Training Day (Ask)

[Asinine Soup]

"I think," Va'lus starts as he enters, finally, full off the standard synthpaste soup goop they forcefeed the Imperial Navy, "you need a bigger gun." Naturally, his joke wasn't accompanied by a grin, but unarmored here in the training room was indicative of his laid-back demeanor. In his off-duty slacks and dark jumpsuit, he folds his arms and observes a newer recruit he had yet met, but had just finished a round in the Sim with his partner. The expression on 3090's face screamed 'i'm not impressed'.

"Who's the Nexu Kitten?" he inquires in his gruff, off-kilter voice. It was obvious wordplay wasn't his specialty, deep baritone voice filling the echo. The 'kitten' in question is whom he was staring down upon, not at all territorial when it came to his partner, though be it he was just busting the noobie's balls or legitimately upset is a sentiment that only progression through the conversation would elaborate upon. He ignores the sound of shots ringing down the range, though it didn't take too much of an observant eye for one to get a glimpse at the large weapon case he happened to be carrying. It was a rented heavy repeater - his favorited H.C.R.- but he only brought it to the range to practice is daily assembling and disassembling session - a good soldier always knows the bloodwork of his weapons.

He remains standing, staring, waiting for an introduction.

 

[Sterling Malory Archer]

The familiar voice of his usual partner in crime pulled Orann's attention away from his Targeting reticle, causing the trooper to smirk and shake his head a little. He still didnt look though. He simply straightened up and removed the powerpack from his rifle in standard operating procedure fashion. No need for any accidents involving the big ol' pulse cannon. "No sense in getting a bigger gun if I cant hit anything with it. Besides. This baby can punch straight through armor plate. Ill take that over a hundred bolts in the air and not a shot that hits." His words were jovial and joking, quite obviously just poking fun at the big man. On that note the Trooper turned around and put a hand down heavily on Travar's shoulder.

"Travar, THIS... Would be my usual partner. Thirty Ninety is the best support a man could ask for, and he can take a hit like a Reek and keep on rushing. He's also in the Five Oh First. Thirty Ninety, allow me to introduce Forty Nines. The NEW blood for the Five Oh First. I just figured I'd show him the ropes. Give him some advice. Let him play with the new toy. Im going to assume you havent used yours yet?"

 

[Piddlywonk]

Marthus is making his usual rounds after leaving the mess hall with his usual hidden leftovers. As he traveled, he would pass by the training room. At first, he didn't notice that anyone was inside, but out of the corner of his eye, as he passed, he could see a few bodies. Midstep, he would stop and stick his head in. Hey, yo. He had an eyebrow raised and a spoon in his mouth that probably obscured what he was saying.