Mercer puts the marines through their paces for their qualifications. Some pilots crash the gig.
Location: Scorpia Training Ground
Related Scenes: None
Scene Number: 353
"First is the obstacle course. That's a time trial." There's a big wall, a swing over a mud pit, a crawl under barbed wire with machineguns (firing blanks) shooting overhead, and a balance thing going over stumps.
"Next is the firearms skill test." That would be disassembling and reassembling your service weapon and getting quizzed on a few components.
Mercer points. "Third you've got the marksmanship test. You know the drill there."
"Fourth is the first aid station. Try not to kill my mock casualties people," he says dryly.
"And when everyone's gone through the course, the final test is the land navigation march. We'll go over the details of that once we get there. Any questions?"
"Shit, Gunny, you take all the fun out of quals." Beckham comments lazily, though he's still getting used to the return of weight to his back. Adjusting his hips and straps a bit as he pulls the shemagh down into place as he glances towards the course. "You get a participation ribbon for slowest times?"
Gage only ended up having one or two... probably three (maybe more?) beers the day before, so he's ready and rested to go. He's dressed in shorts and dual-tanks, arms folded across his chest as he listens closely to the Gunny. He smirks, at the mention of killing mock-people. "Just a motivation for people not to get injured around me, Gunny," he calls back, wryly. He uncrosses his arms, shaking them out before stretching.
Lyn is looking rested and in good spirits from the semi-leave. She doesn't appear to have any hangover either, so she's ready for the qualifications. She rented that little cottage for just a couple of days, but it seems to have done wonders for actually getting some sleep. She's in her gear and replies with, "No question, Gunny."
Cate is here, looking a little less tired than she has in the past few weeks. Shore leave must've done her some good. "Like we need extra motivation not to get injured?" she quips to Gage.
Mercer deadpans to Beckham, "Yeah it's called getting to clean the heads on the new ship. Sure it won't take the company long to make a frakking mess of them."
Being a pilot, Irene isn't forcing herself into the huddle of marine participants. Maybe she's just here to heckle or cheer from the sidelines, or she got lost on her way to the raptor parking lot. She's not alone, tromping happily along with Faye. "Is that the mud pit where they beat each other up?" She'll ask the other pilot, pointing vaguely towards the obstacle course where there is, indeed, a mud pit.
Instead of wearing duty blues like he usually does, Kell is actually dressed in a more appropriate outfit as if he was thinking of participating in the qualifications that the Marines are holding. Oddly enough, he missed out on the one that was for the Air Wing but he is here today, instead. Today's qualifications is much different compared to what was hosted on the Vanguard, as it was just the marksmanship qualifiations that day. That doesn't deter the young, newly pinned, Leftenant from stepping up to watch and possibly try to have a go at it, at least the marksmanship portion. For now though, Kell remains silent, just watching for the time being.
Nudging Cate, Beckham gives a smirk. "You gonna keep me company in cleaning the heads?" he asks with a lift of his brows, "Or are you... 'busy'?" Apparently he's heard rumors of where Cate was during the awards ceremony.
Beckham glances over to Faye and Irene and gestures as he adds, "You two want to have it out in the mud pit, be my guest. I'll just need to hit the ATM first."
"Just doing my part to make your life a bit easier, Doc," Gage comes back to Cate, with a twitch of lips. He notices the arrival of the pair of pilots, with a twitch of brows, but swings attention back towards the Gunny. Focus!
Faye walks right alongside Irene giving a laugh as she casts her eyes over the group of them. She wasn't, at all, off out here because she was going to jump in. No way. A flash of her smile to the raptor pilot next to her and a raise of an eyebrow, "One would hope. It does look like fun -- kinda like the old days."
Faye's attention flips over to Beckham and she gives a snort with a shake of her head from side-to-side, "Might as well grab a camera crew while you're at it, sell some tickets."
Cate looks over at the nudge. "Frak no. If I can't beat the guy who just got out of the hospital, I'll be too busy crawling away in shame," she says with a good-natured little smile. She arches her eyebrows at his remark to the pilots, glancing over briefly at the new arrivals.
Lyn grins at the banter and works on some stretches to make sure all the creaks and pops are removed before she's up.
Mercer also looks toward the new arrivals, looking stern in his aviator shades. He overhears Faye's remark then says, "Fun, sir? Yes in frakking deed. Arda - how's about you lead us off."
"I'm sure Tamlin's gonna laugh her ass off when she sees my scores, Cate. Which is why you ain't telling her." Beckham gives Cate a smirk. "Or I'll tell her about why they had such a hard time finding you at the after-party." he is totally going to hold that over her head. Because come on, she even looks in better spirits.
"Hey, sarge." Irene greets, letting Faye do the witty reparte with the guy. She's a bit too distractable because of all the stuff, and things, and marines and wrestling pits everywhere. The excitement is real. She's also brought a camera, so she snaps off a shot of the group before they get gunged up. Seeing Gage through the viewfinder she calls out, "TOMAK! HEY TOMAK! Good luck!" It's hard to tell if she's genuinely being friendly or trying to embarrass him.
Still stretching, Gage lifts his hands to call, "Go Arda. Hoorah!" The encouragement he gives his fellow marine pales by comparison with the one that Irene calls out. Maybe he's gone deaf? He's not looking over again, anyway.
"Yes sir, Gunny," Lyn replies to Mercer. She steps up to the starting line of the obstacle course and hunkers down in preparation, waiting for the starting signal.
When the signal is given, Lyn dashes towards the wall, and for her, that shouldn't be much of a challenge, being a trained climber. She's up and over in good fashion, and dashing on towards the rope swing. She leaps up and grabs hold making it over the pit, and does her crawl though it slows her down a little. The stumps are made over without falling, but her time isn't so great.
Her marksmanship with her rifle goes much better, as does her weapon disassembly, and she manages not to kill the mock injured. She doesn't look pleased with her results at all.
A turn of her head to see who Irene first addressed and she flicks her eyes up and down along Mercer, he did just talk to her as well which doesn't hurt with grabbing her. The eyes head back toward his as she gives a short nod, "Gunny. Looks like quite the matron you got for your Marines today." A flash of a smile before Her attention gets dragged away. The pilot next to Irene instead looks to who the other was calling out to, "Wait, is that what his name is? Tomak?"
