Counterstrike (SJO)

[Valkren Calderon]

Location: Voss, Silver Campus.

Time: 0600 hrs

Colonel Valkren Calderon tapped his gloved fingers along the ledge that looked over the combat training course he had requested. The young officer watched as a six man squad of Antarian Rangers had just begun the 'Gauntlet,' moving in different directions as their team lead began to bark orders, red blaster bolts flying back and forth from each side of the battlefield.

The Gauntlet was Valkren's attempt at a recreation of a training facility he had red up about that used to exist on Kamino, during the clone wars. It was designed to teach the cadets to fight uphill in a scenario that seemed impossible to come out of alive or without casualties. Massively outnumbered and out-positioned, they'd have to make the best they can with the resources at hand and their teammates.

With two towers on either side of a straight run, the six man team running it had little protection, due to opposing forces having the high ground. With cover spread thin down the straight-away, it's covered on the end by a fortress-like setup, which requires a climb to reach the first out of three levels alone. To win, you simply reach the top of the fortress, but that was easier said than done.

Valkren watched as the team of six well-trained warfighters did their best to clear their way to the first level of the fortress, only taking one 'casualty' while doing their best to eliminate all enemies before they reached the other side. Unfortunately for his hand picked team, all were almost imedietly eliminated during the climb up to the top of the fortress.

Calderon frowned, his men were making progress, but no teams had yet to finish the gauntlet. Most could clear out the four towers and groups of enemies they encountered on the straight-away, but the hostiles encountered on the climb were programmed to be of greater threats when the teams rush forward.

As the simulation ended, the remaining hostiles disappeared, and the six fallen men were able to get up, their suits unlocking. The colonel huffed, turning away from the observation area to make his way to the starting zone. There he'd wait for more of his people to show that wished to run the course, even the Jedi.

However, their abilities would be practically useless on this course. Valkren wanted to put every force user that came in here in the basic grunt's position. To do that, he had an adjacent room connected to the course filled with ysalamir, repelling the use of the force in the nearby area. This way, even if they preformed one of their abilities out of habit, they'd be stopped.

Colonel Calderon made his way to the starting center, standing next to a multitude of Rotary canons, assault blasters, sidearms, and scatterguns, all designed solely for simulations. The lone operator in the room pulled over a crate full of 'ammunition,' and took a seat on it, waiting for more arrivals.

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[WelshPsych]

Yuroic was making his way to a simulation for combat training. He wasn't sure if Master Yune was going to be teaching him how to use his lightsaber in a battle now that he had his own or if this was going to be blaster based. If it was the former then he was expecting a lot of pain, and the latter, still a lot of pain. He wasn't really proficient with either technique, his lightsabers were still new to him in a lot of ways. Other than when he was practising with another being or a droid, he rarely used to weapons or a saberstaff-like weapon. Yet now, he had both in his hands. This was something he was not use to.

He entered the simulation and saw that Colonel Calderon was sitting down, he passed six men rubbing their sores away. This did not ease the nerves he had in the pit of his stomach. This simulation was not going to be easy and by not easy, he meant that he was likely to be one of the first to die in combat. Walking over to where the Colonel had placed the ammunition, he checked out the various weapons and held a few of the blasters. He wasn't against being able to use both a lightsaber and a blaster in combat, it was just he was never that good of an aim.

Selecting a decent sized repeating blaster rifle, Yuroic felt the weight and moved around, finger off the trigger. He didn't want to accidentally press it and cause a scene. The rifle had a good, solid feel to it as he set it down. He then selected a large pistol as well, if he was going to have to use blasters then it was better to have two than to have one and run out. Pistol was heavier than one would expect but he hoped that would mean it would pack a larger punch. Looking over to the colonel, he was reluctant to ask but it was more that he didn't know much of the man and how serious he was.

Are we using lightsabers in this simulation or are you taking those? Because I rather you didn't, if I'm going into a battle, I'm going to have my lightsaber, to not have it is just not realistic. He was being honest, he would submit his lightsaber only to his master, Master Yune when she arrived, but he would do it with a protest. If they wanted to give the simulation a sense of realism then he needed to have his lightsaber on hand. He would use the blasters as realistically as he could but sometimes a lightsaber was needed in a situation.

