Members of the crew have a shooting competition, and there's a surprise winner.
Location: Firing Range
Related Scenes: None
Scene Number: 745
The shooting range has been converted over for the Top Shot Competition. The firing lanes have been cleaned up. Everyone is allowed the same weapon and the same number of rounds. No scopes are allowed, since this is a skill game of natural talent. There's a score board up already that shows a few names on it as Beckham is waiting his turn to be called up to the firing line, but didn't draw hide, as he's just a medic, and those are boring to watch go shooting. He stretches out idly to watch others.. and so far, there's a member of the recon squad at the top of the leaderboard.
Name Round 1 Round 2 Round 3 Score
Liv 21 39 7 67
Gustavo 16 23 14 53
Erin 7 13 26 46
At the edge of the table where the shooters are signing in is a plaque - it's the Top Shot plaque, and it's brand new, made of polished wood and metal, with the first slot open for 2237 for someone's name to be engraved upon it.
Geoff's next up, ready to test his skills against some daunting scores on the board. He's been waiting a little while, so he stretches and cracks his neck before he picks up his rifle and moves for the station to take his three allocated shots.
There is, in one of the lanes, a fairly slim sort of woman. Charlie doesn't look like much, all told. She's petite, but it's lent well to her job. She's advanced recon. Being able to slip and wriggle through small spaces to setup and scout for your team is a good thing. She's checking over the rifle she's been given and once her turn is a-go, the Lance Corporal settles it at her shoulder, breathes carefully, and takes her turn.
%% Charlie spends a luck point on Maybe the gun was problematic all along!.
Once Eva's name is called, the red-headed pilot steps up to the line, her body relaxed, weight forward on the balls of her feet, looking odd, with a rifle, rather than her service pistol, but not uncomfortable. She takes her time, checking the action of the rifle, before she lines up her sight with the target and fires three quick rounds, the distribution of her weight allowing her to absorb the recoil without jamming the stock of the rifle back into her shoulder. As soon as she's finished, she safeties the rifle, and then hands it off to whomever is either next, or is taking it to add back to the line.
Cate is here, but mostly for moral support for her fellow marines. So far she hasn't stepped up in line, probably thinking along the same lines as Beckham. "Nice!" she cheers on Eva. Hibernians represent.
While the others are in line shooting, Beckham and Tamlin are making a bet and bickering playfully as they always do. "Fine, you can sgoot first, Dorn." the medic offers, stepping aside to allow the Deckie to go first as she steps up to the line. She fires three shots, scoring a 8, 23, and 6 and looks at Beckham. "If you can't beat that, are you really even a Marine?" she teases him.
%% Beckham spends a luck point on Something in my eye....
After firing his first shot and missing, Beckham frowns. "Dammit, Tams." he mutters. "Fine, we'll take your last name." That's what they were bickering about? Apparently, because now that he's given it over to her, his next two shots are more on the target, and the Caprican medic ends up scoring a respectable 48 total. He won, but really, he already told Tamlin what he'd do, and she's totally going to hold him to it.
Maybe they gave Charlie one of the older rifles. Maybe it was an added challenge for the recon sniper. But then, the Lance Corporal's been rather out of sight since things went to shit on Canceron. Not released back to duty, but nothing that's kept her in medical. PTSD some have said. She may still be getting her legs back under her, as it were. The rifle is all but shoved into the hands of whoever is next. She doesn't even wait to see her score tallied- that final miss was a loss enough for her. All she does is glance to Cate and try to smile for her friend before aiming out. Probably back to her bunk.
"C'mon Becks, are you gonna let a deckhand out-shoot you? No offense, Dorn," Cate calls over good-naturedly. Arms crossed, she watches the contest idly. When he hits the second time, she's like. "All right, that's better." Charlie gets a weak smile back, sympathetic.
"Come on, Rhodes. You can wrassle crocodiles, let's see you shoot!" Beckham calls out to his fellow medic with a playful smirk as he moves to settle back, after a quick cheek kiss from Tamlin as she heads back to duty.