"Dammit, I only got back a couple of days ago, Cate, cut me some slack, I don't have any of the juicy shit yet to deal with. That's Arda, right? I think I missed her coming on board. Everything seems to be changing." This causes Beckham to frown for a moment as he gives a tip of his head to Irene. "Ran into her on the boardwalk myself. Perhaps not for the same reasons you were on the boardwalk, but to each their own. Mikolas still around and raising hell?"
Mercer makes note of Lyn's time. He doesn't comment though, distracted by Faye's remark, "Quite the what sir?" Maybe he missed part of the comment, or just didn't understand. But before she replies, he calls out, "Tomak, you're up next."
"I guess he didn't hear me." Irene says, confusedly, before turning the camera on Faye to get a closeup profile picture. Maybe too close, like it'll turn out to mostly be nose. "Yeah, Tomak. He's pretty funny, except that he's not supposed to be funny at all, so you have to pretend he's not or he gets upset." That all explained, she lets her attention wander, watching Lyn's progress through the course and clapping, hand to wrist (because camera), when she seems to be doing well.
Cate is happy to play gossip tour guide for Beckham. "Yeah that's Lyn Arda. From Aquaria. Recon. She's dating the chaplain now." She says all this while Lyn is still making her way back and is still out of earshot. Once Lyn gets closer though she calls out, "Nice job, Lyn."
"Nice work, Arda!" Gage calls, still moving -- sometimes stretching, sometimes just shifting his weight -- like he's trying to work off excess energy, which might be a bad choice just before an obstacle trial. Definitely not nerves, no. With a last stretch, Gage moves up to the starting line as the Gunny calls his name. He takes a breath, leans his weight forward for a running start, and looks towards Mercer. "Ready, Gunny," he calls, waiting tensely for the signal to start.
"Mud run." Faye comments back to Mercer, "That's what we used to call the quals back when I wasn't sitting in nice cushy seats." A shift from one foot to the other and a look out as the people are making the runs. Okay, she really was getting tempted. I mean, it couldn't hurt to try it for old-times sake right? A slow smile starting to spread along her lips ever wider until she catches sight of Irene next to her.
"Oh Gods!" She says, flinging her arms up to stop from the photo being taken, "Noooo, I look like hell." A laugh and then a look back out toward Tomak who just finished his run. "Yeah, he was pretty entertaining at the party. Kept drinking and toasting, always a plus."
Lyn grimaces at Cate and holds a hand to the small of her back. "Not that good. I feel like I'm getting old or something," she bemoans. She watches Gage go through and squints. "Or maybe I'm just bad." Since he's not much younger than she is. She nods to Beckham. "Dorn right? I think I saw you in passing at the party thing on Canceron we held for morale."
Off Gage goes, towards the wall. His height makes the climb a bit easier, maybe, stretching and pulling himself up and over with relative alacrity. His speed holds through the rope swing, though he has to slow to crawl through the pit, smearing his tanks with dirt before he heads through the stumps. He's breathing heavily by the time he reaches the firearms, though he manages to steady his breath while he's disassembling and reassembling the firearm -- that's like breathing for a well-trained marine -- before he holds his breath for at least a few impressive shots, looking vaguely satisfied. He doesn't disgrace himself at the first-aid, either, and in fact, looks surprised he does so well. All in all, he seems happy with his performance, as he walks back over to join the marines off to the side, even a bit of a grin appearing.
Mercer nods to Faye, tilting his head a little with curious interest when she mentions a time before cushy seats. "Ah, yes, sir, gotta keep 'em on their toes." He catches the other marines chitchatting and snaps, "Beckham, you're next. Shake of those cobwebs from all that lounging around." When Gage comes back around he says, "Nice times, Tomak."
Cate shrugs to Lyn. "Least you didn't fall in the mud. It's all relative." When Beckham's name is called she says, "Go get 'em buddy."
Irene waits until Lyn has run the course before getting a picture of her, like she's taken it upon herself to be the Timber Wolves media officer for the day. It's not like she has no experience at all in that department, even if she's usually on the other side of the camera. "Good run!" She congratulates before bouncing back over to Faye, this time she gets a photo of her ear, probably. Maybe by the end she can assemble a full portrait. As for the talk of Gage, she nods and notes, "He was really impressed with your drinking... Oh, look, I think he's done." She's a bit more stealth about taking his picture, leaning out around Faye so he might not see her. It'll look more candid, and stuff. Yeah.
When Lyn spurs his memory, Beckham snaps his fingers. "Right, that.." he starts to say when Mercer calls out for him. The party. Right before he got a bullet to the spine, and it was doubtful if he would even be able to walk again. There's a wide smile given to the sergeant. "Since we have all these pilots here, you gonna give us some top shelf alcohol if we ace this beast?" he asks teasingly. "I mean, I've been pampered with jello for the last couple of months, this shit's slacking." Dropping his gear, Beckham closes his eyes for a moment to prepare as he approaches the starting line. Two months. Therapy, rehabilitation, all of it - if he can't make it through the course, he has to return to Aerilon. He already knows the deal. But he has to do it. He's too stubborn not to. "Ready." he finally mutters.
The next one Faye didn't see coming, nor did her ear, as it's picture is taken. AGAINST ITS WILL! Her ear is not amused, but the sound of the camera doing its thing makes Faye turn her head just in time to see Irene is leaning out to snap another picture and she lets out a laugh. "You having fun?" She asks her fellow pilot, turning her head to catch sight of who Irene exactly was snapping a picture of and giving another little chuckle. Either way, the pale woman gives Irene a nudge in the ribs.
"C'mon, why don't we both give it a shot, hm?" A wiggle of her brows as she leans in to whisper in a conspiratorial way, "If you do, I bet that redhead will lay off a little."
Lyn returns Gage's fistbump and re-stretches her back. "I'm feeling creaky today," she chuckles to Cate.
Beckham starts off strong enough. He's moving through the course, but eventually pain and fatigue start to get to him. It hit's hardest at the rope climb as he tries to pull on all of his weight and he can feel it collapsing on the plated part of his spine and he does indeed fall into the mud. Pushing himself up with grim determination, he tries again, this time clearing the obstacle. With the mud still on him, he seems to at least remember how to shoot and when he gets to the weapons and medical stations, the training kicks in more than anything and he is able to cruise through those before returning to the start. "Frak." is all he manages as he starts to stretch his back, but moves so that the momentary painful wince is hidden. "Made it, at least."
