You enter the Alaska.
Alaska

Alaska has long been the most barren of the states in America, the human settlements in the south fading as the weather turns colder. Much of the land is cold and mountainous, forests and frozen swampland marking the flatlands. Long an oil-rich land, Alaska still has much of its reserves thanks to judicious harvesting of the once all-important fluid. The highest mountains in America are here, tall and snow bound, and the land remains quite beautiful, untouched by the progress in the more urban areas. The native cultures have retaken much of this land, and live there as they have for centuries, keeping the old ways alive. The cities on the southern edge of the state are nonetheless modernized, though there are no stratoscrapers, or even skyscrapers here, merely the last bastion of the dominant civilization before the frozen north.

Stalker Tiger [MH]
Olympic Stands
Sharpshooting Target 5
Sharpshooting Target 4
Sharpshooting Target 3
Sharpshooting Target 2
Sharpshooting Target 1
Uranus [SD]
Anchorage

Obvious exits:
Submerge <D2> leads to Underneath Northern Pacific.
Submerge <D1> leads to Underneath Arctic Ocean.
North <N> leads to Arctic Ocean.
West <W> leads to Northeast Pacific Ocean.
East <E> leads to Yukon Territory.
Up <U> leads to Sky Above Western Canada.

Magnet Man arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Magnet Man has arrived.

Ricochet arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Ricochet has arrived.

Wind Falcon arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Wind Falcon has arrived.

Ricochet transforms into Armor.

Lunar Vixen arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Lunar Vixen has arrived.

Shrapnel Phobosuchus arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Shrapnel Phobosuchus has arrived.

Sonic Banshee arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Sonic Banshee has arrived.

Sonic Banshee arrives, with Hitsuke Kitsune following close by.

Ring Redwing arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Ring Redwing has arrived.

Pilfer Ant arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Pilfer Ant has arrived.

Bragi Callius arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Bragi Callius has arrived.

Amano arrives from the Arctic Ocean.
Amano has arrived.

Shrapnel Phobosuchus transforms into Hovertank.

Magma Dragoon arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Magma Dragoon has arrived.

Moira arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Moira has arrived.

Spitfire Jumpjet arrives from the Sky Above Western Canada.
Spitfire Jumpjet has arrived.

Lightning Gryphon arrives from the Sky Above Western Canada.
Lightning Gryphon has arrived.

Shrapnel Phobosuchus drifts towards the stands as a hovertank, apparently peacefully - at least, as peacefully as a hovertank really can be. It's not pointing at anyone, at least.

Moira has left.

Hurricane Kangaroo arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Hurricane Kangaroo has arrived.

Lightning Gryphon dives down out of the sky, screeching at the top of her birdy lungs as she heads for the event. oO(Gah! Almost didn't make it! Stupid plane!)Oo

Raquel De'Leparte arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Raquel De'Leparte has arrived.

Gemini Man arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Gemini Man has arrived.

Raquel De'Leparte has left.

Razor Pterodactyl arrives from the Sky Above Western Canada.
Razor Pterodactyl has arrived.

Skull Man arrives from the Yukon Territory.
Skull Man has arrived.

Magnet Man just slowly walks towards the event, confident in his abilities and that he will win.

Quint arrives from the Yukon Territory.
Quint has arrived.
Quint appears! Huzzah!

Flare Feline comes out of Anchorage, face sort of twisted. "Why d-did they ha-have to have this in Alaska?" Cold BAD!

Glyde Loath arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Glyde Loath has arrived.

Gemini Man strides into the areana, smirking to himself. He's so in.
Gemini Man strides into the areana, smirking to himself. He's so in.

Inferno Panther arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Inferno Panther has arrived.

Assault Koala arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Assault Koala has arrived.

Shrapnel Phobosuchus settles over by the edge of the stands, hovering with not a care in the world for what it looks like to have a tank there or the cold. Either one.

Cyclone Jackal arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Cyclone Jackal has arrived.

Nightingale arrives from the Sky Above Western Canada.
Nightingale has arrived.

Sarah Storm arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Sarah Storm has arrived.

Hurricane Kangaroo isn't bothered by the cold. Mainly because he's wearing his usual trenchcoat

Pirate Man arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Pirate Man has arrived.

Wind Falcon flies out of Anchorage at high speed, arriving at the shooting arena soon enough. Primary concern? Picking out a weapon that won't get him disqualified. Air attacks would likely do that due to their nature, so...

Dischord arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Dischord has arrived.