Cate protests, "I didn't wrestle the crocodile, I yelled for someone to shoot it." While holding onto poor Wynick. Details. But some of the other marines also nudge her into it so finally she throws up her hands. "Fine, fine." She heads up in line and picks up the rifle.
The whole firing range goes quiet when Cate's scores come back and she's propelled to the top of the score chart as even Beckham is left to stare at the Doctor. "...holding out on us? Secretly recon too, Doc?"
Apparently whoever gets the gun after Charlie isn't having any of that. "HEY!" They holler at the person handling equipment. "The balance is shit." The Private tasked with things stars to shrug, but it sets off enough of a snit that someone runs down Charlie and gets her back in to take another shot with a new one. Not a whole new set, but hey- at least one more go down the range. It at least helps her numbers a little. She's still not as happy, but not as upset about it either. That is until she sees how Cate does. Well, alright, you can't call her upset. More baffled, really. You know that feeling? When you're really happy for your friend, but if they weren't your friend... you'd probably be plotting against them? That feeling.
"Frak," Geoff says when he turns around to see Cat's score go up. He heads over towards her so he can shake her hand. "You frakkin' nailed it!"
Nobody is more surprised than Cate herself by the scores. When Geoff comes over to shake her hand, she does so with a sort of dumbstruck expression. "Thanks." Then she registers Beckham's words. "Guess learning to shoot a rifle by getting flung into the deep end helps." This causes her to slant a glance over at Charlie and a helpless shrug.
"Guess so," Geoff says brightly in return, clapping Cate on the shoulder. "Let me buy you a drink to celebrate!"
"Damn, Cate, remind me never to get on your bad side in a fire fight." Beckham shakes his head, as it seems that the medic has scored highest in the competition so far. But hey, it gives people something to strive for, after all.
The top shot competition is starting to slowly wind down. And to the surprise of everyone, especially the medic herself, Cate is at the top of the board currently. There's a few privates and such that are trying to catch anywhere near her score, though there's now a rumor going around that he or she that can outshoot Cate can woo her hand as well.
Cate smiles a little at Geoff, still a little boggled by it all. "Sure, thanks." Beckham's remark gets a smirk. "Well, hey, medic solidarity and all." Nobody tells Cate the rumour of course, but she overhears a snippet that makes her go, "Wait, what?" suspiciously.
"Nothing!" the other privates deny, unconvincingly. That just makes her eyes narrow more.
At least she redeemed herself a little bit. Kinda. Sorta. But Charlie has ghosted. Back to her bunk, likely. It's a nice place to be- especially when most people are off ship enjoying the shipyards if not Argentum Bay.
"You wanna stay here and bask in the glow a little longer, or head out?" Geoff asks Cate with a tilted smile.
Late to the show, Chance has just gotten off of guard duty down at the armory and hauled ass to get down to the firing range for the contest before it ended. He shows up, panting just a bit, "I'm here, I'm here! Gimme a lane." he calls out, using his booming Sergeant's voice to make sure he's heard.
Cate gestures towards the latest arrival. "Let's see how the big guys does." She'll learn his name eventually, promise. And probably then give him a silly shortened version. Give her time.
"Better hurry, Sergeant, before someone makes Cate's head swell further!" Beckham calls out as there is a firing lane for the big sergeant to take his shots down.
Geoff cranes his neck to see. "You know him?" Geoff asks.
And so, Chance moves off down to the open lane indicated, unslinging his duty rifle, which is NOT the heavy machine gun he prefers. He gets to the lane and checks the weapon, loading in a clip and flipping off the safety before setting his feet and taking aim. Uggh. The rifle is so small...Still, time for the pew pew.
"Hey, hey," Geoff says to Cate at this Caprican insult, but he doesn't actually seem angry. He gives the Virgon marine a bit of side-eye then looks back to Cate. "Oh, frak, he did pretty good. I want to stand behind him in the next firefight."
Glancing at the Virgon, Beckham frowns a little. "When one of us is elbow deep in you to try to put you back together again, you'll wonder what the frak you just said, and kiss her ass when she puts you back together again." comes the response as the medic does come to Cate's aid for a moment. "We're in this together, jackass." he mutters as he goes to start to lean back against the backwall.