Mercer makes a pfft noise to Beckham's question. "You think I'm buying you fancy booze? Shit." He calls go, and watches with a frown as Beckham rounds the course. He knows there's more at stake for the medic, being recently returned to duty, than the others. But Beckham skates by, and Mercer gives an approving nod. He makes a vague motion. "Rhodes, you're up."
Cate smirks at Lyn. "Think we're all a little creaky." The smirk fades as she watches Beckham, chewing her lip a bit when he falls. "You okay?" she asks Becks, concerned, but then she's being called off. "All right, Gunny." She goes to get into position.
Cate may be feeling creaky, but it doesn't show as she makes it easily through the obstacle course. The firearms part is more mediocre, passing but nothing to write home about. She goes through the motions on the first aid station, finding the whole thing a bit ironic. Then she's making her way back toward the group, a little out of breath.
Mercer gives just a satisfied nod, noting the times on his chart. "Anderson, you're up."
"Settle for a beer," Gage tells Beckham, as he gets back. Maybe it's an offer rather than an observation, given there's something sympathetic briefly in the marine's gaze. "Heard you took a bullet in the back while being hunted by like, all the cylons in the city?" Well, tales do spread and get exaggerated, so. "Frak, man. That's something," he gestures towards the course, then to Dorn. His attention swings towards the course, following Cate's progress.
"Gravy." Beckham's smile is muddy and grim, but there's at least a little humor offered in it. "I'll get you Tam's mail address later so you can send her a copy. She'll love it." Rolling his eyes, he claps for Cate as she goes through the course. "Come on, ain't like someone's not shot you twenty times, you old woman!" he calls after her, then gives shoulder a mudprint courtesy of a clap as he shakes his head at Gage. "Nothing like that.. Centurion sniper in the woods of Canceron while we were on a rescue mission." Even better than the city story, really.
"Way to go Cate!" Lyn cheers the medic on. When Rhodes rejoins them she smiles. "Well you outdid me on that course for sure. Well done."
Gray has been doing just a little bit of warming up on the sidelines, watching everyone and making relevant notes in his mind of what to do (or not to do) in each part. He nods to Mercer as his turn is announced, by now almost impatient and ready to get rolling. "On it, Gunny!"
As more Marines continue to go, Kell watches on quietly as not wanting to intrude on the comraderie that the Marines have with each other. Nor is he as exciteable as Irene and Faye appear to be, especially when one is armed with a camera. When he sees the two pilots moving towards the Gunny to make their request, Razor actually heads in that direction too, most likely wanting to hear what Mercer's judgement is on letting pilots in on the course as well.
Gage grunts, briefly. Maybe he's disappointed by Beckham's correction of the story? Who can say. "Nice work, Doc," he welcomes the medic back with a nod. And then it's the other engineer's turn, Gage watching Gray with a keen interest. "Do us proud, Anderson," he calls. It's very possible he misses the end of the man's run, because he's noticed Faye and Irene approaching with a twitch of brows, that one that turns into a lift of brows as he catches Faye's words. He grunts, eyeing the pair, and though there's amusement, there's definitely interest on the marine's part to see how they'll do. "The LT's a marine, Gunny," he adds, with a jerk of thumb to Faye, like that might sway the decision. Once a marine, always a marine.
Irene gives Beckham a thumbs up after she checks her screen. Must look good enough to mail to the wife because she doesn't try to stop him for a reshoot. She's mucking around with it for a while after though, splitting her attention between that, Cate's progress and Faye. She gives the latter a oh-my-god-why sort of look when she starts asking the Gunny, half pretending she missed that development to instead snap a photo of Cate at the finish. "Good work!" She cheerfully offers the medic.
Mercer makes some more notes on his clipboard at Gray's performance, the slightest of nods for the combat engineer when he comes back. He looks over at Faye's query and then actually grins. "You want to give it a go? Well far be it from me to stand in the way of a challenge." Then he hears Gage's comment and his eyebrows lift over the rim of the sunglasses. "Ex marine - not so soft then, I think. But have at it, sirs." He motions toward the course.
Cate gives Beckham a friendly scowl when she gets back to the group, since she couldn't really react to his taunting out on the course. "Old woman huh?" She nods to the congrats from the others. "Thanks"
"That was ages ago." Faye says back to Gage with a grin, maybe like one who caught the canary as she gives a shrug of her shoulder. Clearly now she has to at least pass, oh boy! She turns her head back toward Mercer and a nod of her head -- she makes a grab toward Irene's camera and a crinkle of her nose, "Go! Gogogogo! You're up! Show them what for, I'll snap all sorts of bad pictures of you!" Even if she doesn't get the camera, she keeps trying to grab for it while saying it.
Gage definitely looks pleased at Mercer's call. He steps closer to the pilots, grinning as Faye indicates Irene to go ahead of her. "You never forget that kind of training," he replies, with a shift of shoulders that's a near shrug. "Take some good shots. Bound to end up on some recruitment poster," he adds to Faye, not overly quietly, clearly intending Irene to hear as he settles in to watch with interest.
Oh gods. It's on? Irene sucks in a long breath, narrows her eyes at Faye for what she's just done. There may be some retaliation later if this goes badly. Maybe some mild stabbing. Still, she gives up her camera, strips to her double tanks and as she pads lightly to the starting line she gathers her wavy hair up into a high ponytail to keep it out of her face. Done, she shakes out her arms and legs in lieu of a proper warmup, glances to Mercer for the go ahead and books it when its given. This should be... interesting. Maybe to bleed off a touch of nerves she lets out a war cry of sorts as she hits the first obstacle.
Gray nods to Gage as he's off on his run. The obstacle course goes well enough. Gray bolts off for it, and one slip aside (which burns his time slightly) but...well, it's good enough. Which in a way means that it's /not/ good enough, but eh. He'll beat himself up over it later. Firearms...well, the targets are quite dead, so he'll take /that/ for what it's worth, even if he's still less than thrilled with his performance...but he makes a point of not letting it get under his skin, and stripping and reassembling his gun actually proves to be decent therapy after a fashion. Finally, he's onto the first aid station...and he comes away suspecting that while the dummies in queston end up in a horrid amount of pain, they're also still alive at the end of it and it'll be the medic's job once he's done with them.