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"]

 

[Valae Heavenshield]

Valae paused outside the room being used to house the battle simulation. She had been informed that there was already a session in progress, and would need to wait until it had stopped running. Standing next to the door, she could hear the sound of blasters being fired and the occasional cry of pain – every one made her wince. Of course, she understood that no one was being seriously injured within the walls of the training room. The enemies might have been simulated, but the bumps and bruises were certainly real. Instead of remaining where she was, she took a brief walk.

Just as she returned, she spotted the familiar face of Yuroic Xeraic. Valae had seen the padawan several times before, but never had the chance to speak or even properly introduce herself. He looked serious, but perhaps he was just deep in thought or concentrating on the task set before him. But she thought that she detected the faint hint of anxiety, it was certainly understandable. Still, he was far braver than she was.

After all, Valae had not come to partake in the training, but merely to watch.

Her position in the Silver Circle opened up the chance of being exposed to combat situations, even if she would not be right in the middle of the action herself. Those that knew Valae were well aware that she was a bit soft and even squeamish at times. It was something she would need to work on. Worn-out boots carried her to the top of the stairs, where she walked along the catwalk that looked down on the course set up for participants. With her hands gripping the railing, she glanced down to see Colonel Calderon next to a rather large variety of weaponry.

“Well aint that somethin’…” She said quietly, then raised her voice and called from above: “Mighty fine set up you’ve got here, Colonel.”

[member="Valkren Calderon"], [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

Jerit wanted to get some more hands on experience when it came to combat. Yes he was getting used to his lightsaber more, but he felt he should at least try something else because you never know whether you will be in a situation where you do not have your Jedi weapon at hand. He had heard about the combat simulation nicknamed, "The Gauntlet" from fellow trainees and the occasional passing of soldiers. Jerit knew where it was already as he has asked some soldiers not too long ago about it.

As he came up to the door that led to The Gauntlet, he saw a woman he did not know and a fellow padawan that he had seen at the bar. He decided to follow them into the facility to see if they too were going to participate in the combat simulation. When he saw the woman climb the stairs on the catwalk, he knew she was not participating so Jerit went ahead and followed the other Padawan. When both reached the pre setup for everyone, he saw his friend, Valkren, by the weaponry.

Jerit went up to him and gave a friendly wave. He then said,

" Hey Valkren! I see that you are the one supervising this combat simulation? Pretty cool! Has anyone passed it yet?"

[member="Arisa Yune"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Krayzen Dratos]

Why he had been assigned here, the Anzat didn't know what his superios were thinking. . It wasn't that he didn't want to be here, it was that he had to avoid places like this, Krayzen knowing full well that light sided nexuses like Voss was a weakness for him due to the ritual he had done.. The fact that yslamaris had also been added here had made his position much more worse. Great, just great.

The Anzat had thought about bringing his armor that had a mini dark side nexus, but he didn't believe it was a good idea to bring it here, especially on the home planet of one of the biggest Jedi Orders in the galaxy. Moreover, while he knew that light side nexuses were his weakness, one of the big reasons was he was not used to them, only having been deployed on the ancient home planet of Illum.

Krayzen, a firm believer in his own weapons, had decided to bring some of his own gear. Although used to using his lightsaber, the Anzat had more than two centuries of experience using various weapons, and a life as a merc, as well as once being one of the top generals in the One Sith made him realize being used to a variety of weapons was a good thing.

"I'm ready." he said, wearing his own armor. The Anzat cracked his knuckles, more than ready to begin the simulation.

 

[Marl]

Marl had been in a very similar situation before. He suddenly had flashbacks to Kamino, back when he was doing ARC training what seemed only to be yesterday. However here he was, 900 years into the future, a man out of time. He walked towards the others that were in the simulation. He looked around at the group half expecting them to look like him, however, most of the group, if not all of the group were force users. Marl almost had to stifle a laugh. A training simulation with a group of Jedi. If this was Kamino, this would've been a cake walk. Marl put on his goggles as he remembered the old days. Though not like his old helmet, the goggles gave Marl a slight sense of familiarity.