Bragi Callius enters the stands with the hordes of other people, shivering in spite of himself. He mumbles, "Gee, it would seem like these are unfair conditions," to himself, and looks around to see if he recognizes anyone. This is the first world-event he's gone to in awhile - who knows, he might see someone important that he knows...

Smite Squirrel has arrived.

Bonne Dropship <Drache> arrives from the Sky Above Western Canada.
Bonne Dropship <Drache> has arrived.

Tron Bonne has arrived.

[OOC] Shrapnel Phobosuchus says, "Don't see why. I'm using all explosions. ;)"

Bonne Dropship <Drache> has left.
Tron Bonne takes Bonne Dropship <Drache>.

Guts Man arrives from the Yukon Territory.
Guts Man has arrived.

Spitfire Jumpjet is used to the absolute zero of space. As she lands on the ground, she looks around, the gold paint of her added medal not yet faded to match the rest of her frame as she approaches the other contestants.

Pilfer Ant walks into the arena, alternating between looking around nervously and shaking his head with a wince... . o O (Get ahold of yourself. Security is tight. The Yakuza-dan won't have the opportunity...) O o .

Ring Redwing waltzes into frozen beauty of an Alaskan night for the sharpshooting contest, shaking snow off her throwing rings and placing them in an temperature-modulated compartment. o0(It's a good thing I'm wearing gloves. If I were human, I'd probably be brring now.)

Skull Man has disconnected.

Sonic Banshee grunts, as she lifts an Elmer Fudd hat from a large purse-type bag on the ground. She ain't bothered by the cold.. mopstly because she's wearing a god awful bnright orange eysore hunting vest, an Elmer Fudd hat, a pair of bunny boots, and her special, Ferret-Pelt gloves, couretesy of Cyber Peacock, and the late Seeker Ferret. Gotta love skinning repliforcers, baby. A wicked smile accompanies her face as she speaks to Hitsuke, who is guarding her purse. "I'm gonna win, I'm sure of it! Ain' no one kin' hit movin' targets like me!" "That's for sure, Banshee. You've got tons of practice, from hunting down your stew when it goes on rampage melee!"

Gemini Man says, "Ahh! My kind of weather, wouldn't you agree, Gemini Man?"

Gemini Man says, "I couldn't say it better myself, bro."

Stalker Tiger meanwhile is already at the stands, finishing off the last of his coffee thermos. He's finally sober, and ready to compete. Reflexively, he unholsters his large gun, spins it around, aims it, spins again, and holsters it. Oh yeah. Now bring on the after-competition beers.

Glyde Loath arrives. That is all you need to know.

Bruce Fury arrives from the Arctic Ocean.
Bruce Fury has arrived.

Spica has arrived.

Inferno Panther wonders in a little late, but still before the contest has started, looking around quickly he heads towards other mavericks.

Ricochet walks in, wearing his armor - probably to help protect against the cold. Orbit follows, his fur being all that he needs for protection. "*BLURP BLIP BLOOP*" <Only took you three hours to find here. A new record.> "Yeah, isn't it?" Ricochet grins. "*BLURP BLOOP*" <Considering it's a fifteen minute walk from the nearest teleporter? Yeah.>

Templar arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Templar has arrived.

Magnet Man gives a wave to Gemini and Pirate, yelling, "We are gonna win this one!"

Smite Squirrel just sits quietly off to the side, carrying what can only be described as a totally excessive amount of firepower, even by his standards.

Lunar Vixen slices into Anchorage at a speed impercieveable to most, scoarching the sky as she revolves to the ground in a gradually slowing spiral, until her momentum has waned enough that she can make a safe landing. Once on the ground, she selects a place from which to observe the games, until she herself is called. The cold of Alaska is like a warm summer breeze to her, in comparison to the sub-zero iciness of space.

Sarah Storm transforms into Strider.

Guts Man arrives to join the competiton. He just hopes this is funner than crashing into opponents. Hopefully this sharpshooting contest will involve shooting live targets. Preferably of the human or reploid kind.
Razor Pterodactyl flies onto the scene of the event about to take place, completely inconfident as usual. But he's here anyway to try his best for the Repliforce. After landing, he saunters over in the general direction of the other competitors. o O(I can't believe I'm actually doing this...)O o

Shrapnel Phobosuchus turns back into a standard crocodilian Reploid, stepping over toward Smite curiously. Evidently someone saw the overloaded squirrel wander in.

Shrapnel Phobosuchus transforms into Shrapnel Phobosuchus.