"Well, you know, apparently shore leave makes you old." Beckham responds to Cate, giving her an innocent smile as Irene cries out. "I'll take some of that mud action, sir." he points out to Faye. Because that war cry made all the difference. right?
Since the pilots are up, Kell appears to be glad that the officers are being allowed a go on the Marine grounds. When Irene is the first to step up, Razor calls out support as pilots have to back each other up, "Good luck, Iris! Show them what you've got!" Joining Faye and Gage by Mercer, the Leftenant is watching on, a quick glance at the camera that no doubt holds some rather incriminating pictures of embarrassment and fun.
"I dunno, but next time they have sim training, I'm gonna fly one of them." Beckham says with a little snort towards Charlie.
Cate smirks back at Beckham. "Still young enough to beat you," she teases. Then she looks concerned. "You okay? I saw you wincing." She gives Charlie a little nod in greeting.
There's a cough from Gage that is an attempt to suppress a laugh at Irene's... war cry? "Points for enthusiasm, at least," he says, glancing sidelong briefly as Kell steps up, as if waiting for a moment to see if the other pilot will volunteer himself, before his attention goes back to Irene's progress on the course. "Go Harris!" he calls through cupped hands. He gives a nod of welcome to Wagner, grinning briefly.
Gray grins back at Beckham and Charlie. "Can I get in on that?" he asks. Not that he was even very good at flying sims on the holoband before the war, but hey! If the pilots can qual with the Marines, why not return the favor?
Okay, so Irene attacks the course like a tiny blonde savage, even if she definitely struggles over some of it. She just straight lacks the upper body strength of the Marines meant for this course. When she slips up, she gives that old Virgon war cry to shore herself up and tries again. Where she does shine is on the rope swing over the mud pit, not going ass over tea kettle into that mess. The dirt she ends up wearing is all from crawling under the barbwire, and that's plenty, honestly. At the marksmanship station she acquits herself even better, but she's not exactly Starbuck the sniper level of awesome. Taking the gun apart and putting it back together after is her roughest challenge, but she gets through that too, only pinching one finger bad enough to draw blood in the process. First Aid? No problem! She doesn't even yell through that part, but calmly does the patching up before turning her back on the victim dummy and strolling out to the finish, arms up, victorious. "I didn't die!"
Faye sticks out her tongue at the Irene as she heads off to go do her run with a wide grin spreading along her visage, she actually figured the other would do reasonably well. She seemed the competent sort. A pull up of the camera and she takes a couple pictures of Irene at the start line that could've been a UFO or perhaps an unidentified species before she gets the swing of the camera and catches one of her just finishing with her hair. AND SHE'S OFF!
Her fellow pilot keeps the camera up, letting out a cheer for her and a cackle of glee as she actually does pretty well. Reaching into a pocket she fishes out ten cubits and offers it over to Mercer (far be it from her to go back on a bet). "Gunny." She says with a grin, a look over to Kell now that she isn't looking through viewfinder. "Hold this please, it's Iris'." And with that she begins to give a quick stretch, a shake out of her limbs and a pad on up to the start line -- poised to go as soon as Gunny says it.
There's a moment where Beckham frowns, and he shakes it off as he glances towards Cate. "I.. it's just been a while." he lies. Then as Gray speaks up, he offers up a grin. "Oh frak yeah. We're totally crashing the sims first chance we get." This is all Faye's fault, remember this well.
Mercer looks amused watching the pilot going through the course. "Didn't die, and got passing marks on the first part. Not bad at all, sir."
There's an upnod for Gage from Charlie as she washes down the last of her sandwich with a drink of water. "I ain't gonna get in one of those simulators. I've heard them called vomit comets and I bet for good reason." She shakes her head before stepping up past the line towards Mercer. "Gunny," she calls, once he has a moment. "Once the pilots are done bumbling about-" a flash of a grin, "I'd like to see about getting my times in. Got held up on duty."
Gage's, "Frak me," suggests he's impressed with Irene's showing, glancing towards Mercer with a lift of brows as the Gunny indicates passing marks. "Nice work, Harris," he says with grudging admiration, even offering her a fistbump when she arrives back on the sidelines: she's earned it, apparently. And then it's Faye's turn, so he leans forward to watch, glancing sidelong for a moment to see whether Kell's capturing the moment with the camera or not.
Cate's frown and gentle nudge toward Beckham's arm shows that she's not buying his excuse, but she doesn't hound him further about it for now. She snorts at the mention of sims. "How's that fun?"
Kell is not the fun type of guy, or the carpe diem type of guy that Irene may be, unless under heavy influence of alcohol. So he is not snapping pictures, just holding it as asked by Faye, watching as the second pilot goes through the course as well.
Irene takes a knee, and quite a few breaths to get her wind back, all the while watching Faye progress. She did get her into this, after all. When she's able to, she pops up and jogs to the sidelines, out of the way. The fistbump is returned with a smile and her bleeding finger then stuck in mouth, dirt and all. "Mmm." She manages, though she'd probably be yelling if she could. All she manages is an encouraging bouncing on her heels for her fellow pilot.
Faye pushes off hard and starts off toward the course yelling out, "I'm gonna beat your ti-i-i-ime!" And with that she's clambering up and over the obstacles, a leap and a grab to snag the rope and she's over the next. Each one making her breath a bit harder as she is quite out of practice. But either way she's sprinting through the finish before going to the firing range. A grab of the weapon and she begins to shoot down range, another respectable bit of work before the firearms work. A look this way and that, damn it!
"Err." She says at first, seeming to suddenly forget all of her training from before. But she closes her eyes, takes a short breath and empties her mind. Time to let reflexes take over. She opens them back up and starts to grab the pieces. Sliding one to the other and calling out the various parts as she goes along, she reassembles the weaponry with only a slight hitch. Even the last station (never her best course) goes along without too much of a hitch. As she finishes up she lets out a long sigh and throws her head back. Muddy hands reaching up to run back through her hair and add that ''just finished'' look as she can finally breathe easier again.
Mercer watches Faye's progress with interest, and when she's done he says, "Like riding a bike, eh sir?" Then he hears Charlie speak. "Wagner - you were supposed to be in the next group." Which probably accounts for why her guard shift overlapped with the quals. "Well, you're here now - may as well get it over with." He motions her to the starting line.
