This is my Rifle

Summary:
March 29,2015: Nate, Longshot, Ravager all having Danger Room antics while Rose tests her new eye.

Danger Room

Cyber room full of danger, in the X HQ.


Characters

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Mood Music:
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Ism2I3HCGU]


Nate is not good at programming anything, but he knows how to use the Danger Room at a basic level. In this case the program is just a fancy firing range, and Nate has taken out most or all the lightning at some times, or made the light blinding in others. The goal was to test Rose's new cybernetic eye. Also get her used to use again an eye she has missed for over a year.

So Hydra goons pop up at odd intervals from the windows or doors of the rundown apartment buildings and condemned shops from a street that may belong to a post-war city. Or maybe it is a Detroit sim.

Tonight you kids will sleep with your rifle.

Rose is still adjusting, the manual for the eye is as thick as her thigh - at least Doug and Mike are thorough, but shit. Headaches are breaching in trying to focus and get the receptors to work accordingly when the different kinds of optics are flicked through by a voice command, so low as whispered for special ops.

You will give your rifle a girls name. But leave it to Nate to not give her time, nor herself. She was not going to turn down an opportunity to test her eye. The F2000 is clutched in her grip, and lifted to take aim, no scope added on as she rests it upon a crate in the simulation and, "telescopic." The milky white eye rotates it's near invisible iris into motion, immediately flicking into the ability to zoom, pinpointing one target after another, one HYDRA agent taken out by left arm, right arm, left leg, right leg, then head as he crumbled to a kneel, sending him into an awkward back bend fall of rigor.

Because this is the only pussy, you people are going to get.

Nate is not good at programming anything, but he knows how to use the Danger Room at a basic level. In this case the program is just a fancy firing range, and Nate has taken out most or all the lightning at some times, or made the light blinding in others. The goal was to test Rose's new cybernetic eye. Also get her used to use again an eye she has missed for over a year.

So Hydra goons pop up at odd intervals from the windows or doors of the rundown apartment buildings and condemned shops from a street that may belong to a post-war city. Or maybe it is a Detroit sim.

Tonight you kids will sleep with your rifle.

Rose is still adjusting, the manual for the eye is as thick as her thigh - at least Doug and Mike are thorough, but shit. Headaches are breaching in trying to focus and get the receptors to work accordingly when the different kinds of optics are flicked through by a voice command, so low as whispered for special ops.

You will give your rifle a girls name.

But leave it to Nate to not give her time, nor herself. She was not going to turn down an opportunity to test her eye. The F2000 is clutched in her grip, and lifted to take aim, no scope added on as she rests it upon a crate in the simulation and, "telescopic." The milky white eye rotates it's near invisible iris into motion, immediately flicking into the ability to zoom, pinpointing one target after another, one HYDRA agent taken out by left arm, right arm, left leg, right leg, then head as he crumbled to a kneel, sending him into an awkward back bend fall of rigor.

Because this is the only pussy, you people are going to get.

Headaches? No worries, Nate has pills of all colors for the headaches. He can share. Or Rose should keep the eye behind the pirate eye patch much of the day so her optic nerve rests from the abuse of being forced to process so much information after a year of atrophy.

Pity Nate is not a doctor to give good advice (but he has the painkillers). The young man is following Rose, standing a rooftop level while the white-haired girl is on the ground. She can see him thanks to the low light vision capabilities of the eye, it is too dark otherwise. Nate can't see Rose too well, but he is watching her mind, and the Danger Room keeps him updated of how many shots are hitting (almost all) and how good are the shots (not so great according to the DR, because Rose tends to use too many bullets on each Hydra agent).

« Five bullets? » Nate comments amused in her head, « you are gonna run out of ammo before this is over. »

Longshot steps through the doors to the danger room, bare-chested and wearing a pair of leather breeches, carrying a broadsword and with his hair put up in a series of braids. He hears the gunshots and blinks, looking around, "Huh. This is not my Kull the Conqueror audition tape program…" he mutters, "Damn it, I'm going to figure out how the clocks here work sometime…A.M., P.M, A.M. P.M…" he mutters to himself.

He sees Rose taking down targets with ruthless precision, giving a little whistle of appreciation, "Hey, that was a good one! I never really was much for guns myself, I mean…uh oh…" Several of the Hydra goons have taken note of the intruder and, since they weren't programmed otherwise, they start to aim their guns in his direction.