Dischord just flies in at full speed, muttering something about being late.

Lightning Gryphon lands on the ground, before rearing up onto her hindpaws and looking around. "Hmm..."

Sarah Storm presses forth quietly in the shadows. The young ninja doesn't dare show herself just yet, chosing to remain silent...for once.

Magma Dragoon strides into the area in silent, his tattered cloak billowing about him in the cold air that blow this far north. He looks around, but doesn't seem to be acting like he's very cold. Advantage of being a walking furnance.

Pirate Man chuckles as he walks over to Magnet and nods saying, "Aye mate, we'll win this one in the name of Wily."

Iris arrives from the Yukon Territory.
Iris has arrived.
Iris has left.

Cyclone Jackal flies in and transforms as she lands, looking around for some of the other Mavericks..

Templar has left.

Lunar Vixen makes a gesture to Cyclone when she arrives, calling out to her, "Maverick! Come, join your kind. Do not mingle with these lesser types."

Flare Feline looks up and sees Razor landing, since it's been awhile since he's spoken to him, he decides to walk over. "Heya Razor, how ya been?" He shivers a bit "Man, why did they have to have this thing in Alaska? It'll be hard for me to concentrate with this cold."

As Disch lands though she looks for a Hunter, any Hunter. Just a framiliar face...

The Earth.. trembles. The sky's churn and boil, screaming their agony to the heavens above, their bruised colored clouds crashing and grinding into one another, as if with the comming of ARMAGEDDON!!!... Well, not really. All that really happens is the faint, sweet scent of cigars fill the air... as the Angry Old Man arrives. In a huge crowd of tincans, trashcans, rabid toasters and wired up chunk heads. Heh. This is gonna be fun. -_= Fury takes one glance around, grinds the cigar between ivory teeth, and begins.. SHOVING his way through the crowds with the viciousness only he can show.

Bruce Fury transforms into Military Uniform.

Spitfire Jumpjet stomps the snow off of her legs, looking around at the targets, the competition, et. al. Why couldn't they have the targets in a city.. that'd been better. Ah well. All things considered it could be worse.

Lunar Vixen, by the way, happens to be standing with the other arrived Mavericks.

Spark Hyena arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Spark Hyena has arrived.

Guts Man is in the polar bear section.

From one side of the Arena, cruising down from on high comes a new ship that appears to be nothing more then a flying Brick... a Purple and Grey Brick. Why... It's a DRACHE! That can only mean /one/ thing!

...It's the Bonnes!

The main hatch of the Drache slowly opens... and from it steps first one smaller figure, then another, and four more follow in rapid succession. They appear nothing more... then 2 and a half foot Lego People. ...It's the Servbots!

And from the Drache's entryway, the figure of a young woman slowly slips out... pink and black predominating her outfit. As for her face... well... it's rather hard to see the features of a person wearing a Racing Helmet. Especialy when the visor is down and tinted to be almost completely reflective. Could this be... /THE/ Tron Bonne? ...she does stand there looking a big angry. Then her shout comes from her, directed to the Servbots. "If you had /gotten/ my Car finished in time... I could have Raced... but /NO/... I just have to go and win the Sharpshooting." Tron shrugs, and steps out fully... the Drache sealing itself after she does.

Amano has left.

Stalker Tiger walks up to the just landed Dischord, and grins. "Going for a birthday medal?" he asks with a wink. Of course he's in a good mood. He's got a plan to cheer up the birthday blues. He just needs to get wrapping paper.

Hiryu arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Hiryu has arrived.

Razor Pterodactyl hears Flare's familiar voice, and raises his hand in a half-hearted greeting. "Oh, hello Flare. I'm okay, I guess... the cold's pretty uncomfortable, yeah... luckily we both have ways to keep warm..." He's just rambling now, and he realises it. "Sorry... I'm a little nervous.", he admits, before getting a little more enthusiastic. "Hey, I heard you got Silver in the foot race, huh? Wow, that's pretty impressive."

Magnet Man jumps and gives a small wave to Tron as she enters

Bragi Callius grumbles at his poor choice of seating, and casts his eyes over the front row, where someone is standing up, presumably to go to the bathroom. o O (Should I take his seat? Yeah, why not...) O o He quickly gets up and rushes down before anyone else can fill it up, and sits, content that he can see the action at up front. The man comes back and seems furious, but Bragi pretends not to hear him...he goes away. Bragi again scans the arena for any of the people that he knows in the Repliforce...

Overdrive Ostrich has left.