@emit Gray grins. "Can't wait..." When Cate asks how it's fun, he gestures to one of the pilots somewhat indistinctly. "I dunno, ask /them/ about showing up here..." Beat. "Besides, didn't you ever at least /try/ flying something on the Holoband? Now you get to do it with a bunch of expensive government hardware!" Yeah, he has a grin...the idea of getting to play with an expensive toy and no threat of actually hurting anyone (or his career) and looking badass in the process? He's down with that. Hey, they might even get to play pilot dress-up and pull a cool photo-op as if they were government ministers or something?
Lyn watches the pilots do as well or better than her and grunts. "I need to work out more, I see," she grumbles.
Gage, too, doesn't seem keen on the idea of sims, even if it is to try and show up the pilots. That, or he's focused on watching Faye's run through the obstacle course, yelling, "HOO-RAH!" as she swings through the rope section. "Nice work," is his approval of Faye's fun, offering her a fistbump, too. "Not bad for a former marine," he adds, with a twitch of lips. When Charlie's name is called, he leans forward to call: "Kill it, Wagner!" in presumably support.
There's a helpless shrug from Charlie, "Guess I got the wrong details." She flashes Mercer a bit of a grin and a salute before moving to the starting line. One of her box braids is adjusted back into the elastic securing them out of her way from where it had begun to slip free ad she waits for the signal to begin. She lifts a fist into the air when she hears Gage's call. Time to show the pilots how it's done, right? In theory, at least.
A fistbump is definitely given back to Gage with a smile, "Gimme a micron." A jog back over to Mercer, hearing his comment as she looks over his shoulder to check how she actually did. Faye's lips curve into a frown as she thought she did better with the range but, whatcha gonna do? "You got it Gunny, though -- gotta admit -- I'm a lot more rusty on the hardware than I thought I was. Might have to actually check one out now and again to practice."
She crosses her arms across her chest then steps back. She did, however, do better than Irene and that makes her grin like she really did catch the canary (or the Raptor pilot). She starts back over to Gage and Irene, still catching her breath some and watching the late arrival run the source with an appreciative whistle to her proficiency at shooting things.
Logan shows up as well. He's still getting used to the group and the recent arrival surveys the field as people are working through their current quals. The oversized Recon Marine picks his way towards the starting line after slowly stretching out. He lets out a faint cheer as Charlie goes through her range. He pauses and then hmms, "I didn't know they gave bonus points for nut shots on the firing range as well." He says observing more to himself than anything as he tries to figure out how the quals work witht his group.
Cate shakes her head to Gray. "Nope, never did actually. But I guess if that's your thing..." She shrugs a bit disinterestedly. There's a little clap for Charlie. "Nice shooting Wagner. Put us all to shame."
Mercer nods to Faye. "Never hurts to shake the rust off." He frowns when Chance and Logan wander up late. "You two get the wrong times too? What the frak, was the clerk hungover or something. Shit. Go on then, Daly."
Lyn holds out a fist for Charlie on her way back. "Helluva round."
Gray shrugs to Cate...and then Logan shows up as Charlie completes what is a truly amazing run on the firing range. "Maybe we could see if they'll give bonus points for trick shots?" he smirks. As Charlie returns, Gray also offers a fistbump. "Frakking amazing there!"
As someone more geared for long-range recon, Charlie is more one for reserving energy than the hardcore intensive bursts of it. So these pushes of it on an obstacle course for a time trial? Not entirely her forte. She does well-enough for government work, but it's nothing to write home about. Disassembling, reassembling the carbine she's chosen to work with today; she's decent at that. It's not her sniper rifle, so a few things she does hover over briefly as she has to remember. No, that doesn't go there. Where's that pin- oh this thing doesn't have one of those. Why yes, Wagner did give herself just a bit of an extra challenge today. And no, none of Mercer's mock casualties die under her hand. It's in the marksmanship test, however, that Spectre shines and, well, it's where she damn well should. There's a reason she's been with the Timber Wolves since the Galactica and a reason she's the unit's primary sniper. The woman returns to the rest of the group already holding out a fist towards Gage.
Gage really does not look in the least surprised when Charlie figuratively kills it in the firearms test. He's seen her work out in the field. "Nailed it, Wagner!" he yells, as she finishes the course, reaching out a hand to fistbump the sniper when she comes by. When Faye rejoins them on the sidelines, he mutters to both her and Irene, "Best check your bunks for a few weeks after we get on the Dauntless, just to be sure. Might be some marines aren't much pleased with being shown up." And then he's turning attention towards the next two marines, watching their performances closely.
Logan inclines his head at the start go and then he sets to the obstacle course... like it's something that he's done every day for the better part of a decade. While he's fast it's also probably an explanation for those who wondered why he ended up in Recon rather than something else. Logan moves lightly on his feet throughout the entirety of the obstacle course and anything that requries body control and balance it's actually a bit disturbing. The most difficult part for him is actually getting his wide shoulders to stay clear of the barbwire. In the end though the rest of his trials are competent passing comfortably at least.
Chance doesn't waste time, he jogs over to the obstacle course. In shape, chance may be, but he's in shape in that large, bulky muscular way. So lithe, he is not so much. Chance manages to pass the obstacle course, but he's not going to set any land speed records doing it. Good enough will have to do. Next up, marksmanship. Chance is really more of a lay down fire and brimstone with a big old machine gun. Still, he manages to past muster and then some with a rifle. At least he manages to beat the basic badge he got last time. Expert will have to do for now. The next two stations...Well, he does well enough to pass. Barely. Maybe it's fatigue from just coming off duty or something. Or he just needs to bone up on the basics of the job...
Passing the camera back to Irene when she comes for her prized possession, Kell shakes his head at her question, "No, I'm going to ask the Gunny about the firearms qualifications once this is finished." He does lean in to whisper further, not wanting to voice it aloud with all the Marines around, "A few of them aren't happy either that we crashed their party, so I don't think it would do unit cohesion any good if more of us rub it in their faces." He then straightens and offers Iris a smile, pleased that his hand is no longer holding on to the camera that is supposed to be snapping away, not just to be held.
Faye's shoulder is headbutt and she lets out a laugh, wrapping an arm lightly about that collision for a brief moment before saying back, "In your dreams!" Another smile and a cant of her head, "Well, if they do give points for yelling, it would explain how you got a passing time." A stick of her tongue out as the other starts off. She crosses her arms over her front again, giving a nod in the direction of Charlie. A look back over to Gage with a sly smile sliding along her features.
