*nods in recognition to Marik's explaination* "Yea, I have my own collection of thankfully healed cuts, but no burns. I wear the protective gloves when working on engines, motors, and some cooling units unlike most of my colleges and apparentely you too." *takes the CZ back, which has now been serviced* "Thanks, Silent. The CZ is a little bit more complex than I thought, with all of the mechanics and software in the damn thing. I'll have to read the manual more. Then I'll start supercharging some stuff, like lets say...overclocking the ammo counter processor, strengthing the spring, making the nanites more "lively", and such. I hope I haven't put you to sleep with my rant yet <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->." *overhears bogglestiensky* "There is a typo in the manual for the pistol. Parts A - D on the disassembly diagram are all misplaced, and the wires are going to be stuck in backwards if you listen to the reassembly diagram word for word. [sarcasm]I now state that there are conspiracies against us and that we will die a tragic death...example given: the breakfast.[/sarcasm]"
<span style='color:yellow'>"Haha, that's an easy thing for a Firearms expert <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo--> unfortunately, i don't have any combat skills unless a skulk counts." [That sarcasm part]*Laughs really hard*[/That sarcasm part]</span>
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Marik_SteeleTo rule in hell...Join Date: 2002-11-20Member: 9466Members
<span style='color:purple'> "It happens when you're working off of pocket change for a budget. Just means we have to work that much harder to prove we're worth more than that."
*Looks up, weapon cleaned, to see if a higher officer has entered the room yet. If not, it'll be time to start cleaning my secondary*
<b><span style='color:green'>*I finish eating my ...oatmeal? and put the bowl in the bucket. Then i sit down and pull apart my pistol, oil it, and do a few tweaks, then put it back together. I get up and head over to the head for some good quality time with my new playboy."</span></b>
<i>The screen on the wall announces a "welcome briefing" in half an hour. Doesn't seem to catch much attention by the experienced marines, they know what's gonna be said already. The new marines are more tense though, after all it IS their first time farther out than the frontiersmen bootcamp.</i>
<span style='color:yellow'> Edit: *Looks at the screen* "Why do they show us these things? I'm new to the Battlegrounds but i have an experienced brain <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->"
*Finish my oatmeal with many spits and "OMG's".* "Terran, follow me, i've got something to show you." *Waits for terrans answer*</span>
<span style='color:gray'>"What are they going to show us now? Wizard of Oz? I just want to get outta this damn steel cage." *looks around the room* *looks back at the engraved information on my pistol* </span>
<b><span style='color:green'>*I come out of the head, set the playoby aside, and go get some more oatmeal, for i feel it is gonna be a long day and i need food no matter what to type, good or bad. I grab anotehr bowl and sit down watching all the greenies chatting amongst tehmselves, i try to sit as far from them as possible.*</span></b>
Marik_SteeleTo rule in hell...Join Date: 2002-11-20Member: 9466Members
<span style='color:purple'> *I bring my secondary with me as I sit down on the floor or nearest bench to the wall telescreen. I continue to dismantle/clean/inspect it as I see whether the video is anything I didn't already learn from boot camp.* *I look over my shoulder to see who else is on giving the video any of their attention* </span>
*I take Terran to my room* *Picks up a sharp thingy* "This is the only thing the TSA let me keep from the skulk that killed....* *Quiet* "It's a skulk tooth, it brings me luck" *Tries to become a nice friend with terran* *Waits for terran*
<span style='color:orange'>*rolls over in bunk looks at clock* "oh no not again, i swear if i miss breakfast once more that alarm is goin out of the window...if there were any that is" *groans and rolls out of bed before walking a little groggily to the mess hall to see what slop i missed today* *enters mess hall and immediatly spots all the new marines gathered around a table looking tense* "guess thats where i belong" *walks over and joins the others* "Hi guys, so what did i miss today? from the looks on your faces it wasnt pretty"</b></span>
That_Annoying_KidSire of TitlesJoin Date: 2003-03-01Member: 14175Members, Constellation
edited May 2003
