broadcast 01

[tothefly]

Who: Natasha Romanoff and various guests
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Post-broadcast, abandoned waystation? Action prompt in comments
When: During bugfest 20XX

[On screen, there's a very calm redhead looking thoughtfully at the camera, one brow slightly cocked.]

It's occurred to me that the fleet has about ten times as many firearms as it does medical professionals. It's also been pretty apparent that a lot of our cast members don't know the basics of gun safety and use. If anyone wants to learn, I'll be at the following coordinates.

[The message ends with a bit of text, the location of one of the abandoned waystations in near orbit.]

Comments

[tothefly]

[Natasha shrugs at that, stepping up two lanes down from Wrath and taking up a steady stance, right hand supporting her left on the grip.]

Generally speaking, yeah. It's the only way to get over that sort of block. Find what keeps getting in the way, and practice until it's gone.

[She takes aim and fires, every shot hitting vital points on the vaguely humanish target at the end of her lane.]

[pain_train]

Training makes the soldier. [Agreement, totally. Just has to get back to training. She squints at the target, habit more than anything. Sometimes her vision does weird stuff.]

I'll work hard. Always do! Really good shot, though. You're great at this.

[tothefly]

Lots of practice.

[There's something in that statement that almost sounds like it could be a joke. Something private, maybe, but the kind of humor a soldier might recognize.]

We pass enough waystations like this, we could try to make it a regular thing. I could do with a round or three once in a while. It'd give me something to do, anyway, since no one seems to want to come tell me their troubles.

[The humor in that one is dry, easy to detect. It's meant to be a joke. The Windrose isn't exactly a ship that needs a counselor, after all.]

[pain_train]

Nah you must have been born this way. [Grin. She likes you, Natasha.]

The hurfdurf is strong with this crew, huh. [Not that Wrath is rushing off to do counseling either. Though in a way it's that she doesn't even know where to begin. And she distrusts anything that smacks of psych, because corporate psych... Yeah. No.]

Probably wouldn't be bad to do hand to hand too. Cause you can't always use firearms. For that we could try to clear some storage on the ship cause we don't need quite so much room.

[tothefly]

[She gets a quick flash of smile in response, almost a smirk.]

Maybe a little bit is natural talent.

I'd be happy to go a few rounds, but you don't really seem like you're up to much hand-to-hand right now. Still recovering? From what I've seen, the Marsiva usually patches up new recruits.