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Characters: @ironhide Location: Shooting Range Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Jeff finally finds the shooting range - and maybe a like minded Bot?
Jeff wasn’t sure if he was even supposed to be in there. He hadn’t asked Magnus if it was OK yet but it was hardly the first time he’d have gone and done something well... Rebellious. So he supposed the mech would either have to get used to those tendencies, or kick him to the curb, or somehow fix them... but good luck with that.
Either way it took him a good minute to find the human guns. Not that they were hard to find in that sea of giant robot weaponry. He was impressed, they had all kinds of them. From simple handguns to military grade weapons he wasn’t sure if he was totally ready for firing, but intrigued by anyway.
So of course he went for it.
It was semi-automatic, Jeff really didn’t know the rifle brand but just picking it up it was powerful. He grinned a little as he turned toward the humans side of the shooting range, aiming it rather calmly at the many targets straight ahead. He licked the side of his lip and grinned widely, come on Jeff you got this...
When he squeezed the trigger, the recoil said otherwise. The first few shots practically knocking him on his back as he let out a loud groan. Damn that had hurt! “Ok not my brightest idea,” Jeff grumbled a bit. “Maybe I should try and start smaller.” He added, still to himself.
Not literally, of course. Despite their augmentations and attachments, he didn't feel physical sensations through them. But, seeing as he didn't need a trigger finger to fire them, he couldn't exactly say his trigger finger had been itching.
He just needed to shoot something.
The big bot plodded into the range, cannons already whirring, and paused. There, on the floor, was one of the humans who'd taken up resident at the base. He looked down at the creature, blue optics shifting over his prone form. He could guess what had happened. He made a noise of something like amusement, but, not quite.
He had thought himself alone in the shooting range, so his face went best red when he realized he wasn’t. Jeff hasn’t seen the mech before - but dang he was big, although maybe not as big as his guardian? He couldn’t really tell, sizes with these guys were hard when they towered over him no matter what.
At the quip though - Jeff was quick to straighten himself out. He really didn’t want to look like some dumb kid handling this weapon. No Jeff was the exact opppsoite - he’d been taught to hold his own with a gun since he was young by his dad with only one rule: never shoot to kill - not unless absolutely necessary such as defending yourself.
Rather than act like a little kid all angry though he held his head high metaphorically. “I just wasn’t ready for the recoil on this bad boy. My dad showed me how to shoot rifles - but this is pretty high caliber I guess,” he explained rather nonchalantly. “And don’t give me any “these are dangerous” bull crap either. If they didn’t want me to get curious they shouldn’t have left the shooting range open to me.”
He placed the still too powerful rifle on a rack. “Besides, shooting relaxes me sometimes. I just need to find something cool that won’t kick my butt.”
Ironhide watched as the boy righted himself. At least he hadn't been injured. Ironhide wouldn't have been at all sure what to do with an injured human.
The human drew himself upright, apparently unafraid of the cannon-wielding mech. Which, in all honesty, made Ironhide prone to favor him a little more. Anyone who could get back up and carry themselves well after getting knocked down was usually alright.
And then the kid tried to recover his pride. Just another youngling trying to prove that he could do what the soldiers could do.
The red mech folded his arms as best he could, looking down at the human before him without changing expression.
"Sounds like ya got impatient," he said bluntly, "When yer usin' weapons, ya should always start with what ya know. Then, ya work yer way up. How're ya supposed ta slag 'Cons if ya knock yerself over with yer own weapon?"
The weapons specialist snorted again at the boy's demand that he not get on his case.
"Do I look like the kinda mech who thinks guns are too dangerous?" the cannons mounted on each arm continued to glow with energy, as he hadn't bothered to power them down yet, "And that's a aparklin's excuse. This is a military base, and we're at war. The weapons room ain't locked because the we can't afford to be makin' keys for every soldier who needs to shoot, not because we ain't worried about our allies gettin' in here and knockin' themselves over."
His tone remained gruff and matter-of-fact, but not accusatory. By this point, Ironhide had gone into full drill sergeant mode. He'd been training Autobots too long not to. There was a rookie here who'd Ironhid had found struggling with his weapon. It must be training time.
"Get yerself a weapon yer comfortable with and bring it 'ere," he said, nodding toward the rack, "Nothin' showy, I wanna know what'cha know how to use and we'll go from there."
He wasn’t sure what he had been thinking honestly. He knew what the mech said was probably true. Especially given the fact he had basically told him this while wielding cannons. Giant arm cannons that were probably the coolest things he had ever seen while he was at it! Jeff smirked a little, figuring he would store that advice away to make sure he knew that for the future. “I guess that makes sense. I don’t know, sometimes I don’t always think, y’know?” He asked honestly as he set the gun down.
He chuckled a little - he guessed in hindsight he did sound pretty childish. For the most part he was still a kid though so maybe that was just what came with the territory. But at the same time he didn’t like being questioned, as he often was. “I guess that makes sense too,” he replied with a half-mutter. “I just-“
Wait was the mech saying he was going to want to see what he could do? Whoa! That was definitely unexpected, considering how this had started out. But at the very least, he could definitely learn a thing or two he figured given the guys cannons yet again. “Alright... I think I can do that...” Jeff replied as he moved over and quietly found a rifle that was more his speed. “There we go, this looks about right. Kind of like the ones my dad took me hunting with.” He explained.
