AN: This is my first proper story, but my second publishing. I'll update this when I can, as stuff is bearing down on me. But, enough about that. Enjoy!
Translated from kelish to standard basic by yours truly
Prologue: Practice makes perfect. Sometimes.
Date: 2182
Mek'hal swore. That was the fifth target she'd missed in a row. She got the message; don't shoot things with assault rifles if you wanted to hit them.
Shotguns were easy; point and shoot at something close, and if you missed, never shoot a gun again. Pistols were also easy for her, she wasn't military standard yet, but she could hit things 8 out of 10 times. Ok!, maybe 7 out of 10.
Still, she had now tried "Heavy" Pistols, Shotguns, SMGs, and Assault rifles. Now, Time to try a Sniper rifle. Her Instructor had said that she might be a better-than average shot, seeing as with relatively accurate weapons she was hitting the target most of the time.
As she walked into the Sniper training room, Mek'hal noticed the walls were reinforced even more than usual for a weapon training room. She wasn't surprised at this; Sniper-rifles could easily penetrate the thin hull of the Trosboi.
The sniper she would be using was a basic mark-I mantis; loaded with Quarian-Developed "blunt" rounds. The Quarians had developed them to use for combat on the ships, as normal rounds had the chance of breaking through the hull, and a penetrated hull was like a penetrated suit; deadly. Even if the geth weren't that considerate.
"Alright, Mek'hal, pick up the sniper and check it." said the arms-master
Checking the gun wasn't necessary, as the ships' arms master , Gehj'mal, kept the guns in perfect working condition. But not checking it could lead to bad habits, and having your arms blow off because you forgot to check your gun was a bad was to go.
Mek'ha quickly looked over the gun, checking the lights, clip slot, barrel, and trigger.
"It's clear and clean" Mek'hal replied.
"Ok, but I didn't see you check the shoulder-rest."
Mek'hal silently swore and check the shoulder-rest was fixed and sturdy.
"That all?" She said, slightly embarrassed; Gehj'mal was good-looking. Well, as good looking as you could get as a Quarian.
"Yes, that should be all. Load a clip and, for once, keep the rifle aimed down the range. You scared Kel'jah last time you pointed that pistol at him."
"Yes, Boss" she replied, with annoyed undertone
"I'm only looking out so you don't get thrown in the brig with a murder on your head"
"My finger wasn't even close to the trig-"
"Don't give me that, Bosh'tet! You can still shoot someone When "Your finger wasn't close to the trigger!""
"Sorry..."
"Sorry does NOT cut it when you've killed someone friendly. I'm trying to keep the people on this ship from shooting at each other. Unless they're geth."
An awkward silence fell, driving home the point.
"Just load the goddamn clip." Said the annoyed arms-master.
Mek'hal Quietly loaded the thermal clip, making sure it was locked in and connected.
"Loaded" Another of Gehj's lessons. Knowing when your allies were reloaded and loaded, was important tactical Intel in the heat of a firefight, He Knew. It allowed a squad to always keep suppressing fire on an enemy and not allowing them any chances to take potshots without loosing a limb.
"Alright, five shots downrange at target one. Aim for the vitals." He marked the vitals on the geth-like target.
Mek'ha Silently Swung the rifle to aim at the target. She scoped-in and aimed for the geth-target's "flashlight", and squeezed the trigger.
"Good shot. Slightly off, but I rarely see someone shoot that close to the center of the light."
She'd shot just to the bottom-left of the light, leaving it most probably paralysed, or dead, if it were a real geth. Slightly stunned at the accuracy, she slowly loaded a clip, more focused on the target.
"Focus! I don't want to have to unjam that gun if you get the clip in wrong."
She quickly focused on the job at hand, and proceeded to hit the next four targets with the same unnerving accuracy.