"Well, doody," Longshot says, leaping in the air out of the way of some high-velocity weapons fire, somersaulting over it as he whips out his sword, deflecting the last of the bullets off to the side, "Player 2 has entered the game!" he shouts.

« I am playing with my food. » "Eat me DR!" Rose shouts out as she gets chided for the amount of ammo by the ai voice as well, releasing a derisive snort as she stands and glances sidelong to Nate. Yes, she's revealing herself fully to the enemies. She's going to need those painkillers for days, this is new, a trial, and its in her genetics to push it until she breaks, or the pills don't take it away anymore.

«You know me better then that.» The telpathy to Nate is brief, one racing up behind her manages to run face first into a swiftly drawn sidearm that manages to kiss his lips in proximity and then tritely blow a hole out the opposite end. Dropping him. "Night vision….Shit."

This is my rifle, it is my life…

Welp, stand up, bow, accolades for you, Rose. She's surrounded. And when realization dawns and she can see it fully Longshot becomes the distraction.

Exhale.

Strapped to her thighs are Glocks, and on those thigh straps are throwing daggers. At her back her swords. «Not worried about ammo, come play with us!»

« Did you leave the door open?» Asks Nate when Longshot jumps in. Truth is it might be the blond man's turn with the room. Nate didn't check. It is just past midnight and usually no one uses the DR this late.

The Hydra goons have worse aim than Star Wars storm troopers, but come in similar numbers. The idea was to give Rose loads of easy targets to make her use her new eye, not to really challenge her other skills. Nate stepping in would be overkill. He is tempted, though. Rose is always tempting!

Longshot lack of ranged abilities put him in some disadvantage, though. Half the Hydra goons show up in windows, armed with handguns and rifles. They just can't hit the broad side of a barn.

Longshot isn't the broad side of a barn. He has no vaguely barn-like qualities, unless you counted that door he occasionally left open and the horse inside. He just charges, ducking, leaping, the bullets somehow just missing him or shaved away by the edge of his blade, the demi-human stunt warrior showing off both his wild dexterity and his ability to get away with outrageous risks as he closes ground on Hydra.

He sees Rose up above, giving a jaunty salute as he rolls over a pile of holo-spy, "Hello! Sorry to interrupt, but I really need to get my evening reps in. Early audition tomorrow!" he says, landing on his feet and slicing behind him, sending fingers and noses scattering with a slash.

Rose shrugs. Open or closed, she likely forgot in her anticipation to test out her new addition. She is not going to complain though, Nate wanted her a part of this team, and she is going to try. Although Longshot is beels and whistles on top of deadly precision, she enjoys the show. "Make sure you don't tire too much and oversleep then." Rose says in response to Longshot.

"Combo, night, telescopic." The FN F2000 is drawn up to her shoulder, her cheek barely brushing the warmed up metal in the rest to take aim and /squeeze./ This time she is aiming for eyeballs, if visible. Zooming the vision into deadly precision with a silent whirring of mechanics.

Though once the rifle runs out of bullets her swords will be drawn and distances are about to close.

"Well, yeah…" Nate wants Rose around. This was a 'firing range' program, not a real challenge for her, much less Longshot. There is no way he can make the simulation more interesting, or is there?

They are massacring Hydra goons down there. "Okay," mutters Nate, "what can we do with environment… uh, list of extreme weather. Sure." He also picks 'random' because he doesn't want to think too hard.

So a second later it is raining. It is raining like hell. A downpour with water drops so heavy they are almost painful. Visibility goes down to like twenty feet and the Hydra goons… they are still shooting wildly, but now they keep coming.
Longshot has his hair soaked into his face quickly and he pauses to get a glimpse of himself in a puddle that quickly forms, giving a quick flex and a roll of his shoulders, "Nice! Very good visual effects, the women at home always love me wet!" he calls out in appreciation. He kicks the gun out of the hand of an approaching goon, then spinkicks the weapon to fly across the room and hit another in the face. He can use guns well enough, he just doesn't care for them unless he's absolutely required. They just don't give him the proper satisfaction and, with his luck, he's actually almost too good for his own satisfaction. He likes things to be a little sporting.

"I hope Rose is wearing layers, otherwise she's going to be really mad. I always win at wet t-shirt contests!" he calls out.