He walked over to the group. He did not typically have to socialize as it wasn't particularly in his skill set, however you need to know who you can trust when karkin hell breaks loose.

"Hello," Marl said stiffly to the group. "My designation is CC-49..." Marl trailed off thinking about what he was saying, these people probably have no clue about the clone wars let alone designations. "I mean, My name is Marl." He said firmly. He lifted his blaster from his holster and waited for the training simulations to begin.

[member="Krayzen Dratos"]
[member="Jerit Kolomor"]
[member="Valae Kitra"]
[member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
[member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Marl"]

RC smirked inside his helmet as he entered an heard Marl. Right off the bat he was drawn to him, due to the fact that well, they were both Clones. And old as dirt ARC troopers at that. He walked over to Marl first, ignoring the others. He might have super flashback, seeing him clad in full Katarn plates with orange paint.

He had the effect on some folks.

"Well CC whatever, I'm RC 212. No name. Part of the last batch of us. Welcome to the party dude."

Then he whirled, hands holding the top of his breastplate and inspected the rest. They reeked of amateurs, something he could work with. It was frustrating being in a room full of newbie troopers, but whatever again. His armor alone had seen more Campaigns than he could count, most notably with the Lords of the Fringe.

Old tales. Another day perhaps.​

"All right then Commander. Got any DC-17's for the old coots. Also I will require a full med bag, complete with anti-grav litter and a big launcher. Probably PLX if ya got it. I like to blow things up, when I'm not patching holes in people."

Being a medic was new to him. Most of the time he had been the guy making the bodies drop, not picking them up.

 

[Sigrid Forsberg]

Sigrid's face was already plastered with sweat when she entered the course room, helmet tuck under one arm. It hadn't been too long since the Valkryi had ventured off from Midvinter from Voss, and she was still trying to get used to the temperate conditions which she found quite oppressive as a creature of the cold.

Coming up to the rest of the people assembled, the first thing they may have noticed was that she was tall, standing at 2.15 meters (7 feet), she towered over most other humanoids. On Voss she felt like a giant living among smaller specimens that called this place home. Much of her time with them was spent bending trying to speak with them all.

All those present were all strangers to Sigrid, including the officer that was now leading this course. All she knew was that she was supposed to show up to shoot at things. Shooting was always fun, though, (and explosives even better!) so she didn't complain about her assignment for the day.

"Oooh," she exclaimed out loud, not bothering to address the officer or the others around him as she approached the tables of weapons.

With only one hand, the Valkyri lifted a rotary blaster cannon from one of the tables with ease, grinning with childlike glee as she sent the barrels spinning up towards the air while the safety was still engaged. She had found her weapon for the exercise.

[member="RC 212"] [member="Marl"] [member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

 

[Cambria Zadira]

[member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Marl"] [member="RC 212 "] [member="Sigrid Forsberg"]


It had been quite some time since Cambria Zadira had served with the Antarian Rangers. The Jedi Knight always had enjoyed the camaraderie working with the professional solders. They were an unique group that seemed to understand to some degree how the Jedi used the Force and were willing to collaborate their efforts to bring about hopefully positive outcomes to missions whether it was humanitarian aid or defending those that needed to be protected. Today's training exercise would be the Jedi learning how to work without the aid of the Force along side their non-Force user partners.

The blue-hued Twi'lek entered the course area dressed in her modified Jedi attire with her lightsaber and shoto attached to the left side of the utility belt worn low off her shapely hips and a side arm holstered off the right. Tucked into the Jedi Guardian's high leather boot secure in a sheath was a dagger; the traditional weapon of a Twi'lek warrior.

"Greetings," Cambria offered with a slight cant of her head towards those gathered but more so in respect for the Colonel, who was in charge of this training exercise today.

 

[Valkren Calderon]

Valkren patted his kneepads, pulling himself up from his sitting position on the crate of simulation ammo. The colonel watched as members of the Silver Jedi and the Iron Empire poured through the room's door.

