Point blank
After some fun at the range with the rest of Section 9 Mokoto came to a stark realisation of just how far behind her team is. With that in mind she set about acquiring the equipment to rectify this situation so her friends didn't get themselves killed playing mercenary with her.
2 days and a few thousand eddies later she had what she needed. A little programming and spray paint fixed up the rest. It was time to gather the team for a team training trip to the badlands. She decided to use the cave of that rafen gang she cleared out for the first location.
"What are we doing out here in the middle of nowhere kitten?" Rebecca complained having not been here for the clearing of this base to her it really was the middle of nowhere.
"Yeah, it's not like we missed much when we were last here there's just a few bits of rotting furniture and some makeshift waist high walls for cover." Malcolm added.
"You could at least tell us what you brought us all the way back here for." Hiromi said hand on hip as Mokoto fixed what looked to be holographic projectors to sections of walls and behind barriers.
"Well after I saw how bad your accuracy was I decided you all need a crash course in combat simulated firearm reaction and accuracy." She said as if she hadn't just told them all that their performance at the range was embarrassing at best.
"What but I was preem, I blew those targets away like keettttttattatatat!" Becca said miming hip firing her submachine gun.
"And wasted so much ammo doing so, you missed 5 times out of 7 those are rookie numbers, you need to git gud scrub." Mokoto said deflating Becca's pose.
"But not to worry, that's why I spent the last few days gathering materials and programming holographic emitters just for you all. By the time you finish my point blank and time crisis simulations, you my chooms will be the quickest draws with the best target recognition short of a black wall AI." As Mokoto said this she started handing out pink and blue spray painted Lexingtons.
"What the shit is this for, can't I have my shingen?" Whined Becca.
"It's traditional." Mokoto said flatly ignoring the questioning looks of incredulity or maybe not even noticing them.
"First we'll work out reaction times and accuracy with the point blank course. Highest score wins hit the target 🎯 and leave the bombs 💣. On later levels aim only for the target 🎯 that's the same colour as your gun." She explained while positioning her chooms in pairs Infront of her makeshift shooting range come holographic battle ground.
After nearly half a day of point blank and much fun had Becca was still complaining.
"This is bullshit! How can you be this fast and accurate. You better not have activated your BS sandy and cheesed this. I demand a rematch." Becca said stamping her feet and folding her arms like an upset child.
"Nope 😝. You'll just have to get on mah level. Chooms." Mokoto replied. "But don't worry, good news after all that training I'm happy to say you all graduated to the battlefield reaction simulator, time crisis. This simulation will test your threat assessment and target recognition skills alongside everything we've just practiced. This time the targets will shoot back, getting shot means you fail. But failure doesn't mean the game is over it means you start again with more xp." Mokoto explained to her chooms.
It turned out to be one of the best combat training sims outside of the corporate in-house tactical simulation shards anyone would ever experience. It gave all of Section 9 the kind of experience you normally have to have live fire exercises or combat experience to get. No longer were they playing at being professional mercs, now they are what the professionals wished they could be. Quick on the draw, accurate enough to shoot the hairs of a fly's backside. No longer did they let themselves break cover to be in the enemy line of sight, even if red uniforms now gave them PTSD.