Bucky Barnes (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
imfollowinghim) wrote2014-08-29 06:08 pm
imfollowinghim) wrote2014-08-29 06:08 pm
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[Filtered to Wardens + Select Inmates*]
[Bucky has set himself up in the firing range, and has mounted the camera at an angle so you can see where he is and what he's holding pretty clearly. He's back in his Commandos jacket instead of the soft plaid button downs Stiles requisitioned for him.]
Alright, at this point, most of you know who I am and what I was doing before I got sucked into this circus. For anyone who just got here, I was a sergeant in the US Army before I got transferred to the SSR to join the Howling Commandos, which was a squad that's pretty much a combination of the Army Rangers and OSS. It was 1945 when I got grabbed to come here. [So, World War II, obviously.] Barbara was talking about how we've gotta be better prepared for whatever shit gets thrown at us next, and we got talking about how putting you guys through Basic might help.
And before anyone starts complaining about how they've got superpowers and don't need this shit, Basic's not about who can run the fastest or do the most pushups. It's supposed to be getting you used to following orders, doing what you have to to survive, and working as a unit with guys you just met. It's also supposed to help get you ready for what it's like to have people trying to blow you up every minute of every day.
Most of the stuff I know how to do you hopefully won't ever have reason to worry about, [Although who the hell knows, maybe training people to use frag grenades would be a super smart move if they ever wind up somewhere like the Vanquish's planet again.] And it's probably not realistic to expect all of you to go through actual basic training, [Even though he thinks that might do you guys some good. Maybe a lot of good.]
So I guess we'll start with something simple.
[He lifts up his rifle so you all can get a better look at it.]
This is an M1 Garand. It's a semi-automatic rifle. You get eight rounds to a clip, and it ejects when it's done automatically. It's a little old fashioned for most of you, but it'll fire in the water, sand, mud, whatever and won't jam. It's also really simple to use, so it's not a bad place to start if you've never shot ay anything before. The only thing you've really gotta worry about is we didn't use smokeless gunpowder, so you fire a shot and you're pretty much showing whoever you're fighting where you are.
[He lifts the rifle to demonstrate how to load the clip, working slowly enough for people to follow.]
You load the clip into the magazine with your thumb while holding the rifle bolt back with you palm. Push it down 'till it locks, pull your thumb back quick so the bolt doesn't pinch it when it releases, [Which he does expertly, and the blot slams forward, pushing the clip into place.] And you're ready to go.
[He raises the rifle higher, quickly squeezes off three shots, and punches the release to bring the paper target up to the range. All three hit the bullseye almost exactly, with very little variation.
And with that done, he deliberately takes his finger off the trigger, puts the safety back on and lowers the weapon, barrel pointing at the ground and to the side as looks back at the camera.]
I could tell you I'm gonna really kick the shit out of anyone I catch calling this a gun, not a rifle, but there's more important stuff to cover: you keep the safety on unless you're definitely gonna shoot something. You don't point the gun at anything unless you're definitely gonna shoot it. You don't put your finger on the trigger unless you're definitely gonna shoot something.
[He is absolutely not playing around.]
You think I'm kidding, but guys shoot themselves or their buddies because they think it was just some drill sergeant being an ass, and as great as it is that we don't stay dead here? No one needs to see their friend's face blown off because they weren't being careful.
Blanks can kill you too if you put the barrel close enough to your skull. Don't be a fucking idiot.
[There's a lot of other really basic stuff he could cover - don't serrate your bayonet, don't drink all your water until you know you're gonna have access to more, don't hug the ground if you hear a shell coming at you because you're exposing more of your body laying out flat like that - but that can come later.]
I can give lessons to anyone who's interested in rifles and sidearms. [Grenades, knives, maybe even mortars or a BAR if they needed one, but that's pretty heavy duty for something they'll probably never need to use.] If anyone's interested in hand to hand or needs some survival skills, I can do that, too.
Honestly, what I'd really like to do is get anyone who's interested doing at least a couple hours training a day. It's not gonna be fun and it's not gonna be pretty, but if you wanna stay alive, you'll listen to me and stick with it.
And if anyone wants to talk coordinating lesson plans, I'm all ears.
[Strictly Warden Filtered]
Offer's on the table for inmates, too. Lemme know if you want me to add them to the filter. Figured it probably wasn't a good idea to be broadcasting this shit to everyone if there's someone who'd use it as an excuse to cause a clusterfuck.
[ooc: As Bucky said, he can and will include inmates on this filter if their warden thinks they should be here. Right now that means Helena, Blight, The Emperor and Morgana can see this.
The list will be updated as tags come in!]
[Bucky has set himself up in the firing range, and has mounted the camera at an angle so you can see where he is and what he's holding pretty clearly. He's back in his Commandos jacket instead of the soft plaid button downs Stiles requisitioned for him.]
Alright, at this point, most of you know who I am and what I was doing before I got sucked into this circus. For anyone who just got here, I was a sergeant in the US Army before I got transferred to the SSR to join the Howling Commandos, which was a squad that's pretty much a combination of the Army Rangers and OSS. It was 1945 when I got grabbed to come here. [So, World War II, obviously.] Barbara was talking about how we've gotta be better prepared for whatever shit gets thrown at us next, and we got talking about how putting you guys through Basic might help.