Fresh meat for the grinder, as his instructors used to say. First was Yuroic, he began to pick out his gear before asking Valk about using his lightsaber in the simulation. The young officer really preferred if the Jedi that entered the course left their own weapons out here, but realism was his goal here.

"I'd prefer you leave them here, but if you wish you may take them in with you. The point of this exercise is to put you in the shoes of the frontline grunt." Valkren would glance over to the six-man team of rangers that had just unsuccessfully finished the course. "Not everyone survives in war. Most warfighters' life expectancies drop significantly once rounds start flying. Casualties happen, it's something that just must be delt with during combat."

"If you take your saber with you, try to use the blasters as much as possible." He figured if they wished to use them, they could only be so much help due to the force-repelling lizard-like creatures he had placed on the course. Valkren folded his arms over his chest plate, before hearing a voice come from the observation deck. He shifted his gaze up, only to spot one of the Silver Jedi's best healers, Valae.

Colonel Calderon smirked, before raising his own voice so he could be heard by the Jedi that was looking over his course. "Miss Kitra, do we have the pleasure of seeing you run the gauntlet this fine morning?"

Then Jerit showed up, another young padawan with the silvers that Valkren knew quite well. Young, eager, always ready for action. In truth, Jerit reminded Valkren more of a enlisted soldier than a padawan. "Jerit, it's good to see you kid. No, unfortunately none of my men have been smart or tough enough to finish it off..Shame. Care to join the next wave? Just grab a blaster of your choice."

Who he saw arrive next was a pleasant surprise to the colonel, he did not know the man, but he knew members of the Iron Empire would show up to help test the course. "A member of the Iron Empire, I assume. Colonel Valkren Calderon, honor to meet you sir." Having IE members work along side the Jedi and the rangers within the course would only help the bond between all combatants even more.

Next were two men he was expecting to show up, two clone-war era clones. It was like a flashback to officer training school, before he got kicked out. The Katarn armor and the clone commander brought back memories of classes studying age-old battles and operations preformed by clone commando and infantry units. They embodied what Valkren was about, through how he fought and how he led.

"Marl, 212. Good to see you both, pick up some weaponry from what you see and prepare yourselves..You'll need it." Usually he'd expect new soldiers to stand at attention at first sight of their commanding officer, but both of them were new recruits, and from different times. He'd let this one slip by, simply because he wished to see what exactly they could do with this combat simulation. He'd find a reason to chew their asses out at a later date. He turned to see another new face in the rangers appear.

"Forsberg!" Valkren raised his voice to the Valkyri that was admiring one of the rotary cannons. "Now I love a rotary cannon as much as the next pipehitter' in the room, but save the brandishing of weapons for training simulation." Once again, he almost expected her to stand at attention when Sigrid entered the room. However Sigrid, like the clones, was from a different place, and he was pretty positive she didn't even know who he was. So he'd cut her some slack. Valkren couldn't remember how many times he had been scolded for ignoring the presence of a superior, it sucked.

Finally, another familiar jedi arrived. "Cambria, good to see you again. If you'd like to join the lot you can grab a blaster and jump in with these folks. If not, you can join Valae and myself on the observation deck..That's where we make all the fun happen." The young colonel grinned at this statement, looking back to those that were about to make their own attempt at the gauntlet. With this, Valkren turned and began to make his way up the stairs to the observation deck, before turning and raising his voice to the group.

"I'll broadcast the orders to ya'll come starting time. Once you're all armed, step through the double doors ahead and stand in the yellow box of the starting area and wait for the countdown. Pick your equipment wisely now, ladies and gents; however there is no medical equipment, so when you're hit twice with enemy rounds your armor will lock, and you will turn into a casualty! Besides the equipment you see, you can grab two thermal detonators each.." After this the colonel disappeared to where he had came from, taking his place along the railings and next to a command console. He accessed the console, his eyes shifting from the screen to the simulation at hand. Combatants clad in black armor began to solidify all across the field of battle, most holding repeating blasters and squad automatic weapons. Two soldiers were projected in each of the four towers, each toting squad automatic weapons of their own. Several dozen much 'weaker' combatants were thrown in the center of the course, used as cannon fodder to be placed in between his own people and the fortress at the end of gauntlet.

