http://strongestgirl.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2006-01-28 12:10 pm

Gun Range: Afternoon

Pippi skidded to a hault at the door to the gun range. Tex's M6D was in one hand and the extra clips were in her pocket.

She tried the door but it wouldn't open...

Was it locked?

Was it frozen stuck?

Was there anybody in there still?

Should she knock?

She paused... Wondering if it was really a good idea to pull it off it's hinges.

Just then, a she got a call.

Crud.

She made another call.

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-01-28 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sam Carter," Sam said abruptly, listening to the girl's explanation as she picked the lock. "And it may be easier, but you can't use a gun if it's locked in a locker. Grab all the ammo you can carry."

The doors to the locker swung open, and Sam grabbed two zats, a P-90, and shoving two grenades into her pockets. "Let's move. We'll go back and mount a defense from a central location."
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[personal profile] janet_fraiser 2006-01-28 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Janet started grabbing weapons and ammo--as well as keeping a zat and a 9 mm for herself. Medical was backup, sure, but what happened if a Jaffa hit you with a staff blast the snow monsters went after the wounded?

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-01-28 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: It doesn't matter. People picking them up will describe what they are. Assume it's weapons from a bunch of fandoms, including a lightsaber.]

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-01-28 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Let's move," Sam said, still not completely clear on the details, but understanding they were once again under attack.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-01-29 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
John follows, lugging ammo boxes full of... puppies and kitties, yeah, that's it.

[identity profile] 12parseckessel.livejournal.com 2006-01-28 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Han who showed a little late fr gun club, hears the commotion. His own gunbelt is in there and he takes a minute to strap it on and shove his blaster back in the holster.

He catches the two DL-37s he bought for him and Bagoas and tucks them into the gunbelt, and grabs as many of the rest as he can carry. He tucks a couple of powerpacks into the top of his boots.

"Lead on, Pippi."