<span style='color:green'> *hops out of shower* maybe I should get to the welcome briefing... *bumps into Z.X* "hello there, you heading to the briefing" </span>
<span style='color:blue'> *looks at Silent and sees the memories playing back in his mind* "I'm sorry...that you lost your wife" *Attempts to comfort him, seeing that his eyes are starting to show pain* "A little sadistic to consider the thing that killed her to be...lucky, eh?" *a little scoff and a smile pentrate the wall of sadness* "So...she was a Frontiersman too?" </span>
<i>After the briefing video is over, the watch times are announced. Coincidentally, you are all on the watch that starts training immidiately. You watch as the lucky ones head back to sleep, then people start going for the shooting ranges.</i>
<b>And anderval, just pick a color someone already used, but make it bold. OOC speak is just in un-colored bold text then.</b>
<span style='color:red'>*walks to range pulls out Revolver, and kisses the old freind* *fires, one hand on the hanlde, the other hand stedying his wrist, good acuracy and suprising speed, still slower than the standard frontersman pistal though* *after the six thots i reload, and request a lmg from the practice counter* *fires, the initial shots being far off, but quickly trains the stream of bulits to the targets* "why mumble give us mubmle lmg's mumble, dont like rifles, mumble hope mumble get a shoty mubmle mumble."</span>
Marik_SteeleTo rule in hell...Join Date: 2002-11-20Member: 9466Members
edited May 2003
<span style='color:purple'> *I finish cleaning my secondary and assemble it again. The movie finished, I stand up.* *I head in the same direction as Frosty, taking my unloaded LMG. I lock-n-load at an empty station and aim down the range to take a couple burst shots.* "I'm really liking how they reduced the muzzle flash on these new models. I've been hearing nothing but horror stories about the old ones from some of the regulars here. Still can't seem to fire off exactly how many shots I want, though. Sometimes it's three, sometimes it's five...I'll practice." *Tries it again.* </span>
BadKarmaThe Advanced Literature monsters burned my house and gave me a 7Join Date: 2002-11-12Member: 8260Members
*Follows Frosty and Marik but takes a right at the armoury and heads to the shotgun course. After he empties the weapon he decides to go see the quartermaster and see if he can get a vertical grip for the shotgun off of him*
<span style='color:blue'>*sees that Silent is clearly distressed and is combating demons of his own* *pats him on the back as he holds his head on the bed* "See ya at the range then I guess..." *I slip out of his quarters, head to the firing range* *attempts to do a running charge then sudden stop, aim, 3 round burst* *computer measures a tight grouping wth a 1 inch diamter at the target 10 meters away* "Sweet, just like that MP5/10A6 that my brother gave to me." *whips out pistol, empties clip* *last shell casing gets jammed due to the weakness of the firing spring* *attempts to remove shell with bare hands* *burns self* "OW!"</span>
<b>i didnt take your color annoying, im bold green, take a look <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--></b>
"Try taping the triger instead of squezing it, just realy quick"
*my finger does a quick tap to the trigger, firing off a single shot, that misses about a foot to the left*
"Off course quantity control doesnt help me, my first few shots are always off with a two hand gun, well 'sept of course a shotgun, but thats cus you don't aim em, you just sort of point and hit things"
*I flash that jovial smile, the one that manages to let me smugle spices and non standard isue weaponry*</span>
Marik_SteeleTo rule in hell...Join Date: 2002-11-20Member: 9466Members
<span style='color:purple'> *Hears Frosty's last part and suddenly does a double-take* "Like that revolver of yours? I can see why you like it so much, but I'd sure hope you cleared it through the quartermaster for proper friendly-fire nanite regulations. I sure as hell wouldn't like to get shot in the back with that thing. Probably does a lot more than tingle a bit." *Tries Frosty's tap-fire advice. Will need getting used to, but shows promise.* "Thanks for the advice, though. I'll see what I can do." *continues* </span>
<span style='color:red'>"That it would, forutnatly ff systems in the bullets, and the armory can make em to any specificatoins, which is good, easier to talk the quarter master into letting you bring a gun than live munitions. Tried that once with incendiary shotgun slugs, took alot of fast talking to get away with only a 2 week pay dock. Ah well, ya live, ya learn."
