Aldrich and Lyn train on the Firing Range.
Location: Firing Range
Related Scenes: None
Scene Number: 278
Another day, another training session. This time at the firing range! Aldrich has his plate full, these days, and he's looking it. Between the marines and pilots coming back from missions, his own missions, keeping the chapel services running, and his training schedule, he is starting to look a little frayed around the edges... But he still shows up in a fresh-pressed uniform and freshly shined boots, even if he's not exactly bright-eyed and bushy tailed. After he has checked out a weapon to work with, he claims one of the lanes and sets up there to go through the routine of checking it and getting used to it while he waits for Lyn to join.
Lyn has a few different weapons checked out from the armory for the two of them to practice with. Her usual carbine, with its scope on the side, a sniper rifle, a pistol, and an SMG. Time to see what Aldrich does best with, while brushing up on her own skills. She is looking a bit worn around the edges herself. Picon has been a very busy theater of war, and she's been in the field a lot. "You look like I feel," she murmurs to the Chaplain with a weary smile. "What would you like to work on first?"
Aldrich glances up from what he's doing, with a look that suggests he's not sure how to take that. After a second, he just smiles. "Well, /you/ look like a spring morning," he claims, and glances to the various weapons she's taken out. "Originally I was more comfortable with the pistol," he admits, with a gesture to the pistol he's checked out: probably his own favorite. "Though I'll admit I'm getting better with the rifle with all the practice I've been getting. I don't think I've used the others since basic."
Lyn chuckles. "I thought chaplain's don't lie. I look like death warmed over, I know that." She picks up the pistol from the bunch, as well as the SMG. "The sub-machine gun is basically a machine pistol. Unlike a pistol, you can fire a burst, or go full auto, but your accuracy goes down the tubes for the latter and I don't recommend that." She sets the pistol down so she can break down the SMG and show him the various parts. "It has much greater penetrating power than a pistol, and the dual grips help with aim, but it also has some serious recoil, more than a rifle."
Aldrich looks at Lyn a little oddly. "I think other chaplains lie rather frequently. But I don't, if I can help it," he claims, and then adds, "I think you're just being hard on yourself." Or else he's wearing rose-tinted glasses. In any case, he slowly smiles as she launches into an explanation of the submachine gun, but listens attentively.
Lyn steps up to the line, loading in a full magazine and flicking the safety off. She dons the ear and eye protection, sends the target sheet out a standard distance, and fires off a burst down the lane to demonstrate. The three rounds strike the target but, this is clearly not her weapon of choice, as they don't hit any real vital sections of the cylon outline. She steps back, clears the weapon, and takes the ear covers off. "Give it a try."
Aldrich puts on his own ear covers and eye protection before Lyn starts shooting, and watches her. When she's not looking, he does get the faintest goopy look, but he wipes it off to replace it with a more serious look before she can look back and catch him. "Sure..." he agrees, and accepts the SMG. He takes a moment to center himself, takes a breath, and goes for it. He gets a little closer on the first shot than Lyn's, though his second two veer off due to the recoil. He steps back and pulls down the ear covers. "Huh, I don't know. It's okay, but that recoil, though..."
Lyn puts her ear protection back on before he starts his run, and she watches with wide eyes and more than a little admiration as he does a far better job than she did. No doubt, his comfort with a pistol has translated well to the SMG. She may have also been glancing at his backside but she'll never admit it! "Nice shooting, Al! How did that feel to you? It has better penetration than the pistol, the ability to burst or full auto fire, and holds 30 rounds instead of 10. Which means you don't have to swap mags as much in the middle of a firefight. Even my rifle only holds 20."
Aldrich nods a little, and gives her a crooked grin. "Beginner's luck," he claims, brushing off the compliment. He considers the target, thoughtfully, and then decides, "I suppose I could get used to the recoil, over time. That's what the gym is for, right?" He chuckles.
"The gym and firing range practice. Mostly the latter though," Lyn explains. "It's just about getting used to how to reposition your aim between the shots to balance out the recoil, so it's more of a familiarity thing than a muscles thing." She then steps up with the rifle, sans scope, and sends out a fresh target. She is clearly far more familiar with this weapon, and her shots are much more confident and in better areas. She steps back and clears it. "This is what I use mostly. It has less recoil than the SMG, more than the pistol, and the benefits are in between the two. 20 shot magazine, burst fire, but no full auto. As a bonus, I can use a scope on it for single shots from a greater distance when on recon."
Aldrich listens attentively once again as Lyn speaks, and when it's his turn, he takes the rifle and weighs it in his hands a bit to get a feel for it. Then he steps up to the lane. For a split second, it seems like he's going to show Lyn up, but then the last shot goes wild with the recoil and doesn't even hit the target. Hopefully it at least was still aimed in that general direction... When he steps back, he's grinning a little. "See? Beginner's luck. And it's already wearing off. This one is nice, though."
"It's my personal favorite," Lyn admits, grinning at him like she's twitterpated. Yes, that is a Bambi reference. "You're fairly familiar with the regular pistol." She steps up to send out another fresh target and her stance is far different with the lighter weapon, turned to the side a bit, and firing one handed. "This one makes it easier to fire while making yourself a smaller target." The firing is much, much slower, with a pause in between the shots, but giving the enemy her profile is a much thinner slice of her body than facing forward. Her shots all hit, the last one right in the center of the Cylon's head, but again, not her weapon.
Aldrich nods and gives a bit of a grin. "Yeah, I think being a smaller target is what I like best about it... Plus it doesn't weigh you down quite as much." He stands back to watch her shoot, and gives a little nod to acknowledge the headshot. Then, he takes the pistol, mimics her pose, and then take three careful shots. The second mimics her head shot, with the others not too far off. "I'm going to have to get assigned to missions with you," he observes, as he steps back to survey the results. "You're good luck."
Lyn chuckles at that, looking impressed at his shots. "Very nice. You should probably stick to the pistol for now, but put in some time with the others. You never know when you might have to improvise with another weapon," she notes. Being out there with the ground forces means things can go sideways in all sorts of ways and she wants him to be prepared so he can come back to her. "And I'm pretty sure you're the good luck. I've barely been scratched the last six weeks."
Aldrich lifts a shoulder a little. "The pistol doesn't do much damage. That's why I switched to the rifle for awhile," he admits. "But I'll probably go back to the pistol. It's useful to have a hand free to shoot and help the medics at the same time." He grins a little, but it has a tilt of worry to it as he warns, "It's bad luck to call too much attention to that, you know."
"I don't believe in luck. I believe in skill. And that the gods only give us what we can handle, as long as we're on the right path," Lyn says quietly, with a small smile.
Aldrich shakes his head a little. "I believe in the gods," he replies, gently. "And they aren't always kind. Just... be careful, okay? Just in case they've only forgotten about you for a little while." He reaches over to kind of brush her arm, with a faint smile.
Lyn takes the hand that brushed her arm for a moment to give it a squeeze. "I'm always careful, Al. Believe me. As careful as I can be and still do my job. Not always an easy line to walk. Saving people is at my core. It's what was around me since childhood, and what I did before the war."
Aldrich nods a little, "I understand." He chuckles a bit and squeezes her hand. "I'm out there as a volunteer, remember?" Some of the shine has returned to his eyes, and it's probably not the big fancy guns. Speaking of which... "Should we check these back in and visit the Mess? My treat," he jokes.
Lyn chuckles and nods at the offer. "Now, Al, you'll spoil a girl," she teases, gathering up the gear to return to the armory.