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Post by Cmdr Marcus Blaine on Oct 3, 2017 10:31:20 GMT -5
THe HUD synchronised with the sniper rifle once he took it, providing an impressively detailed scope to assist him. The shot struck her right between the shoulderblades, but instead of falling over lifelessly, her feet were simply locked in place a few agonising feet away from her goal. She swiveled her head around, looking for whoever had shot her before she vanished from sight. The kill count at the corner of the HUD rose to 1.
"Well shot," Varel remarked, scanning the terrain.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Oct 3, 2017 10:34:57 GMT -5
"Thank you...I'd like to think I became a pretty decent marksman during the war...for a pilot."
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Post by Cmdr Marcus Blaine on Oct 3, 2017 10:46:30 GMT -5
"One's ability in a field is made neither lesser nor greater by the other abilities they choose to focus upon. One simply has skill, or does not," Varel said, regarding the human.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Oct 3, 2017 10:47:28 GMT -5
"Training can enhance one's skills, no?"
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Post by Cmdr Marcus Blaine on Oct 3, 2017 10:49:33 GMT -5
"Of course, though that was not the intention of my words. I mean merely that your status a pilot does not diminish your other abilities."
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Oct 3, 2017 10:58:42 GMT -5
"Oh, of course, it simply means my primary focus is elsewhere."
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Post by Cmdr Marcus Blaine on Oct 3, 2017 11:05:20 GMT -5
"Indeed. Therefore, you are not a 'decent marksman for a pilot.' You are a decent marksman. I've found that some humans have an unconscious need to measure their words so that they do not come across as bragging. I don't consider it such."
The woman was back now, this time making certain to weave back and forth as she ran toward the flag from another angle entirely.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Oct 3, 2017 11:16:15 GMT -5
"Well...I would say that if you examined the 'average' or decent skill level with a weapon for a pilot, and then for a security officer or even a Delta...there would be large gaps."
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Post by Cmdr Marcus Blaine on Oct 3, 2017 11:27:57 GMT -5
Varel considered this for a moment. "There is a logic to that, though I would be more inclined to rate levels of skill irrespectively of the individual's profession." She looked back out at the map. "It is ultimately irrelevant, however. As I believe your kind calls it... 'nit picking.'"
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Oct 3, 2017 11:29:11 GMT -5
"Isn't that what Vulcans do for fun?"
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Post by Cmdr Marcus Blaine on Oct 3, 2017 11:31:38 GMT -5
"No," Varel replied tonelessly.
Meanwhile, the woman had managed to make it to the platform, her hands wrapping around the flagpole with a triumphant grin on her face.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Oct 3, 2017 11:33:01 GMT -5
Jon looks down his sights and fires at the woman.
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Post by Cmdr Marcus Blaine on Oct 3, 2017 11:36:55 GMT -5
The woman started moving just before Jon was able to fire, the shot hitting the platform where she'd been standing. She began to sprint at full force toward her home base, ducking in and out of sight thanks to a series of obstacles that had been set up for her to pass through. Varel watched these occurrences from her corner without any particular concern.
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Post by Lt Cmdr Jonathan Cameron on Oct 3, 2017 11:38:03 GMT -5
Jon fires repeatedly and with earnest at the woman as she runs.
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Post by Cmdr Marcus Blaine on Oct 3, 2017 11:52:33 GMT -5
Jon was able to knock her down to half of her health bars before a handful of other players from the blue team finished her off. The woman vanished in much the same fashion as before, leaving the blue flag standing where she had just been. His score did not go up even as their teammates disintegrated the flag, causing it to reappear on the platform where it had originated.
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