Hurricane Kangaroo just leans against a convenient object to wait his turn, arms crossed as he looks over the compatition.

Overdrive Ostrich has arrived.

Spitfire Jumpjet has left.

Spitfire Jumpjet has arrived.

Titan arrives from the Sky Above Western Canada.
Titan has arrived.

Midi arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Midi has arrived.

Guts Man chops off his foot from frostbite. Ha I'll show you silly poses!

Midi has left.

Flare Feline nods to Razor, and scratches the back of his head. "Yeah, I got lucky I guess. I just hope we can stop the Mav's from taking this one. Well, hopefully between the two of us, one of us will get something. Good luck!" With that he walks over to whatever place he should be standing in to wait for it to start.

Lights! Thunder! TO-GA! TO-GA! TO-GA!

In a flash of light and reassemblage of pixels, Cyber Peacock, that Maverick maven of MSE, reappears in his usual colourful splendour...but wearing a toga. A large, white bedsheet. He looks slightly...constipated, if that's the word, and he fidgets a little. .oO(Please Intel that I can last this out...)

Bragi Callius has left.

Shrapnel Phobosuchus has left.

Nightingale has left.

Nightingale has arrived.

The speakers come to life, "Welcome to the sharpshooting competition! Rules are posted around the area. First up: Cyber Peacock!"

Hiryu arrives as he always does - From absolutely no direction whatsoever. All of a sudden...There he is.
Hiryu is not done.

Cyber Peacock takes his position, trying (and failing) to look as dignified as Caesar. Thankfully, his drones were able to find something besides his Star Wars, Episode Eighteen bedsheets. He draws a slow, even breath, his headplume lifting with easy grace. A blue visor runs across his optics, and the calculations start as he spies the targets. .oO(...you're smart, you're attractive, and gosh darn it, people like you.) The red headplume jewel kicks to life, and five red bursts snap off towards the targets.

Cyber Peacock strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Aiming Laser attack.
Cyber Peacock misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Aiming Laser attack.
Cyber Peacock strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Aiming Laser attack.
Cyber Peacock strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Aiming Laser attack.
Cyber Peacock misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Aiming Laser attack.

[OOC] Uranus is gonna announce the next people ooc, instead of an emit, to save time :> Next is Wind Falcon

Sarah Storm has disconnected.

Lunar Vixen has arrived.

Cyber Peacock, pleased, runs to the back of the crowd of contestants. His hand strays down his toga, giving the impression of a anachronistic Napoleon. His player is forced to leave for now, but be assured he'll be back, bwaha.

Wind Falcon walks up to the firing line for the first target as Cyber leaves it. However...he doesn't fire by himself. Four silvery orbs, each a bit smaller than a volleyball, launch off of his back. They take up positions at the firing lines for targets 2 through 5. Wind Falcon points his right hand at target 1, as blue energy crackles on it. When he fires forth a single beam, no larger than 3 inches...the orbs fire similar shots in sequence afterwards. Not simultaneously, but 'going down the line' in firing order.

Wind Falcon misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Wind Falcon strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Wind Falcon misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Wind Falcon strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Wind Falcon strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Generic Ranged attack.

Cyber Peacock has disconnected.

Quint leaves! Boo! Oh, well! You just might find him at Olympic Stands!
Quint has left.

Enker arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Enker has arrived.

[OOC] Spica says, "Up next: Bruce Fury."

Hurricane Hawk arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Hurricane Hawk has arrived.

The Angry Old Man himself watches with a slight grunt as a bright colored pincushion and some soon to be cat meal fires off shots. A growled snort sends thick plumes of scented smoke rolling down the Furious One's face as he steps up to the 'plate', so to speak. Reaching up and over his military brand equipment, he pulls out.. an ancient Rifle Laser. Rock hard hands, long since practiced, flip up the scope, and jam the battery into position to let the Wattage charge for a second while Mr. Fury aims. He squints an eye, sniper like, bracing himself for the sudden heating of the old weapon. Then? Five quick, blood red laser shots flicker outwards..

Bruce Fury misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Laser Rifle attack.
Bruce Fury strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Laser Rifle attack.
Bruce Fury strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Laser Rifle attack.
Bruce Fury strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Laser Rifle attack.
Bruce Fury misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Laser Rifle attack.

Flare Feline watches Bruce take his shots. It seems that everyone misses two so far. Flare takes a deep breath and steps forward. oO(Ignore the cold, ignore the cold)Oo He readies his hand blasters, and eyes the targets. Concentrate... Flare fires 5 of his Flare Pulses at the targets, each leaving a red streak in the air following them for a few moments.

