Private Acclimation

[Orika]

A C C L I M A T I O N
IMPERIAL STORMTROOPER TRAINING FACILITY
ADUMAR
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER

Orika popped another cartridge in her Slugthrower, taking a slow breath out as her gloved finger moved to wrap around the trigger, and boy did it feel good in her hands. With a pointed crack in the air, the gun fired. It was a hit. Somewhat. With this thing it was not likely to be non-lethal regardless of where it hit, but she was less than satisfied with anything less than perfect.

"Shit." She cursed under her breath, sighing and setting the gun down against the counter in front of her, turning to a data tablet to readjust the targets position and set up to shoot again, checking the alignment of the gun's sights and re-zeroing. Another loud crack rang out. She had been closer this time, but not close enough. Orika threw her protective glasses off her face, the flimsy things making a clattering sound as they fell. She was clearly beyond frustrated. Given it had been years since she fired a sniper rifle, but damn it all if she didn't think she'd become this rusty.

The woman pivoted, leaning back on her elbows against the counter after activating the safety on the Slugthrower. Her dark navy hair had been slicked back in a sleek high ponytail, donning her Imperial uniform. The way she wore it, it almost seemed as if it was the uniform's privilege rather than hers. With a carefully trained hand she had taken the time to tailor it to her figure, accentuating each feminine curve alluringly, as much as a uniform could.

Ruby lips parted in an exasperated sigh as the past week flashed past her closed eyes. So much had happened. Between martial close-combat training and interrogation tactics, so much information had been jammed and carefully reviewed in her mind that she nearly felt there was little else left for her to learn.

'Perhaps I should not have made such a deal...' She thought for a moment, her eyes rolling as she turned back around and took up the sniper rifle once more and re aimed. Her body bent forward, one leg bent in front of the other as her back arched into a suitable firing position. This time, she counted down her shot, taking a deep breath in and letting every bit of air escape before firing in that moment right between heartbeats.

A final crack emitted through the air, and this time...she had completely missed. Orika slumped forward, her head knocking against the corner abruptly as her hand shot up to rub her forehead, cursing under her breath. She removed the cartridge from the weapon and cleared the chamber, ensuring it was completely disabled before leaning back against the separator walls from the other individuals at the range. The woman reached a hand up to rub the back of her neck, her crimson glare turning back down to the rifle.

"You know, I could break it. I absolutely could break it." She spat out in irritation to no one in particular, simply sighing.

Kazimir Tragovic | Open to NIO​

 

[Kazimir Tragovic]

C O M P N O R

Shots rang out across the range as Kaz checked his rifle. Much of his free time was spent at here since he had joined up with the NIO. Well, since he had been conscripted, rather. It wasn't like they had given him much of a choice in the matter. Regardless of the circumstances, Kaz had become quite accustomed to his new position. He had the freedom to operate as he saw fit, for the most part, as long as he stayed in line when told. Having been under the thumb of multiple crime lords in the past, it was a strangely liberating shift in circumstance.

Besides, the job wasn't without its perks.

Kaz took aim down the range as three separate targets began to pop up down range. As they settled in place, Kaz readied himself...

Inhale...
Exhale...
Inhale...
Exhale...

He fired off six shots in succession, each hitting their respective target; one bullet in each head, one in each chest. As the last shot was fired, another target swung upward, only to be shot back down as soon as it rose. Kaz smiled as he cleared the rifle and turned toward a group of troopers that were watching him.

"Told you I don't make bets I can't win. Now cough up the credits."

The troopers each produced a handful of credits, tossing them into Kaz's hand as they scoffed in frustration.

"Go feth yourself, Kaz."

Kaz let out a laugh as the men walked away.

"If you boys ever wanna donate more credits, I'm here everyday, same time."

He had developed a decent relationship with many of the troopers within COMPFORCE, though there were still those that had continued to question his loyalty. It may have been an actual problem, if Kaz cared about their opinions. At the end of the day, he was with the NIO for one reason; to wreck havoc on their enemies. If some of the others didn't like that, then they could talk to his blaster.

As he placed the credits into his jacket pocket, another individual caught his attention at the range. Orika was doing her own practice with a sniper rifle, which seemed to be going less than ideally for her. As she verbally expressed her frustration, Kaz decided to offer a hand. He calmly approached her, motioning toward the rifle.

"Things not working out for you today?"