In quick bursts, rounds are sent down lane by Chance, aka That Big Ass Sergeant Over There (TBASOT), the target taking hits in the chest, chest and head from the attempts. Not perfect, but he didn't miss, which is a plus. Center mass isn't bad afterall. He squints down range and then turns his safety on, looking over at the others still present, "How'd you guys do?" he calls out.
"Sorry," Cate offers, and seems genuinely contrite - especially after getting a taste of the home-insulting medicine thrown back at her. "That was a shitty thing to say." Beckham gets a grateful look, and then she nods then about Chance. "Pretty good yeah. So Beckham, are we all done?" The question about how they did has Cate looking down at the floor, awkwardly.
Geoff laughs gently at Cates apology. "Listen, you're pretty delicate if something that light cuts you." He snorts and glances to Beckham. "Did Cate win yet?"
"In that big of a hurry to try to fail at getting in her pants, Courtois." Beckham responds with a lift of a brow and a smirk as he looks over at the scores. "Yeah, sorry, Rhodes, you picked the wrong night to get weird ass luck. Niemec and Dundonnell came awful close, though." he points out, trying to help her find the bright side. "And he's right, it's one thing here - where you have steady nerves and hands, and different out in the field. I wouldn't sweat it." he moves, settling his hand on Cate's shoulder for a moment, a squeeze before he goes to track down his wife.
A nod is offered at Cate, one of appreciation, "Nice job then..." he offers and slings his rifle over his shoulder walking over towards the others. "If I'd had a machine gun..." he trails off and offers a quick shrug, then sticks out a hand, "I'm Chance Daly, by the way. Haven't really gotten around to meeting anyone yet."
Cate rolls her eyes at Beckham, then greets Chance. "Cate Rhodes. Not bad shooting yourself." She glances sidelong to Geoff. "Maybe I am. But do you mean what you said or what he said? Being light, I mean." She looks confused.
Geoff laughs at Beckham's comment. "The frak /you/ talking about?" he asks, looking amused. He sticks out a hand to Chance. "I'm Geoff Courtois. I thought you did pretty good." Then he snorts at Cate. "I meant what /you/ said. Old motherfrakker over there crossed the line."
"Beckham N.. Dorn." Might as well get used to it, Sergeant. The medic gives a shake of his head with a chuckle. "She who has the money makes the rules after all." he teases lightly, offering a grin to the Staff Sergeant. "We rode down together to Canceron." he says, before he smirks at Geoff, and since it seems things are winding down, he's making his way out of the firing range.
Chance shakes hands with Cate and then Geoff, nodding to each. Then he snap points at Beckharm, "Right, right, the medic." He runs a hand over his stubble of hair on his head. "Yeah, it wasn't too bad. Been doing this as long as I have, pretty good isn't too impressive. Y'know?"
Geoff smiles at Chance. "Sure it is," he says. "But hey, if you want to seem more impressive, just tell me it's your first day."
"Considering your usual weapon, I think you deal more in volume than finesse." Beckham says with a grin over at the big marine before he steps out into the hallway to head on his way.
Cate smirks at Beckham, "C'mon, it's not like you'd make her take the name you hate, right? I'm still calling her Dorn and you Becks though." She aahs to Geoff then. "Ah right. Still not cool."
||~ Name ||~ First Shot ||~ Second Shot ||~ Third Shot ||~ Total ||
|| Cate || 34 || 34 || 19 || 87 ||
||Antoine|| 25|| 37|| 22|| 84||
||Beckham ||28*|| 35|| 13|| 76||
||Chance ||20|| 20|| 35|| 75||
||Liv ||21|| 39|| 7|| 67||
||Eva ||20 ||23|| 21|| 64||
||Hale ||31|| 21|| 12|| 64||
||Charlie|| 13|| 25|| 23*|| 61||
||Gustavo|| 16|| 23|| 14|| 53||
||Kazimir|| 6|| 28|| 13|| 47||
||Erin ||7|| 13|| 26|| 46||
||Geoff ||6|| 23|| 14|| 43||
||Tamlin|| 8|| 23|| 6|| 37||
* Luck Point Reroll