The yellow box in which they would start was a good distance away from the first section of cover, forcing the starting group to make a running start just to survive the first thirty seconds underneath a hail of gunfire. The colonel stood back, folding his arms over his chest plate once more, his eyes focused on the starting box, waiting for his own team to step into the gauntlet and prepare to start.

[member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Sigrid Forsberg"] | [member="RC 212"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Marl"]

"Too easy then."

No medical equipment?

He shrugged and snatched up a DC-17. Next RC clipped an under barrel grenade launcher to it, along with two rounds for that on his belt. Then he slipped one in and locked the munition with a *Click*. The next step was heavy weapons. The DC was a good carbine for shorty range, but he needed long range. Especially the way this course was set up.

He grabbed a PLX tube and slung it over his back, strapping a bandoleer of rocket rounds across his chest. There that should do nicely.

He rammed back the bolt in the DC to lock a round in. It felt great in his hands, the weight was a reassuring thing to him. Then he stepped through the door, and swept left and right, before slinging the DC up onto his shoulder, cowboy style.

"Lets do it."

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

Hmmm, no one got through The Gauntlet? That was intimidating, but Jerit felt confidence with the people around him. There were a lot of talented people here, and he thinks that he and everyone can get through it no problem with hard work and perseverance.

The Padawan went to the table and picked up an E-3 blaster carbine and some ammo for it which he put on a bandolier. Jerit decided he would support the team, rather than carrying it. He knew he was a Jedi, a legendary warrior, but still... He was new to the whole combat aspect so if anyone had some experience with this stuff Jerit had no problem with them leading.

In the end, Jerit had a belt of clips and his E-3 blaster ready to fire and the armor on. To provide cover fire, Jerit felt pretty confident. But then again he did not know if his equipment choices were accurate. Nonetheless, he went through the double doors and saw one of his teammates on the yellow box. He was stacked with all sorts of weapons! Rockets on his back, a DC-17, a PLX Tube, it was so cool to see! The Padawan greeted him with a friendly hello and asked:

" So, I take it this is not your first time on the battlefield? "

[member="Valkren Calderon"] | [member="RC 212 "]| [member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Sigrid Forsberg"] | [member="Marl"] | [member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Valae Kitra"] | [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Jerit Kolomor"]

RC chuckled. New Jedi were always so hopeful and high spirited. they'd quickly find out which ones had the spirit to bring the hurt hardcore.

"You bet your shebs on it Jedi. Stick close to me, I'll show you a thing of two the Jedi dont teach in them fancy academy’s."

No he was not new.

He was very, very old. And he was experienced too well in this sort of thing.

"I think I'm cheating by just being here."

It was a cocky attitude. But hey that was his personality.

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

Cocky or not, Jerit could definitely tell by the man's words that he was well trained for this sort of thing. He felt a little connection to the force when he heard the man speak, like a lie detector telling if the trooper was lying or not... Eh, probably just some overwhelming feelings of the Gauntlet. But the Padawan did know one thing, and that was to stick with the trooper...

Jerit was actually curious of him when he spoke of him cheating by being at The Gauntlet. Was he some experimental soldier or something? He did not know so he tried to ask without offending the man easily. The last thing Jerit wanted was for him to get angry with him.

" If you don't mind me asking... Where do you come from? You obviously know what you are doing, so I am just curious... "

@RC 212

 

[RC 212]

[member="Jerit Kolomor"]

RC glanced over and then back to where he was focused, tracking the targets he was lining up in his mind. The Jedi was afwul inquisitive. But then hadn't they all been? How to explain. That he was the same as Marl basically? That they were relics from a past age? Well they had some time so RC let him in on the juicy details.