"Guess I'll just have to task you with guard duty, huh Tomak?" A shake of her head from side-to-side with another chuckle and she gives another glance toward where Irene is getting of to. Oh... I wonder if there were any good pictures of her running the course?
There's a soft "oh" out of Irene and a glance to either side, as if half expecting some of the marines around to be giving her the evil eye. With the revelation from Kell and the warning from Gage, she's definitely wondering what she was dragged into. It takes a little shine off her mood, but she recovers when her camera is back in hand. She's right back to smiling actually, once she's taken enough of a step that she can get Kell into frame for a shoulders up portrait. "Sharp!" She beams before turning to try to catch the last two marines in the viewfinder before she misses their runs entirely.
"Yelling is a very important part of being a marine," Gage agrees, solemnly. "It's only fair to give the toasters at least some warning we're going to kick their asses." He whistles, impressed with the recon's run of the athletics course, brows raised. "Nice work, Lindus, Daly," he calls as each of the marines return from their run. Faye's reassignment of him to guard duty has the marine visibly scowling at her. "Aint no way. Would rather guard the head." Just.
After Charlie comes back, Gray next takes note of Chance and Logan taking their turn. Chance's troubles at the last two stations get jotted down in his mind...for a bit he's not entirely sure Chance has passed...but Logan totally smoking the obstacle course gets a grin, applause, and upon his return? A fistbump. Definitely a fistbump.
Settling in by Gage, Charlie rests back against something-or-another with her shoulder to watch Chance and Logan both at the course. There's a snort at mention of yelling being an important part of being a marine. "And that's why you aren't recon." For Logan, she lifts her chin in acknowledgement. "Nice work on the obstacle course."
Logan gives Gray a hefty fistbump. He inclines his head to Gage and Charlie. "Thanks. Hey Recon gets to yell. We just make sure someone else gets blamed for it." He suggests with his usual smirk. He grabs up a towel to towel down from his run. He looks to Charlie, "Know the other Recon folks did?" He asks curiously as he walks a bit to cool down and he nods to Chance and grins, "Sorry if I was distracting. Maybe next time we should just have everyone stop while I run the course. It's always more fun with an audience." He says brightly as he ribs the other Marine.
With an amused snort, Gage tosses a look towards Charlie. "If being a recon means having to keep my mouth shut? Hell, I'll take combat engineer any day of the week. Aint any fun unless you can make a little noise." Or a little boom, as the case may be. He glances curiously at Irene's camera. "Get anything recruitment worthy?" he asks.
Gray smirks at Logan's comment. "Sure, but we'd probably have to watch Charlie shoot." Not that he'd object...that was /art/. "So, you want to join us when we crash the sims, Lindus?" he asks. Turning to Gage he nods. "Yeah, I prefer yelling. Or making shit explode."
Lindus? The name prompts a sudden lift of a brow from Irene as soon as she hears it. She breezes over to the big recon man and under pretense of taking a photo, thoroughly looks him over. Whatever she sees there, confirms her suspicions and she gets almost kind of shy? How unlike her. Being addressed by Gage is her easy out, so she takes it after snapping a pic of the former Thresher. "I think so. Do you guys want a group shot of the whole unit? You Marines look great in mud."
"If y'all like watching me shoot so much, maybe I'll do my heavy weapons quals in a bikini," Charlie quips to Gray with a grin. "I'm sure that wouldn't distract anyone at all." She rests an arm against the carbine she's still wearing, other hand dropping into her pocket. "Now, I like a good boom as much as anyone else-" this, to Gage, "but all this hollering y'all do in the field, it's just too much. You gotta make well-timed noise."
Logan nods at Gray, "Sure. Why not. How hard can it be." He says in amusement. Then he pauses and leans in to the group, "Wait...do you think I'll fit?" He asks carefully. He at first doesn't seem to note Irene it just seems normal to him apparently to ignore the people taking the photo. Though when Irene is addressed he looks at her and then nods flashing her a bright grin, "What you talking about. Marines always look good. Just sometimes we have to get muddy or people will get a little too jealous." He shrugs though at the question about a group shot letting the others decide. He grins at Charlie, "There we go. We should have Recon quals. I'll wear skimpy athletic shorts and you can wear a bikini. We'll see who gets the bigger crowd."
A chuckle from Faye as she gives her head another shake from side-to-side, a glance back to Gage out of the corner of her eye as she adds, "If I ever start wearing a class ring, then you'd need to worry about that. It was too much fun to actually remember what it's like to-" Her eyes dart up and away as she thinks, "-move." She finally says with a nod. Then a nod and she meanders off toward Irene with a slow, waffling step as Gage is immersed in conversation with the rest of the Marines.
"Irene." She calls out, noting the slightly crestfallen look, "Don't believe everything, ya know." A wiggle of her eyebrows as she moves on up to her and Kell with her arms still crossed over her front.
There's a grumble from the large marine at his performance on the last two portions of the qualifications. At least his marksmanship went alright. Still, can't expect to barely pass and not get a ribbing. He eyes Logan though, and glares just a bit. Grr. "Yeah, real nice dancing you did there." He nods to the others, "I gotta shower. Catch you all later."
With a grin, Gage reaches out a fist towardsd Gray for a bump. "I hear that," he agrees, amused. And as Charlie talks of weapon quals in a bikini, he winces. "Shit. Don't take up that challenge, Anderson. Seen her kick Calhoun's ass, now he has to wear her underwear. She's a menance," which, for a marine, is probably a compliment. He's half watching Irene, so he spots her weird behaviour, even if he doesn't necessarily know the reason why. "You're both in mud too," he gestures to her and Faye, "Ought to be part of the shot," is Gage's opinion. "Get the Gunny to take the photo. Or your friend there," he adds to Kell.
Gray grins at the thought of Charlie doing her quals in various states of undress. "You could probably sell a /calendar/ of /that/..." he observes as neutrally as he can. Then Logan ponders if he'll fit. Shrug. "Only one way to find out..." If he gets stuck and they have something vaguely resembling official paperwork, getting him un-stuck will be Someone Else's Problem. And of course, the photo op suggestion gets a nod. "Oh, I wasn't thinking of the quals as a bet..." He'd lose that one. "I'd just like to /see/ it."