You miss Sharpshooting Target 1 with your Flare Pulse attack.
You strike Sharpshooting Target 2 with your Flare Pulse attack.
You strike Sharpshooting Target 3 with your Flare Pulse attack.
You strike Sharpshooting Target 4 with your Flare Pulse attack.
You strike Sharpshooting Target 5 with your Flare Pulse attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Enker."

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Iris transmits: 'Wow, way to go Flare!!'.

Enker takes his assigned place at the shooting range. He draws his spear, holds it close to himself, and concentrates... aligning all of his mental capacities toward these /next five shots/... He sighs quietly to himself, his eyes snap open, and the shots are off... five oblong bursts of energy fired from charged stores in the shaft of his spear!

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Razor Pterodactyl transmits: 'Hey Flare, give the others a chance, will ya?'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Assault Koala transmits: 'oooooh. Good job, mister Feline!'.

Enker strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Energy Spear attack.
Enker strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Energy Spear attack.
Enker strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Energy Spear attack.
Enker strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Energy Spear attack.
Enker misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Energy Spear attack.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Flare Feline transmits: 'Thanks everyone. Good luck to you all who are competing too!'.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Lunar Vixen."

Lunar Vixen blinks before the targets, showing no fan fare as she focuses her optics on the numerous pinpoints, before hefting up her arm, and levelling upon each in turn. Rounds of ice bullets sound off with a sharp 'clink' when they're ejected.

Lunar Vixen strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Nebula Screamers attack.
Lunar Vixen strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Nebula Screamers attack.
Lunar Vixen misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Nebula Screamers attack.
Lunar Vixen strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Nebula Screamers attack.
Lunar Vixen strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Nebula Screamers attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Smite Squirrel."

Smite Squirrel drops down onto one knee in preparation. Careful concentration, eyeballing every little inch of the target area, analyzing the five targets with esquisite percision. Not the slightest nuance is lost to him. Then, having gotten bored with thinking about the shot, Smite hauls out the biggest dang cannon he was able to find (one of his Photon Bazookas that Auto had 'tinkered' with), braces it against his shoulder and starts blazin' away, despite the fact that his gun was designed to take out ride armors, not little targets. Ah well, he'll probably just obliterate the landscape, anyhow.

Ten arrives from the Anchorage South Main Street.
Ten has arrived.

Smite Squirrel strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Smite Squirrel strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Smite Squirrel misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Smite Squirrel misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Smite Squirrel misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Generic Ranged attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Tron Bonne."

The Lego Queen strides up slowly to one of the targeting positions... her Servbots scampering after her. One carries a long, black leather case. Slowly, she surveys the Targeting Range... and her competition. The shimmering reflective facemask moves from one person to another... pausing on a few. Sonic Banshee especially... and the few others she knows by sight. Turning on her heel, she kneels and reaches forward, opening the case and rummages slowly inside and begins to work... waiting for her name to be called out.

Quickly she assembles her weapon, laying it out along the case as she activates and primes the device, the helmeted head nodding slowly. The weapon is a long, heavy looking piece of technology. Raising it up slowly, it appears to be a long, wicked rifle of a sort. Slowly placing the shoulderpeice over her shoulder, she turns to face the targets as her name is called. Gloved hands slide up and grip the trigger and handhold...

"Let's see how they like /THIS/!"

And she slowly squeezes the trigger. And with a chuff of superheated air... a pure red, thick, crackling laser launches out and for the first target, the air itself around the blast superheating and rising up in almost a tunnel of visible distortion around the beam!

The Bonne Laser!

And in quick succession, she turns the device, takes aim, and fires at each successive, more distant and smaller target!
Tron Bonne misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Generic Ranged attack.
Tron Bonne strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Generic Ranged attack.
Tron Bonne strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Generic Ranged attack.
Tron Bonne strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Generic Ranged attack.
Tron Bonne misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Generic Ranged attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Ricochet."

Ricochet walks out... taking his place as he pauses for a moment... contemplating the scenario. Five targets... five targets. For a moment, he almost looks like he hesitates... but fortunately for him, his ego kicks in. "Ready, Orbit?..." he inquires... the replirat being allowed to compete with him because... well, their relatively extreme symbiosis. "*BLURP BLIP*" <Just so long as mom isn't bugging us again...>

Up in the stands, a worried woman watches the Reploids down below... . o O (I hope they remembered to change their underwear beforehand...)

