Speedwriting Prompt Fills

by Exactlywhat

Well... I found the TF Speedwriting Community on LJ, and sorta kinda maybe started writing some. Figured most of these are pretty much one-shots, and it'd kinda be a waste of space to post them all as separate stories. So, here they are. *Note: this will always be marked as complete (even though it isn't), because every fill is its own story, and this isn't one continuous story.

69. Precision Hole-Punching Equipment

Title: Precision Hole-Punching Equipment
Rating: K+
Continuity: G1ish
Characters: Unnamed human girl (who could or could not be a sort-of self-insert?), Bluestreak
Disclaimer: Don't own
Prompt: 4. Choose a character and write their first experience of a human sport.
Notes: The one sport I participate in is shooting. I've gone to a couple competitions, but I mainly just shoot for fun. It's awesome. :D Plus, you get badges. ^.^
And the title comes from a sticker I've seen on some people's rifle cases. Says "Caution: Contains Precision Hole-Punching Equipment." Unfortunately, I couldn't find a picture of it. :(

Bluestreak just stared, blinking slowly, at the young girl and her curiously shaped package.

"So," he started, "you shoot for... fun?"

"Yup," she said with a grin, glancing down at the long, flat-ish box. "Have for three years now. 22. caliber rifles. Not very big, but... Yeah. Fun."

Bluestreak blinked again, slowly crouching down. "I've never known it was a sport. I mean, I have fun with shooting, when it's at a target, and it is fun to compete against Ironhide and Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, but I didn't know you could do it just for fun."

"Oh, it's not just for fun. I do compete! Not much, but I do. Mostly I do just shoot for fun, though. And for these." She reached across her chest with her right hand and tapped her left shoulder, where a few patches were sewn onto her jacket. Bluestreak took a short moment to examine them. First, a shield shaped badge that said "qualification" and had a slightly stylized eagle on it. Below that were six rockers; basic practical, pro-marksman, marksman, marksman first class, sharpshooter, and expert.

"Expert?"

"Yup!" the girl said proudly, puffing out her chest, showing off the medals pinned to the jacket. "In three years, too."

"Um... Congratulations?"

"Thanks! But you said you shoot?"

"I do. But not really for fun, because we're in a war, and I need to shoot other people, and..."

"Oh." The girl glanced down, then looked back up with a smile. "I don't usually shoot outside, and I'm positive you're better than me, but... up for a little hole-punching session?"

Bluestreak grinned and unsubspaced his rifle. "That sounds like fun. Let's do it!"