"You'd lose today." A smirk borne on lips as she nears Longshot in a cartwheeling flip that lands her in a crouch, avoiding the gunshots fired in a stream their way. No t-shirt, her reinforced body suit lined in scaille maille along the sides to protect vitals adorned, black and red and keeping her camouflaged nicely in the dark setting. And though the night vision is great the rain causes quite a bit of interference like static across the scope, making brows furrow, the headache growing.

"Infrared." Rose murmurs, picking up heat projections instead to see the multiple foes rapidly pouring out of every crevice towards them, although spotty as the cold rain hits their forms, one coming up from behind while the others perform frontal assault, stabbing downward and striking the scaille maille along her arm that emits sparks. One hand snaps up to wrap around the goons neck, her other giving a quick flick to snap it and drop him.

White hair sticks to her face, that single blue eye lifting towards Nate with a small smirk.

"I'll let you use my glock!" A hand lifts and she gestures for him to join them just before that hand reaches back and draws her swords in tandem with the other. A moment to watch Longshot and she is entering the fray, although readings might note -migraine of impending doom on-setting.

Nate hmms at Rose offering. The truth is he should try harder to keep his firearms skills more or less functional, so he replies with, "oh sure… I could use some pract…" and nothing else can be heard. It is not just the gunshots, it is a massive waterspout falling on the street.

Gotta love 'random extreme weather conditions'. Everyone here can swim, right?

Well, maybe not the Hydra goons, but they keep coming and shooting anyway.

Longshot grabs at the scenery, trying to scale his way up and out of the way of the rising tide. He uses some Hydra heads as stepping stones, leaping from one to the other, his boots coming down on their foreheads and faces. He spins his blade, jamming it into the end of a Hydra gun and flicking it up and away, "Come and get me, you brigands! Hey, do you think you could program some trolls in this thing? I always wanted to do that scene from Lord of the Rings, the Castle Siege? I think I make a pretty sweet Aragorn! Hmmmmmmmmmmm, maybe I should get myself a codename. Strider sounds pretty cool," he says, scrambling up as Rose unleashes sparks and Nate joins the fray.

"Oh, and by the way, I only sleep two hours a night! I've got plenty of time left! I'd rather spend some of it having post-battle margharitas, though!"

Tossing one of her Glocks to Nate, Rose is not about to play Marco Polo with the HYDRA goons, thougha bit of shut-eye sound remarkable bccause her head is pulsing, right behind her eye to the point even the flesh beneath is jumping. Probable side effects become for realsies, but it is the toy that keeps electrocting you and you love it anyway!

Ascending a stack of shipping crates leaned against a projected building Rose is sweeping he swords out, one of them drawing ruthlessly across the throat of a goon, while another gets run through, lifting his body and swinging her sword like a baseball bat to have the body slide free of being kabobed to slam into a couple others taking aim towards Nate and Longshot.

A heavy drink and a painkiller sounds like a dinner of champions." Rose mutters, raising her other glock and firing!

Nate barely gets a couple shots over the sound of the water-tornado coming down . It is more like being under a cascade of water than just rain. And then there is a wall of water like 10 feet fall coming down the street. Flash food, going nuts, because the Danger Room can do it and Nate has no idea of how to program it correctly.

"You gotta be kidding me," he comments, forming a TK-shield around them to try to prevent no get swept. But those are hundreds of tons of water moving at high speed. "Danger room, end program!" He shouts.

Bam. Two seconds and now they are on the metal floor of the Danger Room. Still soaked. Was that water real or what? Nate starts laughing. "Next time you program it, Rose," he manages. Some drinks are welcome, yes.

Rose is totally 'not it' for dealing with the Danger Room schematics, last time she did she got her ass landed on and handed to her by Sentinels. This is fighting, not driving a car, and she did not call shotgun.

*Drip* Stare *Drip*

"I'll do it after I get a Tylenol and a few shots in me." SOLD! To the girl who will be drunk in less than an hour. Trust the Danger Room controls to her will ya?

Longshot smiles, the water in his hair still dripping a bit as he shakes it off, rolling his shoulders as he stands in the empty Danger Room, "I'm pretty sure I know where the Professor keeps the good stash," he smiles, "That record player isn't fooling me. Like that's a real thing! Please…"


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