Post by Major Heath Ellerton on May 31, 2013 12:39:38 GMT -8
The beer hadn't been great. Heath hated the replicated stuff. He had a nice stash of some real liquor in his own quarters, but he couldn't pull that out today. Besides it was precious stuff, and not easy to come by. He saved that for celebrations after missions and stuck to the shitty, garbage tasting beer that came from the replicator.
Walking around the armory, he trailed his hands over the cases that held many of the best assault rifles. Nike had acquired a few new ones while he was off on his last mission and he couldn't wait to try his hand at them.
Choosing a rather new design phaser rifle, he punched in his code and gave a satisfied smile when the case whooshed open for him. There were real advantages to having been promoted and made XO of the marines. He had access to all the weapons now without having to ask permission.
Running his hands along the barrel and handle, Heath gave a satisfied whistle.
"Come to daddy, sweetheart," he murmured, grabbing the rifle. Carrying it and his pretend beer he headed to the shooting range that was connected.
"Now let's see how this baby fires," he grinned. Heath was in his element and nothing could ruin that feeling of satisfaction and joy he felt holding that rifle, eyeing his target, and letting it go with a blast.
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Walking around the armory, he trailed his hands over the cases that held many of the best assault rifles. Nike had acquired a few new ones while he was off on his last mission and he couldn't wait to try his hand at them.
Choosing a rather new design phaser rifle, he punched in his code and gave a satisfied smile when the case whooshed open for him. There were real advantages to having been promoted and made XO of the marines. He had access to all the weapons now without having to ask permission.
Running his hands along the barrel and handle, Heath gave a satisfied whistle.
"Come to daddy, sweetheart," he murmured, grabbing the rifle. Carrying it and his pretend beer he headed to the shooting range that was connected.
"Now let's see how this baby fires," he grinned. Heath was in his element and nothing could ruin that feeling of satisfaction and joy he felt holding that rifle, eyeing his target, and letting it go with a blast.
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