"I come from the Old Republic. You might know it as the era of Order 66. Yeah we were the last batch or Republic Commandos and they were testing a new initiative where they didn't dampen the free decision making genes. We decided against it. Half of us killed the other half of our squad mates. The Imperials found me, froze me and the next thing ya know...."


"I woke up in this era. Plus a whole bunch of follow on events which I don;t have the time to tell ya about."

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

The Old Republic... Jerit remembered reading about that one time... Where the entire army of clones in The Republic killed all of the Jedi, leaving only a scarce amount to go into hiding. It was a very dark time for everyone, especially when the Galactic Empire reigned supreme over everything soon after The Clone Wars.

" I see... I apologize. I did not know your past was a dark place. Let's get back to The Gauntlet? "

This trooper must have been through a lot. He did not want to ask any more questions and instead focus on the task at hand. Now all Jerit was doing now is waiting for the rest to venture forth to the yellow box to begin the simulation...

@RC 212

 

[RC 212]

[member="Jerit Kolomor"]

"No big deal dude. Just keep close, and press that thing into your shoulder with your left hand. Hold on."

RC walked before him and readjusted his grip on the rifle.

"Choke up on the weapon. The left hand stays as close to the muzzle end as possible and pushes the weapon back into your shoulder. Your right hand should be nothing but trigger control. There ya go."

Grunt basics.

Oh boy!

 

[St0rmSlaSh]

He followed what the trooper said. He felt really uncomfortable but he would have to get used to it. After all, this is his first time with a blaster. Like they say, get comfortable with the uncomfortable. Now Jerit felt like a real

warrior with a blaster. now all he had to worry about was aiming correctly at the enemies in the simulator. Of course all of those aspects would take time but the Padawan was more than eager for The Gauntlet to let loose.

" Hm, doesn't seem so bad. How do you aim with this? "

Now he was getting real uncomfortable. Jerit was trying to aim down on the gun while staying in his position. If anyone else saw, they'd probably laugh.

@RC 212

 

[Sigrid Forsberg]

Some shouting from the officer would draw her attention toward him, the multi-barrels of the rotary cannon still spooling as she just began to register his words. She then nodded vigorously in acknowledgment as she released the trigger and set the rotary cannon back down.

"It's okay!" she said as she gave Valkren wave with her gloved hand, her accent heavy.

She would then listen intently as he then provided an overview of course and what they would be doing there. She would be grinning as he gave them permission to carry thermal detonators. The good stuff!

Quickly, Sigrid gathered her choice of equipment from the tables. She holstered a shattergun as her sidearm, loaded with the advanced armor-piercing vibro-flechettes that could penetrate light cover. As her melee option of last resort, she chose a vibro-axe that she would clip to the opposing side of her pistol. While possessing none of the mystical abilities of the Jedi usually necessary to wield lightsabers, most Valkyri were well versed in martial arts. Sigrid herself had been handling all manner of bladed weapons since she could walk. Of course, she wouldn't forget to grab herself a pair of thermal detonators!

After putting on her helmet, again she would pick up the rotary cannon one handed, but in her off hand she would pick up a large blast shield in the other. It suited her, one who had trained to become a shield maiden among her people.

Ignoring the prattling between one of the Jedi and another soldier, she would move to the yellow square as directed by the officer earlier. With shield and cannon, she was prepared to lead the charge as a nice big distraction to draw fire, and also disrupt the enemy actions by laying down a heavy dose of suppressive fire of her own.

Her HUD activated, and moments later her helmet's targeting systems would successfully link up with the cannon. She was ready. As she held the barrels of her cannon down toward the ground, she would once again send them whirring, preemptively, so that she would be ready to shoot up things right out of the gate when she flipped off the safety.

"Ready!" she yelled eagerly just waiting on the others to assemble to finally begin.

[member="RC 212"] [member="Marl"] [member="Krayzen Dratos"] [member="Jerit Kolomor"] [member="Valae Kitra"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Valkren Calderon"] [member="Cambria Zadira"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Jerit Kolomor"]

"Level off the back and front sight post. Both of them should be as level as possible. Hold your breath at the top of your breath between each shot. You'll be fine."