Post by setsuna on Nov 3, 2009 15:18:28 GMT -5
Setsuna took a deep breath. She was wearing a pair of baggy gray fatigue pants tucked into combat boots, a black form-fitting tank top on her upper body, and a white bandana around her forehead. The mountain air was cold against her soft skin, and as she exhaled her breath was visible.
A buzzer went off, and Setsuna broke into a run through the training exercise. She ignored the cover barricade, stepping on it and launching from it, drawing two semi-automatic high-caliber hand guns, shooting three targets as they popped out. She landed on her feet, sliding a few inches by the force of impact, dust rising from the ground. She was now on a straight run, four turrets humming as they became armed with rubber ammunition.
Setsuna took another breath, quickly strapping the guns into their holsters, before breaking into a run as the turrets opened fire. Rubber shells pelted the ground as Setsuna outran the targeting system. She knew real combat was more accurate and less systematic, but she did this for the workout, not for the adrenaline. It took more than this to get her blood pumping...
As she reached the end of the stretch she leaped into a trench, landing with a roll. The music in her music player boomed into her ears. She ran down the trench, reaching down for her belt and grabbing three grenades, two in her left hand and one in her right. She had made her belt with a special simple system that pulled the pins as soon as she pulled the grenades off the holster. This is when her recklessness showed...
Setsuna jumped into the grenade training area, tossing her grenades with ridiculous speed and perfect precision, each landing into the bunkers built to receive said grenades in training. The grenades went off, but Setsuna had already made her way down a zig-zag of a hallway, drawing her guns again, opening fire on targets as they popped out, always hitting the right targets and missing the ‘innocent’ targets. This run was the longest part of the training exercise, and new recruits usually took a longer time, but Setsuna had done this so many times she wasn’t even thinking as she opened fire, rushing through it rather than standing and taking cover.
She switched magazines on the run and kept going, ending with a leap through the final door, landing in another roll. Another buzzer went off, signaling the exercise was over. Setsuna holstered her guns again, taking out a cigarette and lighting it up, exhaling a trail of smoke. She looked up at the timer screen, her eye twitching. She was two seconds slower than her last time.
She panted lightly, her skin glistening with sweat, “I really need to get on the field...”
A buzzer went off, and Setsuna broke into a run through the training exercise. She ignored the cover barricade, stepping on it and launching from it, drawing two semi-automatic high-caliber hand guns, shooting three targets as they popped out. She landed on her feet, sliding a few inches by the force of impact, dust rising from the ground. She was now on a straight run, four turrets humming as they became armed with rubber ammunition.
Setsuna took another breath, quickly strapping the guns into their holsters, before breaking into a run as the turrets opened fire. Rubber shells pelted the ground as Setsuna outran the targeting system. She knew real combat was more accurate and less systematic, but she did this for the workout, not for the adrenaline. It took more than this to get her blood pumping...
As she reached the end of the stretch she leaped into a trench, landing with a roll. The music in her music player boomed into her ears. She ran down the trench, reaching down for her belt and grabbing three grenades, two in her left hand and one in her right. She had made her belt with a special simple system that pulled the pins as soon as she pulled the grenades off the holster. This is when her recklessness showed...
Setsuna jumped into the grenade training area, tossing her grenades with ridiculous speed and perfect precision, each landing into the bunkers built to receive said grenades in training. The grenades went off, but Setsuna had already made her way down a zig-zag of a hallway, drawing her guns again, opening fire on targets as they popped out, always hitting the right targets and missing the ‘innocent’ targets. This run was the longest part of the training exercise, and new recruits usually took a longer time, but Setsuna had done this so many times she wasn’t even thinking as she opened fire, rushing through it rather than standing and taking cover.
She switched magazines on the run and kept going, ending with a leap through the final door, landing in another roll. Another buzzer went off, signaling the exercise was over. Setsuna holstered her guns again, taking out a cigarette and lighting it up, exhaling a trail of smoke. She looked up at the timer screen, her eye twitching. She was two seconds slower than her last time.
She panted lightly, her skin glistening with sweat, “I really need to get on the field...”