Post by Berlioz Lamond on Jul 28, 2013 15:10:39 GMT -5
After the third person had shoved past him, he decided that they should have invested in wider corridors to and from the Armoury, or at least redesigned it so that people leaving didn't come into contact with those arriving. Despite having left earlier than everyone else as they went to get eat, he'd somehow found himself in a crowd. Berlioz shifted himself closer to the wall on his left to try and avoid the column of men and women in armour moving back towards the hanger, the line slowly shuffling forwards.
"Next!" Called the Master at Arms as the person in front of him walked through the gate in the fence. Berlioz walked up and took the usual form for weapons liability from her and signed it, the number of these things that he had signed was somewhat staggering but he didn't like to think about it. Then holding out his right arm she scanned the chip just underneath his skin to confirm he was who he said he was. In all honesty part of him believed that the tight security around weapons made obvious and clear sense, however there was some advantage to soldiers being able to keep and maintain their own weapons in their bunk but that had changed before he'd even signed up.
"Alright Lamond, go on through, next!" She said as the computer cleared him, the gate clicking unlocked and Berlioz stepped through. He walked a short ways in to the rack that had his armour and weapons, all shipped over during his transfer. He set about his usual routine of suiting himself up, starting from the lowest point to his head, fitting the boots and shin armour, then clipping the thigh plates into place. Moving onto the arm guards, shoulder pads, gloves, strapping and clipping in various places to secure everything before finally lifting the torso section over his head and making sure it was fitting properly and wasn't going to fall off during a fight.
He simply held his helmet next to him, putting it on right now wasn't really worth it as it restricted his vision and was somewhat cumbersome to wear indoors. That aside he needed to check his weapons, he got up and walked over to another section of the Armoury where the weapons were kept, the Master at Arms keying in the code. He nodded her thanks and walked in, moving to the rack where his rifle and sidearm were. He pulled the M1 from the rack, peered in the breach to make sure it was clear, released the slide lock and inserted a magazine, before switching the safety on and putting it in the holster in his hip. Then Berlioz pulled the rifle out and pulled the bolt back, again checking the breach was clear before releasing it. Shouldering the rifle he looked through the sight, confirming that it was slightly out of alignment with the fixed iron sights, ever so gently twisting a pair of dials brought the small red dot just over the middle post of the foresight, that'll be accurate to around 300m, I don't really have the time to fully zero this he thought to himself.
He set about filling the designated pouches on his armour with magazines and some grenades before taking one more magazine and inserting it into the well on the bottom of the rifle, flicking the safety on he attached the standard two-point harness to the mounts on the rifle and slung it over his shoulder before turning to leave.
"Next!" Called the Master at Arms as the person in front of him walked through the gate in the fence. Berlioz walked up and took the usual form for weapons liability from her and signed it, the number of these things that he had signed was somewhat staggering but he didn't like to think about it. Then holding out his right arm she scanned the chip just underneath his skin to confirm he was who he said he was. In all honesty part of him believed that the tight security around weapons made obvious and clear sense, however there was some advantage to soldiers being able to keep and maintain their own weapons in their bunk but that had changed before he'd even signed up.
"Alright Lamond, go on through, next!" She said as the computer cleared him, the gate clicking unlocked and Berlioz stepped through. He walked a short ways in to the rack that had his armour and weapons, all shipped over during his transfer. He set about his usual routine of suiting himself up, starting from the lowest point to his head, fitting the boots and shin armour, then clipping the thigh plates into place. Moving onto the arm guards, shoulder pads, gloves, strapping and clipping in various places to secure everything before finally lifting the torso section over his head and making sure it was fitting properly and wasn't going to fall off during a fight.
He simply held his helmet next to him, putting it on right now wasn't really worth it as it restricted his vision and was somewhat cumbersome to wear indoors. That aside he needed to check his weapons, he got up and walked over to another section of the Armoury where the weapons were kept, the Master at Arms keying in the code. He nodded her thanks and walked in, moving to the rack where his rifle and sidearm were. He pulled the M1 from the rack, peered in the breach to make sure it was clear, released the slide lock and inserted a magazine, before switching the safety on and putting it in the holster in his hip. Then Berlioz pulled the rifle out and pulled the bolt back, again checking the breach was clear before releasing it. Shouldering the rifle he looked through the sight, confirming that it was slightly out of alignment with the fixed iron sights, ever so gently twisting a pair of dials brought the small red dot just over the middle post of the foresight, that'll be accurate to around 300m, I don't really have the time to fully zero this he thought to himself.
He set about filling the designated pouches on his armour with magazines and some grenades before taking one more magazine and inserting it into the well on the bottom of the rifle, flicking the safety on he attached the standard two-point harness to the mounts on the rifle and slung it over his shoulder before turning to leave.