*I gets back to work at lmg practice, ocasionly geting bored of the precice little holes in imprecice locations, switching to my revolver to blow imprecice holes in precise locations.*</span>
<span style='color:yellow'>*Sees terran leave the room* *Stays for a little while* *Picks up The Standard Issue TSA Pistol And Shotty* *Heads For the Training room* *Sees Terran burn his hand* "Need help?" *Looks at Terran* "Yeah, she was a Frontiersman, i didn't want her to be in battle but that was her life." *Takes a deep breath* "Well well, enough crying for today." *Raises Shotty* *Empties the magazine really quick* *Throws shotty to the ground* *Quickly takes out Pistol* *Empties Ammo* *Screen shows a 5mm range from the target's middle* "Phew, was a while since i used a gun" *Reloads Pistol* *Takes up shotty and reloads it*</span>
<span style='color:orange'><b>*Goes to freshen up after movie finishes before heading to the firing range, arriving just in time to see Terran burn his hand - grimaces* "Ouch, bet that hurt" *Fetches CZU from armoury, loads a clip and proceeds to fire down the range in short, staccato bursts with impressive accuracy* "Anyone know how to minimise the spread on these things? they are so inaccurate, unlike the Cx10 that is which just fires where you point" *Pulls out pistol and fires off rounds in quick succession, some of which hit the target - grins* "Guess i've just got to learn how to point straight - i never have been able to aim a pistol properly" *continues with target practice*</b></span>
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"Yea, I have my own collection of thankfully healed cuts, but no burns. I wear the protective gloves when working on engines, motors, and some cooling units unlike most of my colleges and apparentely you too."
*takes the CZ back, which has now been serviced*
"Thanks, Silent. The CZ is a little bit more complex than I thought, with all of the mechanics and software in the damn thing. I'll have to read the manual more. Then I'll start supercharging some stuff, like lets say...overclocking the ammo counter processor, strengthing the spring, making the nanites more "lively", and such. I hope I haven't put you to sleep with my rant yet <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' valign='absmiddle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->."
*overhears bogglestiensky*
"There is a typo in the manual for the pistol. Parts A - D on the disassembly diagram are all misplaced, and the wires are going to be stuck in backwards if you listen to the reassembly diagram word for word. [sarcasm]I now state that there are conspiracies against us and that we will die a tragic death...example given: the breakfast.[/sarcasm]"
[That sarcasm part]*Laughs really hard*[/That sarcasm part]</span>
Dont you just love them"<!--c2--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--ec2-->
"It happens when you're working off of pocket change for a budget. Just means we have to work that much harder to prove we're worth more than that."
*Looks up, weapon cleaned, to see if a higher officer has entered the room yet. If not, it'll be time to start cleaning my secondary*
</span>
Edit: *Looks at the screen*
"Why do they show us these things? I'm new to the Battlegrounds but i have an experienced brain <!--emo&???--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/confused.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='confused.gif'><!--endemo-->"
*Finish my oatmeal with many spits and "OMG's".*
"Terran, follow me, i've got something to show you."
*Waits for terrans answer*</span>
*looks around the room*
*looks back at the engraved information on my pistol* </span>
*I bring my secondary with me as I sit down on the floor or nearest bench to the wall telescreen. I continue to dismantle/clean/inspect it as I see whether the video is anything I didn't already learn from boot camp.*
*I look over my shoulder to see who else is on giving the video any of their attention*
</span>
"Alright, 'I'm covering ya.' Hehe..."
*decides to follow Silent where he is taking me*
</span>
*Picks up a sharp thingy*
"This is the only thing the TSA let me keep from the skulk that killed....*
*Quiet*
"It's a skulk tooth, it brings me luck"
*Tries to become a nice friend with terran*
*Waits for terran*
<span style='color:orange'>*rolls over in bunk looks at clock*
"oh no not again, i swear if i miss breakfast once more that alarm is goin out of the window...if there were any that is"
*groans and rolls out of bed before walking a little groggily to the mess hall to see what slop i missed today*
*enters mess hall and immediatly spots all the new marines gathered around a table looking tense*
"guess thats where i belong"
*walks over and joins the others*
"Hi guys, so what did i miss today? from the looks on your faces it wasnt pretty"</b></span>
*hops out of shower*
maybe I should get to the welcome briefing...