The marines are close enough together that, well, all it takes is Irene jogging off a few paces to get them all in frame. She'll even drag Faye back with her if she can. That's one without any pilots in the way, then she bounces back to Kell, "Would you mind? It's for the yearbook." She grins, letting her hair down as she's asking and running her fingers through the blonde waves a few times to make herself presentable, or more so.
There's an ''Ack!'' as Faye is pulled one way, theeeen the other way, she's at Irene's whims for the moment. A grin as she shakes her head with a reach up to sweep back her hair behind her ear. It doesn't do any good, but it does add a few more streaks of mud.
As the camera is passed back to him, Kell nods his head, "Sure, no problem." He says amiably and takes a few steps back so he can get everyone into the picture. When he has everybody properly bracketed, he says, "Everyone smile! On three!" Another pause and he stablizes the camera, then begins the countdown, "Three. Two. One." Click. Picture has been taken.
"I swear, what is it with you boys and your calendars?" Charlie's grinning, at least. She stretches before realizing Irene has the camera out and is arranging people for a photo. That's when the sniper starts looking for a way out. She'll just start sidling her way slowly behind Gage. "It's not a bet. You're talking about distracting. I'm just turning it up to eleven."
Logan seems to take the glare as part and parcel same as he does the cameras. He grins as everyone gets around setting up for the photo. He tilts himself to the camera so he isn't blocking anyone and even raises an arm up resting it on Irene's shoulder. He doesn't actually put his weight on her but he's flashing a grin and a thumbs up to the camera when it's time for the picture. He's clearly a bit of a ham for the camera. Charlie gets a grin, "Oh like you girls don't like cameras. You just don't have the thing for bikini's that we do. So you think your bikini's are 11?"
Yoink! Irene pulls Faye along yet again, laughing as she does. She's not too cool for group photos. Group photos are life. She'll park herself somewhere between Gage and Logan, striking a pose with extra ham and cheese, to make up for any deficiencies and lack of enthusiasm from the others. She's the honorary PR officer today, and possibly the morale officer too. "BISCUITS!" She yells, about the time she notices she's got a former Thresher's arm on her shoulder. It's a miracle she doesn't squee aloud.
Gray sort-of poses. He's not being dramatic or anything, but he /is/ looking in the general direction of the camera, for example. He's smiling softly for it as well. "Biscuits!" He also /hopefully/ doesn't blink when the picture is taken. And then he shoots a grin at Logan's remarks. Oh, this is going to be fun to watch when it happens...
Stumbling all along the way Faye soon finds herself in the picture that's being taken by Kell of them all. A little off balance a little slide and she comes to a stop somewhere in there as she turns her head in the direction of the camera. "Yeah, you're right, you offering to wear one?" She asks of Logan, but then there's the camera! A raise of her arms up over her head "BISCUITS!" Because why not? A large grin sliding along her, for whatever else -- she was still proud of herself for doing half-way-okay with the course.
Gage, for the record, doesn't 'biscuit'. What he does do, soon as the photo shoot is done, is make a suggestion: "Beer, anyone?" Maybe he's trying to visit all the bars before they leave Scorpia.
Chances are, Charlie doesn't make it all the way out of frame, but c'mon. She's just done quals after working a full guard shift. She looks an utter wreck. She's also got that thing where it doesn't matter how much warning she's given: she's always blinking when the photo goes off. Well, about nine times out of ten. For Logan, she grins once the photo is taken and relaxes out from almost-behind Gage: "The shooting is ten, so the bikinis must make it an eleven, right?"
Logan lets out a booming "Biscuits" of his own as the picture is taken and he grins lowering his arm from irene. He smirks at Faye, "Depends, what's in it for me. But I think Charlie's given men enough of her underwear for now." He shrugs, "beer is always fun after quals." He grins at Charlie, "Could be. I suppose we'll find out at the next quals won't we." He says and then laughs, "I don't think any of the Gunny's would be smiling if we s howed up to quals in skimpy outfits though."
Gray grins at the idea of beer. Beer is good. "I'm down for that..." And then Logan makes his observation and Gray starts snickering helplessly at the idea of an entire squad showing up to quals dressed like a bunch of strippers. Well, they /are/ supposed to field-strip their guns...
Irene proves a bit too distracted to really focus on the bikini talk flying around, probably worried more about the photography over anything else. This time, she leaves Faye in place for the short trip to Kell to collect her camera again. She's all smiles for the viper jock as it's handed back and she can review the image on the return, "That turned out perfect! Thanks, Razor." When she's close enough, she spins and takes a surprise shot of Faye again. It might turn out a blur, or possibly another bit she can add to the random-closeups-of-Faye collage later. "Did I hear something about beer?" Funny how her gaze neatly ticks over to Gage with the inquiry.
A laugh as Faye was just turning her head to look at Logan, giving him a grin and a tossed back, "Well you're the one who said people don't appreciate bikini's much, we probably would if you were wearing it." And that hand is reaching up to sweep back the hair as Irene snaps that picture, overall not a bad one. Could be worse, but thankfully it's not all disfigured or even all that blurry.
A look back to Irene after she comes on over, "Hey! I believe we did all hear beer."
"You did," Gage replies to Irene with a nod, looking pleased as a few people put in. "There's a place not far from the base, I think it's called the Oceanside?" He glances down, concedes, "Gonna get changed. See y'all there in a few?"
"No one's getting any more of my underwear," Charlie opines, scoffing. "Unless they win it out of a proper bet." She goes into a stretch before dropping her hands to rest on her rifle. "I am all for some beer, but I need to go change first-" a glance to her full kit. "Let me know where we're heading and I'll join you guys there."
Logan smirks at Charlie in amusement, "I love that that has to be a caveat." He says in amusement and then he grins at Faye, "I'll take that under advisement." He cheers then, "Beer o'clock!" He says clapping his hands which causes a not inconsiderate boom of sound and he let's someone else figure out where they're going clearly in a pleased mood.
