna tackle heavier guns..." he comments.
-Still skippable for sake of convenience.-
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 31, 2013 11:21:01 GMT -5
Mayday ducks his head bashfully. "It, um, had more... kick than I was expecting."
As he lifts the gun back up into position, mentally going down the list of corrections Breakaway had made to his stance before, he adds, "I never really had to worry about recoil when I was... y'know..." A freakish meld of human and machine.
Instead of finishing his sentence, Mayday just pouts and pulls the trigger, bracing himself for the recoil. This time he hits the nearest target several inches off center.
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Post by Breakaway on Jun 3, 2013 9:44:58 GMT -5
"Much better!" the jetformer praises. "Now just focus on your sight picture and make sure you're holding the weapon steady when you fire."
Breakaway turns his head to look over at Skid-Z. "I wasn't planning on tackling anything much heavier than this. Mayday wanted me to teach him sniping, not demolitions." Though the thought does occur to him . . .
"Mayday, have you considered trying out for being an artillerist instead of a sniper? It keeps you far away from the melee, and it plays to your strengths of engineering and math and stuff. Like, not that you're bad at this, you're coming along and just need practice, but I was just thinking." Breakaway thinks Mayday would probably find calculating firing tables deeply satisfying.
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Post by Skid-Z on Jun 6, 2013 5:29:47 GMT -5
"It's a small step between the two!" Skid-Z responds cheerily, "Yes, he should at least give it a try to see if he likes it. Why don't you look into artillery as well, Mayday? It's sudden death from above."
It sure sounds like a good plan. Mayday packing a few explosive shells, blasting 'Cons from afar.
---- (Skips)
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jun 11, 2013 23:15:24 GMT -5
Mayday pauses in the middle of lining up his next shot, slowly turning his head toward Breakaway, optics wide with the epiphany that has been bestowed upon him.
"I can use engineering and math to shoot people?"
Being a civilian engineer during peacetime kind of limited Mayday's knowledge of warfare.
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Post by Breakaway on Jun 12, 2013 16:21:44 GMT -5
"What did you think they were for?" Breakaway says mock-incredulously to Mayday, referring to the aforementioned engineering and math. "There's actually a lot of calculation involved in long-range sniping. Humans sometimes send out a spotter with a computer with their snipers, just because at those ranges wind and elevation become a factor even for a direct-fire weapon. Of course I don't need any of that because I'm awesome." Also the plamsa bolts from his fusion rifle cool down into gas and dissipate harmlessly long before they slow down enough to get affected by wind.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jun 24, 2013 0:36:30 GMT -5
"They're for making ships," Mayday says, as if that's the most obvious thing in the world.
He perks up for a moment at the idea of becoming a spotter for Breakaway, but quickly deflates as Breakaway finishes his sentence. It's true. His friend is too awesome to need him. Which is why he should become awesome at something Breakaway doesn't necessarily know how to do.
"Uh," he starts. "So... do you know much about artillery?"
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Post by Breakaway on Jun 27, 2013 19:00:41 GMT -5
Breakaway runs a brief burst of cleaning fluid through the tubes of his facemask, which ends up sounding a bit like an embarrassed cough. "Nooot as such? I know how to call for artillery, how to support artillery, but I don't know anything about operating it. I fly fast and shoot Decepticons from far away."
He cocks his head to one side in thought. "I don't think we actually have anyone who does artillery on staff. We used to, but she's back on Gillanan. I'm sure we must have something in the database somewhere. Or you could ask Rodimus Prime or Kup. Prime seems to know everything about warfare and Kup knows a little bit about everything."
Probably the Decepticons have a battery of massive Cyber-Howitzers locked up on their ship and extensive instruction manuals on how to use them. In which case Breakaway can mount a daring raid to liberate some. Or at least he wishes he could solve all his problems this way.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Jul 8, 2013 9:18:15 GMT -5
"A-a-a-ask Rodimus or Kup?" Mayday looks more horrified than usual at the thought. He almost caused Rodimus Prime to die because of his panic once. He kind of hopes to never have to speak directly to their second-in-command ever. He's pretty certain that Rodimus must hate him for that. Best to go as unnoticed as possible.
Kup, he has much more experience with. Terrible, horrible, painful, anxiety-inducing training experience. He knows Kup must hate him. Why else would he put him through such cruel and unusual punishment?
...Never mind that a lot of his training on the ship wasn't really that different than what he did as part of the human military.
Maddox really was a better person than him, wasn't he? Mayday wilts.
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Post by Skid-Z on Jul 9, 2013 19:42:19 GMT -5
"Why not ask Guzzle?" Skid-Z answers, pushing himself off from the wall he was leaning against. He browses through the weapons display and picks up an almost standard energy rifle. "I mean, he's a tank, sure. But he's also a gun-happy wrecker with a penchant for things that go boom." He explains while walking to a lane and summoning another target. "It might not be 'artillery' but it touches base on certain areas. Ironfire was a tank too. Fancier one, of course." He grins.
"Another option might be Perceptor to explain to you the physics and theory of launching payload and calculation trajectories. He knows everything or will know how to learn it.... but all in all..." He can't help but chuckle, "your knowledge-base is floating around our beloved commander, our infinite story-teller, our jargon-savvy scientist and our 'beer-loving dwarf tank'- and holy slag they are a Dungeons & Dragons party. Commander, Bard, Healer and Tank. Right there."
He frowns, looking at Mayday and Breakaway, "Should we tell them that?" He suggests, laughing.
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