*bumps into Z.X*
"hello there, you heading to the briefing"
</span>
*looks at Silent and sees the memories playing back in his mind*
"I'm sorry...that you lost your wife"
*Attempts to comfort him, seeing that his eyes are starting to show pain*
"A little sadistic to consider the thing that killed her to be...lucky, eh?"
*a little scoff and a smile pentrate the wall of sadness*
"So...she was a Frontiersman too?"
</span>
<b>And anderval, just pick a color someone already used, but make it bold. OOC speak is just in un-colored bold text then.</b>
"Where is first watch supposed to go sir?"</span></b>
*fires, one hand on the hanlde, the other hand stedying his wrist, good acuracy and suprising speed, still slower than the standard frontersman pistal though*
*after the six thots i reload, and request a lmg from the practice counter*
*fires, the initial shots being far off, but quickly trains the stream of bulits to the targets*
"why mumble give us mubmle lmg's mumble, dont like rifles, mumble hope mumble get a shoty mubmle mumble."</span>
*I finish cleaning my secondary and assemble it again. The movie finished, I stand up.*
*I head in the same direction as Frosty, taking my unloaded LMG. I lock-n-load at an empty station and aim down the range to take a couple burst shots.*
"I'm really liking how they reduced the muzzle flash on these new models. I've been hearing nothing but horror stories about the old ones from some of the regulars here.
Still can't seem to fire off exactly how many shots I want, though. Sometimes it's three, sometimes it's five...I'll practice."
*Tries it again.*
</span>
<!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
no worries, which one of us should use bold green?</b>
"Finally... some shooting."
*starts to fire at target with CZU* </span>
*pats him on the back as he holds his head on the bed*
"See ya at the range then I guess..."
*I slip out of his quarters, head to the firing range*
*attempts to do a running charge then sudden stop, aim, 3 round burst*
*computer measures a tight grouping wth a 1 inch diamter at the target 10 meters away*
"Sweet, just like that MP5/10A6 that my brother gave to me."
*whips out pistol, empties clip*
*last shell casing gets jammed due to the weakness of the firing spring*
*attempts to remove shell with bare hands*
*burns self*
"OW!"</span>
"Try taping the triger instead of squezing it, just realy quick"
*my finger does a quick tap to the trigger, firing off a single shot, that misses about a foot to the left*
"Off course quantity control doesnt help me, my first few shots are always off with a two hand gun, well 'sept of course a shotgun, but thats cus you don't aim em, you just sort of point and hit things"
*I flash that jovial smile, the one that manages to let me smugle spices and non standard isue weaponry*</span>
*Hears Frosty's last part and suddenly does a double-take*
"Like that revolver of yours? I can see why you like it so much, but I'd sure hope you cleared it through the quartermaster for proper friendly-fire nanite regulations. I sure as hell wouldn't like to get shot in the back with that thing. Probably does a lot more than tingle a bit."
*Tries Frosty's tap-fire advice. Will need getting used to, but shows promise.*
"Thanks for the advice, though. I'll see what I can do."
*continues*
</span>
*I gets back to work at lmg practice, ocasionly geting bored of the precice little holes in imprecice locations, switching to my revolver to blow imprecice holes in precise locations.*</span>
*Stays for a little while*
*Picks up The Standard Issue TSA Pistol And Shotty*
*Heads For the Training room*
*Sees Terran burn his hand*
"Need help?"
*Looks at Terran*
"Yeah, she was a Frontiersman, i didn't want her to be in battle but that was her life."
*Takes a deep breath*
"Well well, enough crying for today."
*Raises Shotty*
*Empties the magazine really quick*
*Throws shotty to the ground*
*Quickly takes out Pistol*
*Empties Ammo*
*Screen shows a 5mm range from the target's middle*
"Phew, was a while since i used a gun"
*Reloads Pistol*
*Takes up shotty and reloads it*</span>
"Ouch, bet that hurt"
*Fetches CZU from armoury, loads a clip and proceeds to fire down the range in short, staccato bursts with impressive accuracy*
"Anyone know how to minimise the spread on these things? they are so inaccurate, unlike the Cx10 that is which just fires where you point"
*Pulls out pistol and fires off rounds in quick succession, some of which hit the target - grins*
"Guess i've just got to learn how to point straight - i never have been able to aim a pistol properly"
*continues with target practice*</b></span>