He moved back over to Ironhide, looking up at him. “So what do you want me to do? Shoot for the targets again?”
Ironhide watched the human with a critical eye. He'd never thought he'd be training aliens. Huh. He really was getting to the age where he'd seen and done just about everything. At least the kid- he thought the human was young. But, they were all kids in comparison to him- had found something that suited him. He looked it over, still frowning.
"Ya say yer..." a brief google search. Father meant male parental unit, then, "Father taught ya to shoot. Line up like how he taught ya and give 'er a go."
He didn't know human weapons. But, he knew shooting. And rifle form was a universal thing.
He was prepping the rifle when he decided to talk again. Mostly because he wasn’t a big talker when he started shooting at a range like this. He was known for being precise and focused - or at least his dad had said so. “Yes, sir. Wanted me to learn to defend myself. He was a military guy, so he was trained in a lot of it,” he paused - a deep sadness falling over his as he thought of his dad. “We bonded a lot over it. Told me to never use it against another person unless necessary. But still... Taught me.”
As he finished setting up the gun, he loaded it slowly. “I’m a little rusty... My old guardian before Magnus...” he paused as he thought of the man, though there was a lot more of a problem to him than that. “Well, whatever. I got this. Just don’t be surprised if I mess up.”
It wasn’t long before Jeff showed he was anything but. Pressing a button to begin the moving targets he was sure were meant for human ally training he quickly began to fire off. The kickback hurt but far less, and he managed to hit several targets without much difficulty. Though he of course missed several as well - all of his shots that hit home were dead on and sharp. By the time he was done he could say he’d hit a little over half of the targets.
Sighing a bit, he lowered the rifle. “Man, I really am rusty. I used to be able to hit more than that.”
Ironhide offered no further comment as the boy set up to shoot. Had this been a true instruction session, he'd have told him to cut back on the talk and focus, but, it wasn't and, apparently, the human felt the need to tell him a bit more about himself.
Ah, so he was Magnus' charge. An interesting matchup. Ironhide had a lot of respect for Magnus, the big fella could lead a charge to wreck 'cons like few bots the old timer had seen. But he was a hardaft as far as the rules were concerned. And this kid...seemed not to regard the rules as much.
He'd have to see where that went.
His processor immediately switched gears when the kid began to shoot. Ironhide was mildly impressed. For a human, he supposed, he wasn't bad. After all, they lacked the natural targeting ability of Cybertronians. He hadn't expected him to be as skilled as Bluestreak or Moonracer. Or, hell, Perceptor. There was a mech who could shoot. He'd never seen a human shoot, but...in general, he was fair. Apparently, he used to be better.
The old timer grunted in response.
"I ain't trained many snipers, not really my speed. But, that seems to be where ya line up. Yer pretty fair, but, if ya aren't glad with what ya did, ya need to keep practicin' with what ya know instead of goin' for what ya don't."
He paused, then.
"Now, ya might wanna step back, kid. Lemme show ya how an Autobot does target practice."
With that said, he rolled his massive shoulders, feeding more power to his primary cannon, which began to whine as it powered up. He turned to the Cybertronian-sized targets, which were a lot further away than the human ones, made out of salvaged bits of wreckage of various thicknesses. A push of a button and they, too, set to moving.
As soon as they did, Ironhide raised his arm and fired, immediately moving afterwards. Staying in one place for too long on the battlefield was a good way to die. The old bot was surprisingly spry for his size, moving in a low roll and coming up to fire again, only to shift back on his pedes, out of the way of possible returning fire. While there was none in reality, in Ironhide's processor, it whizzed by, missing as he kept moving. The scenario was all too easy to imagine, fed by the countless battles he'd participated in over the past millions of years.
He finished his training session by leveling his 'water gun' at the final target and blasting it with a concentrated stream of superheated lead, which melted it into a pile of slag. After a moment, he stood to his full height, chuckling in a pleased way. None of his shots had missed, a testament to his experience. It had felt just as good as he'd hoped, though, it missed the sheer fun that came with blasting a 'con.
Ironhide turned away from the targets, smirking smugly.
Jeff had never really considered that. Moreover he’d always been the tough guy, and sniper’s were more about distance from what he understood. But at the same time, it wasn’t too bad - he could maybe start working on that. Maybe snipe for the army when he got older if he really decided that was the way he wanted to go. He nodded his head. “A sniper is definitely an option. Though honestly, I’ve always wanted to learn a little bit of everything,” he explained. “But there are lots of uses for sniper’s in the military too so it’s one option.”
When he stated that he took a step back.
And that’s when Ironhide showed what he could do. To say he was awestruck was an understatement. The way that he moved? The grace? The fact he didn’t miss a single shot? Holy crap! He couldn’t believe it - nor could he get words out for a few moments after he turned with that smirk. But when he did - it was not what he had intended.
“Teach me!”
He almost instantly regretted the eagerness in his voice. But at the same time if he wanted to learn to shoot like a pro, this guy was the way to go. “I mean I know it’s not your speed. But dude! You shoot the way my dad wished he did. Learning from you would be... I literally can’t even imagine,” he explained. “Imagine me joining the military with that kind of skill. It’d be nuts!”
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