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As Jefferson stood to leave, and the Old Man crossed his arms in front of him - the effect it had almost made it seem like he sunk into his chair - Jack spoke to the group as a whole for the first time since they had met. His mind was clear of its previous swirling, the emotional release of earlier having flushed his system of all that kept him silent "We aren't going to die.
"The plan is to go to Nova, once there we will have the benefit of actually field testing our plans. We can sit here, systems away, and come up with a plan, but anything that we decided here would go south like a duck in winter without actually seeing the place." As Jack spoke, he slowly rose from his chair, he now towered over the others, the coat he had worn to conceal the huge pistol under his shoulder thrown over the top of his chair "If we don't succeed then everything we fought for, all the danger we've been through thus far, all the sacrifices we've made thus far has been for nothing. If we don't succeed we're never going home. And I don't know about you guys, but I have plans for the future, I'm surviving this mission. We're gonna get that data, and so help me god we'll drag Adaris back here to face the music."
Turning, he moved around the chair he'd been at and followed Jefferson. On the grand tour, Hayes had shown him a gym that featured a gun range and small armory. "I'm headed to the firing range, Jacquen, I haven't used this pistol in years."
Jack entered the gymnasium to find Jefferson already inside. Not having anything to say to the human, Jack just walked past him to one of the firing stalls. Hanging on the wall was a headset programmed to filter out the sounds of gunshots, while still allowing the wearer to hear other noises. Taking the headset, he positioned the padded earmuffs atop his head and noticed the control panel affixed to the wall under where the headset hung, it was studded with well labeled buttons that controlled what kind of targets, and the range at which they would appear -- up to two hundred yards.
His hands danced across the buttons, programming which targets would appear, how quickly they would do so and where they would do so. Then he hit the cherry red button that read ARM in capital letters. He reached under his arm and brought Tasha's pistol online with the first target, as it jumped from the ground. His eye tracking the target, Jack allowed for distance and speed, then pressed down on the trigger. Tasha's pistol made a booming sound the shook the open stall he stood in and downrange the target was simply destroyed, a fist sized hole blown straight through it, the target itself spinning off into the distance.
Carlyle couldn't help but smile inwardly, at the weight of Tasha's pistol in his grasp -- it was almost like she wasn't gone. Tasha'Carlyle vas Eroes etched into the gunmetal glittered and threw specks of light from it with each movement, as Jack continued his firing. Each blast the hand cannon made comforted him, each time he felt the discharge clear to his shoulder only served to motivate him further.
As a fourth target was blown to pieces, the shrapnel spinning off in all directions, Jack actually smiled. Adaris had reason to be scared.
"The plan is to go to Nova, once there we will have the benefit of actually field testing our plans. We can sit here, systems away, and come up with a plan, but anything that we decided here would go south like a duck in winter without actually seeing the place." As Jack spoke, he slowly rose from his chair, he now towered over the others, the coat he had worn to conceal the huge pistol under his shoulder thrown over the top of his chair "If we don't succeed then everything we fought for, all the danger we've been through thus far, all the sacrifices we've made thus far has been for nothing. If we don't succeed we're never going home. And I don't know about you guys, but I have plans for the future, I'm surviving this mission. We're gonna get that data, and so help me god we'll drag Adaris back here to face the music."
Turning, he moved around the chair he'd been at and followed Jefferson. On the grand tour, Hayes had shown him a gym that featured a gun range and small armory. "I'm headed to the firing range, Jacquen, I haven't used this pistol in years."
Jack entered the gymnasium to find Jefferson already inside. Not having anything to say to the human, Jack just walked past him to one of the firing stalls. Hanging on the wall was a headset programmed to filter out the sounds of gunshots, while still allowing the wearer to hear other noises. Taking the headset, he positioned the padded earmuffs atop his head and noticed the control panel affixed to the wall under where the headset hung, it was studded with well labeled buttons that controlled what kind of targets, and the range at which they would appear -- up to two hundred yards.
His hands danced across the buttons, programming which targets would appear, how quickly they would do so and where they would do so. Then he hit the cherry red button that read ARM in capital letters. He reached under his arm and brought Tasha's pistol online with the first target, as it jumped from the ground. His eye tracking the target, Jack allowed for distance and speed, then pressed down on the trigger. Tasha's pistol made a booming sound the shook the open stall he stood in and downrange the target was simply destroyed, a fist sized hole blown straight through it, the target itself spinning off into the distance.
Carlyle couldn't help but smile inwardly, at the weight of Tasha's pistol in his grasp -- it was almost like she wasn't gone. Tasha'Carlyle vas Eroes etched into the gunmetal glittered and threw specks of light from it with each movement, as Jack continued his firing. Each blast the hand cannon made comforted him, each time he felt the discharge clear to his shoulder only served to motivate him further.
As a fourth target was blown to pieces, the shrapnel spinning off in all directions, Jack actually smiled. Adaris had reason to be scared.