+==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Lyn - Athletics: Attempt 1: 60 - Success, Success, Good Success Attempt 2: 70 - Good Success, Great Success, Success Attempt 3: 70 - Great Success, Success, Good Success Final Score: 140 Badge: Basic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Lyn - Firearms: Attempt 1: 75 - Good Success, Success, Good Success Attempt 2: 75 - Good Success, Good Success, Success Attempt 3: 70 - Success, Success, Good Success Final Score: 150+10luck=160 Badge: Expert ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ <FS3> Lyn rolls Firearms+Wits: Great Success (8 8 7 6 6 6 5 3 2) <FS3> Lyn rolls Medicine: Success (8 6 5 4 1 1) +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Gage - Athletics: Attempt 1: 75 - Great Success, Success, Success Attempt 2: 75 - Good Success, Success, Good Success Attempt 3: 75 - Good Success, Good Success, Success Final Score: 150+10luck=160 Badge: Expert ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Gage - Firearms: Attempt 1: 85 - Good Success, Great Success, Good Success Attempt 2: 85 - Great Success, Good Success, Good Success Attempt 3: 90 - Good Success, Great Success, Great Success Final Score: 175 Badge: Expert ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ <FS3> Gage rolls Firearms+Wits: Good Success (7 7 7 6 4 3 2 2 1) <FS3> Gage rolls Medicine: Good Success (7 7 7 2 1 1) +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Beckham - Athletics: Attempt 1: 45 - Good Success, Success, Failure Attempt 2: 45 - Success, Success, Success Attempt 3: 50 - Success, Good Success, Success Final Score: 95+10luck=105 Badge: Basic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Beckham - Firearms: Attempt 1: 60 - Success, Good Success, Success Attempt 2: 75 - Great Success, Good Success, Good Success Attempt 3: 70 - Good Success, Good Success, Good Success Final Score: 145 Badge: Basic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ <FS3> Beckham rolls Firearms+Wits: Good Success (7 7 6 3 2 2 1) <FS3> Beckham rolls Medicine: Good Success (8 8 7 5 5 4 3 3) +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Cate - Athletics: Attempt 1: 80 - Good Success, Success, Great Success Attempt 2: 70 - Success, Success, Good Success Attempt 3: 75 - Success, Good Success, Good Success Final Score: 155+10luck=165 Badge: Expert ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Cate - Firearms: Attempt 1: 70 - Great Success, Success, Good Success Attempt 2: 60 - Success, Success, Good Success Attempt 3: 65 - Success, Good Success, Good Success Final Score: 135 Badge: Basic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ <FS3> Cate rolls Firearms+Wits: Good Success (8 8 6 6 4 3 2 1) <FS3> Cate rolls Medicine: Good Success (7 7 7 6 5 5 4 3 1) +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Gray - Athletics: Attempt 1: 65 - Good Success, Good Success, Success Attempt 2: 60 - Success, Success, Good Success Attempt 3: 65 - Good Success, Success, Good Success Final Score: 130 Badge: Basic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Gray - Firearms: Attempt 1: 60 - Success, Good Success, Success Attempt 2: 65 - Success, Great Success, Success Attempt 3: 60 - Success, Good Success, Success Final Score: 125 Badge: Basic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ <FS3> Gray rolls Firearms+Wits: Great Success (8 8 7 7 7 6 5 3 3) <FS3> Gray rolls Medicine: Success (6 4 4 3 3 1 1) +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Irene - Athletics: Attempt 1: 50 - Failure, Success, Success Attempt 2: 60 - Good Success, Good Success, Failure Attempt 3: 65 - Good Success, Success, Good Success Final Score: 125 Badge: Basic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Irene - Firearms: Attempt 1: 60 - Success, Success, Good Success Attempt 2: 65 - Good Success, Good Success, Success Attempt 3: 70 - Good Success, Good Success, Good Success Final Score: 135 Badge: Basic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ <FS3> Irene rolls Firearms+Wits-2: Success (8 5 4 3 1) <FS3> Irene rolls Medicine: Success (8 6 4 3 2) +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Faye - Athletics: Attempt 1: 70 - Success, Good Success, Success Attempt 2: 70 - Good Success, Good Success, Failure Attempt 3: 70 - Success, Good Success, Success Final Score: 140 Badge: Basic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Faye - Firearms: Attempt 1: 75 - Great Success, Good Success, Good Success Attempt 2: 70 - Success, Success, Amazing Success Attempt 3: 70 - Good Success, Good Success, Good Success Final Score: 145 Badge: Basic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ <FS3> Faye rolls Firearms+Wits-2: Failure (4 3 3 2 1) —> success after luck <FS3> Faye rolls Medicine: Success (6 6 3 3 2) +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Charlie - Athletics: Attempt 1: 60 - Success, Good Success, Success Attempt 2: 60 - Good Success, Success, Success Attempt 3: 65 - Good Success, Success, Good Success Final Score: 125 Badge: Basic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Charlie - Firearms: Attempt 1: 85 - Success, Good Success, Good Success Attempt 2: 95 - Good Success, Good Success, Great Success Attempt 3: 100 - Great Success, Great Success, Good Success Final Score: 195 Badge: Master ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ <FS3> Charlie rolls Firearms+Wits: Success (8 5 5 4 4 2 2 2 1) <FS3> Charlie rolls Medicine: Success (7 6 4 4 1) +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Chance - Athletics: Attempt 1: 65 - Success, Good Success, Good Success Attempt 2: 80 - Great Success, Great Success, Good Success Attempt 3: 70 - Success, Good Success, Great Success Final Score: 150 Badge: Basic ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Chance - Firearms: Attempt 1: 85 - Good Success, Great Success, Good Success Attempt 2: 80 - Good Success, Great Success, Success Attempt 3: 75 - Success, Good Success, Good Success Final Score: 165 Badge: Expert ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note: Only qualifications run by staff count for awards. +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ <FS3> Chance rolls Firearms+Wits: Failure (4 4 4 2 2 2 1) —> success after luck <FS3> Chance rolls Medicine: Failure (2 2 2 1) —> success after luck +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Logan - Athletics: Attempt 1: 95 - Great Success, Good Success, Good Success Attempt 2: 100 - Success, Great Success, Amazing Success Attempt 3: 85 - Good Success, Good Success, Success Final Score: 195 Badge: Master +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ Qualification Results - Logan - Firearms: Attempt 1: 60 - Success, Success, Good Success Attempt 2: 60 - Success, Good Success, Success Attempt 3: 65 - Good Success, Success, Good Success Final Score: 125 Badge: Basic +==~~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~=====~~~~=====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~====~~~~~==+ <FS3> Logan rolls Firearms+Wits: Success (8 7 5 5 5 1 1) <FS3> Logan rolls Medicine: Success (7 6 5 4 2 1)