And before anyone starts complaining about how they've got superpowers and don't need this shit, Basic's not about who can run the fastest or do the most pushups. It's supposed to be getting you used to following orders, doing what you have to to survive, and working as a unit with guys you just met. It's also supposed to help get you ready for what it's like to have people trying to blow you up every minute of every day.
Most of the stuff I know how to do you hopefully won't ever have reason to worry about, [Although who the hell knows, maybe training people to use frag grenades would be a super smart move if they ever wind up somewhere like the Vanquish's planet again.] And it's probably not realistic to expect all of you to go through actual basic training, [Even though he thinks that might do you guys some good. Maybe a lot of good.]
So I guess we'll start with something simple.
[He lifts up his rifle so you all can get a better look at it.]
This is an M1 Garand. It's a semi-automatic rifle. You get eight rounds to a clip, and it ejects when it's done automatically. It's a little old fashioned for most of you, but it'll fire in the water, sand, mud, whatever and won't jam. It's also really simple to use, so it's not a bad place to start if you've never shot ay anything before. The only thing you've really gotta worry about is we didn't use smokeless gunpowder, so you fire a shot and you're pretty much showing whoever you're fighting where you are.
[He lifts the rifle to demonstrate how to load the clip, working slowly enough for people to follow.]
You load the clip into the magazine with your thumb while holding the rifle bolt back with you palm. Push it down 'till it locks, pull your thumb back quick so the bolt doesn't pinch it when it releases, [Which he does expertly, and the blot slams forward, pushing the clip into place.] And you're ready to go.
[He raises the rifle higher, quickly squeezes off three shots, and punches the release to bring the paper target up to the range. All three hit the bullseye almost exactly, with very little variation.
And with that done, he deliberately takes his finger off the trigger, puts the safety back on and lowers the weapon, barrel pointing at the ground and to the side as looks back at the camera.]
I could tell you I'm gonna really kick the shit out of anyone I catch calling this a gun, not a rifle, but there's more important stuff to cover: you keep the safety on unless you're definitely gonna shoot something. You don't point the gun at anything unless you're definitely gonna shoot it. You don't put your finger on the trigger unless you're definitely gonna shoot something.
[He is absolutely not playing around.]
You think I'm kidding, but guys shoot themselves or their buddies because they think it was just some drill sergeant being an ass, and as great as it is that we don't stay dead here? No one needs to see their friend's face blown off because they weren't being careful.
Blanks can kill you too if you put the barrel close enough to your skull. Don't be a fucking idiot.
[There's a lot of other really basic stuff he could cover - don't serrate your bayonet, don't drink all your water until you know you're gonna have access to more, don't hug the ground if you hear a shell coming at you because you're exposing more of your body laying out flat like that - but that can come later.]
I can give lessons to anyone who's interested in rifles and sidearms. [Grenades, knives, maybe even mortars or a BAR if they needed one, but that's pretty heavy duty for something they'll probably never need to use.] If anyone's interested in hand to hand or needs some survival skills, I can do that, too.
Honestly, what I'd really like to do is get anyone who's interested doing at least a couple hours training a day. It's not gonna be fun and it's not gonna be pretty, but if you wanna stay alive, you'll listen to me and stick with it.
And if anyone wants to talk coordinating lesson plans, I'm all ears.
[Strictly Warden Filtered]
Offer's on the table for inmates, too. Lemme know if you want me to add them to the filter. Figured it probably wasn't a good idea to be broadcasting this shit to everyone if there's someone who'd use it as an excuse to cause a clusterfuck.
[ooc: As Bucky said, he can and will include inmates on this filter if their warden thinks they should be here. Right now that means Helena, Blight, The Emperor and Morgana can see this.
The list will be updated as tags come in!]
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[Whatever doesn't keep him as the pack's weakest link.]
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[Translation: Allison is going to help you train, Stiles...and she may enjoy trying to make you cry like a little girl.]
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You say fun, I say necessity.
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It feels good to tease him.]
I'm just really looking forward to seeing you up at the ass crack of dawn. Do you even have higher speech functions at that hour? You're going to be so cute when you can't form sentences!
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It's good to see her smile, to hear her familiar laughter.]
I'll have you know that sometimes I haven't even made it to bed by then.
[He sticks his tongue out at her like the mature seventeen year old that he is.]
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Not what I want to hear. You need sleep, Stiles. Try chamomile tea. Or a late night movie marathon.
I'm sure Lydia would love to join you.
[Why yes, she is being more blatant about shoving her besties together, why do you ask?]
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I'm working on it. The sleep thing. Chamomile tea doesn't do anything for me, though.
Yeah but then that means she's sleep deprived, too.
[He doesn't even give her implication a second thought, because he's so used to not giving those implications a second thought anymore.]
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It's so hard when the geniuses decide to be thug stupid.
So she leans forward in the feed with her sweetest smile, switches the feed to private, and folds her hands.]
Stiles? Have a late night movie marathon with Lydia. Be sleep deprived together. And, if you make it an actual movie date? I even promise to not come to your cabin right this second and smack you upside the head the way Alan Argent would if he were here.
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Right. Okay. Movie night.
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...come by my place and borrow THE LITTLE MERMAID.
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[Yeah right, Allison. He's not holding his breath about that last part.] I'll come by and get it.