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Per Aspera ★ October catch-all ★ Open
Who: Shepard and various + Open
When: October
Where: Around Cadens and Shepard's Horizon
What: Shooting Range practice & lessons, social mingle, and some planned threads
Warnings: guns, cursing, likely discussion of violence
I. Range at the Horizon
The Normandy loomed over the shooting range, all two-hundred sixteen meters of sleek faster-than-light spacecraft. It was parked, ignominiously, on the dirt itself in very much the way that the real Normandy would only have been if it were trapped in dry-dock for repairs.
Today's occasion is nothing so necessary.
Instead, on the ground-space aft of the cargo hold there's been set up a shooting range. It looks a little makeshift, but it's serviceable enough. The Horizon's ubiquitous wish-fulfillment makes set-up and tidying simple enough, for a start.
Off to the left, there stand a few weapons racks, featuring a variety of firearms ranging from the types of firearms that might be familiar to any member of the Cadens military to a row of oddly-shaped rectangular devices representing weaponry native to Shepard's own home-universe, each gun neatly folded-down and in its place.
There are half-a-dozen shooting lanes with targets of varying distance and sophistication, ranging from holographic figures posed in attitudes of threat, paper cut-outs with zones of deadliness printed on them, vaguely humanoid outlines in plywood, aluminum, and sand-backed paper. There's even a line of bottles perched on a metal crate off to one side: the labels are printed in an alien script, and not all of them are completely empty. The lanes themselves are nothing more glamorous than strips of soil and grass, with an odd mix of gravel, beachsand, and whatever else had come in from the bordering Domains. Shepard had chosen this spot specifically for its position at the crux of several, unclaimed, and unlikely to be contested; all the better for a meeting-place.
In any case, Shepard is on-hand to assist. There's even a sign:
PRACTICE RANGE OPEN TO THE PUBLIC
help yourself if you know what you're doing
assistance available upon request
II. Rager at the Horizon
The cargo bay of the Normandy stands open, the wide bay door slid down to form a sturdy ramp, and up in the belly of the ship itself, amongst the crates and spare machinery is... a wet bar? Well, it's a table surface, and there are a variety of options, which may or may not be familiar. Serrice Ice Brandy, Batarian Fire-whiskey... Ryncol? Maybe you just want to stick with a nice beer, or seltzer-water, or maybe someone here should reconsider the combination of guns and alcohol.
Or maybe you should just go home, if you're going to be a coward about it.
In any case, Shepard is there, standing behind the bar, sitting around in the shade having a drink, or just messing around with the equipment. Step on up, and have a go, why don't you? It's hardly a wild party, but it's not as if anyone has anything better to do.
III. October Event
[ TBA ]
When: October
Where: Around Cadens and Shepard's Horizon
What: Shooting Range practice & lessons, social mingle, and some planned threads
Warnings: guns, cursing, likely discussion of violence
I. Range at the Horizon
The Normandy loomed over the shooting range, all two-hundred sixteen meters of sleek faster-than-light spacecraft. It was parked, ignominiously, on the dirt itself in very much the way that the real Normandy would only have been if it were trapped in dry-dock for repairs.
Today's occasion is nothing so necessary.
Instead, on the ground-space aft of the cargo hold there's been set up a shooting range. It looks a little makeshift, but it's serviceable enough. The Horizon's ubiquitous wish-fulfillment makes set-up and tidying simple enough, for a start.
Off to the left, there stand a few weapons racks, featuring a variety of firearms ranging from the types of firearms that might be familiar to any member of the Cadens military to a row of oddly-shaped rectangular devices representing weaponry native to Shepard's own home-universe, each gun neatly folded-down and in its place.
There are half-a-dozen shooting lanes with targets of varying distance and sophistication, ranging from holographic figures posed in attitudes of threat, paper cut-outs with zones of deadliness printed on them, vaguely humanoid outlines in plywood, aluminum, and sand-backed paper. There's even a line of bottles perched on a metal crate off to one side: the labels are printed in an alien script, and not all of them are completely empty. The lanes themselves are nothing more glamorous than strips of soil and grass, with an odd mix of gravel, beachsand, and whatever else had come in from the bordering Domains. Shepard had chosen this spot specifically for its position at the crux of several, unclaimed, and unlikely to be contested; all the better for a meeting-place.
In any case, Shepard is on-hand to assist. There's even a sign:
help yourself if you know what you're doing
assistance available upon request
II. Rager at the Horizon
The cargo bay of the Normandy stands open, the wide bay door slid down to form a sturdy ramp, and up in the belly of the ship itself, amongst the crates and spare machinery is... a wet bar? Well, it's a table surface, and there are a variety of options, which may or may not be familiar. Serrice Ice Brandy, Batarian Fire-whiskey... Ryncol? Maybe you just want to stick with a nice beer, or seltzer-water, or maybe someone here should reconsider the combination of guns and alcohol.
Or maybe you should just go home, if you're going to be a coward about it.
In any case, Shepard is there, standing behind the bar, sitting around in the shade having a drink, or just messing around with the equipment. Step on up, and have a go, why don't you? It's hardly a wild party, but it's not as if anyone has anything better to do.
III. October Event
[ TBA ]
no subject
That proves the rule, so to speak.
"I'm Commander Shepard," She continues, and holds out a hand to shake, "You don't look as lost as the last couple of folks to come through here."
no subject
"I am Elidibus. It is good to meet you, Commander." He seems to give the title due respect, though there is no sense of a military air about him. Briefly his gaze drifts back to the makeshift armory before going to the firing range itself. It's interest but definitely not confusion.
"I'm familiar with a great deal of martial weapons and their use. Though I have rarely had the occasion or need to use firearms in particular." He might not look the part but he doesn't appear to be lying either. In a place such as this it's probably not surprising though.
"I was curious about the breadth of the technology on display however. Does this represent what one may find on this star or is this selection another benefit of the nature of Horizon?"
Elidibus was - and still is - under the impression that the sophistication of technology was not such a wide range. And whereever he's from, he seems to have the ability to recognize the difference between crossbow, flintlock, rifle and space-age weaponry as very anachronistic.
But with the Summoned coming from myriad worlds and times; possibly able to bring their technologies to life on Abraxas? This was something to pay heed to, in case someone took advantage of it. No matter how many of those displayed weapons were actually present in the world now.
no subject
Not the point, in either case, but it stuck out.
"Technology here's often pretty crude by comparison to a lot of what I'm used to," Shepard conceded, turning to follow Elidibus' glance over the glittering array, "Most of it's hand-crafted, even if it's mass-produced, for one. Economies of scale are always gonna tell. But they've got other ways of working to make up for it."
The formalities thus satisfied, Shepard picks up an example of the kind of black-powder rifle one might find amongst the Free Cities military, and offers it to Elidibus by way of example.
"Different tech for different people, I guess. Doesn't have to be elegant, what matters is whatever gets the job done."