They synchronize mentally. One... Ricochet's hand materializes several weapons... which appear to be standard billiard balls, actually. Two... Orbit's cheeks become alight with electricity, along with his tail, and much of the rest of his body... THREE! The pair launches an assault on the targets.
Ricochet strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Ricochet Sphere attack.
Ricochet misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Electrobolt attack.
Ricochet strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Ricochet Sphere attack.
Ricochet strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Electrobolt attack.
Ricochet strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Ricochet Sphere attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Gemini Man."

Gemini Man walks up to the line, his double just beside him. "Okay, Gemini, we're gonna do our best, aren't we?"
Gemini Man laughs, eyeing the target launcher. "You bet your hinder we are, Gemini!"
Gemini Man says, "You ready?"
Gemini Man nods.
Gemini Man flexes, and takes a step forward. "Okay, then, let's get at it!"
Gemini Man launches into the air, feet folding forward as he transforms, turning into a bulky weapon, that lands in Gemini Man's hands. "Okay, my let's master these targets like it ain't no thing!" He fires... and the weapon's shot flys astray, the beam smacking the ground just in front of Gemini... then up... it hits a tree, then smacks back into the ground... and towards the targets... the fabled Gemini Laser.
Gemini Man misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Gemini Laser attack.
Gemini Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Gemini Laser attack.
Gemini Man misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Gemini Laser attack.
Gemini Man misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Gemini Laser attack.
Gemini Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Gemini Laser attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Spitfire Jumpjet."

Spitfire Jumpjet has been watching everyone else go 1-5 or 5-1. Stepping up to the attack herself, Spitfire settles in, a hatch on her left leg opening, and extracting her ion pistol, before she lifts it, going from 3, then to 4, 2, 5, and 1, in the hopes of varying up her attacks just enough to maybe score a perfect in this round, and continue on to the next. And if she doesn't.. well, she has her gold, so go figure. Neener neener.
Spitfire Jumpjet misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Ion Pistol attack.
Spitfire Jumpjet misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Ion Pistol attack.
Spitfire Jumpjet misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Ion Pistol attack.
Spitfire Jumpjet strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Ion Pistol attack.
Spitfire Jumpjet strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Ion Pistol attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Well, that was speedy. :> Next: Pilfer Ant."

One of Pilfer's mandibles angles in such a way as to suggest a smirk as he watches the others before him go. . o O (Oh, come on! They have to stop and think just to shoot that well?) O o . His fear of being assassinated momentarily drowned out by his arrogance, the antbot strides forward and instantly lets loose a series of heat ray shots -- some from one eyes, some from the other. After all, shooting with both eyes at once would be cheating, wouldn't it?
Pilfer Ant strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Heat Slicer attack.
Pilfer Ant strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Heat Slicer attack.
Pilfer Ant strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Heat Slicer attack.
Pilfer Ant misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Heat Slicer attack.
Pilfer Ant misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Heat Slicer attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Glyde Loath."

Glyde Loath walks out towards the targets, bowing and smiling and such at the cameras and the crowd, knowing that there are, doubtless, a multitude of women screaming his name as they watch. Ah... So, he steps up to the firing area and... pulls out roses. YES. Roses. Why? Because he can. He lines them up as if they were playing darts, and fires away.
Glyde Loath misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Thrown Rose attack.
Glyde Loath strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Thrown Rose attack.
Glyde Loath misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Thrown Rose attack.
Glyde Loath misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Thrown Rose attack.
Glyde Loath misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Thrown Rose attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Hurricane Kangaroo."

Hurricane Kangaroo strides up to the shooting line, winding his arms a few times, as if warming up. Actually, he's building up the air pressure around him for his attacks. Then he stops, raising his arms back, a pair of, no real surprise is it, boomerangs flipping out into his hands. He grunts a bit, ears lying back as he concentrates, aims, and then whips his arms forward, flinging the two 'rangs at the farthest targets. Crouching and then rearing back from the throws, his arms draw back again, a moment to refocus, and "Hurricane Knuckle!" A two-fisted punching gesture sends a blast of air from each fist at two more targets. And for the finally as he braces himself, the crystal in his helmet brow fires off a quick laser at the center.
Hurricane Kangaroo strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Hurricane Kangaroo misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Hurricane Kangaroo misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Hurricane Kangaroo misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Hurricane Kangaroo strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Generic Ranged attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Pirate Man."

Pirate Man studies the targets infront of him as he steps up to his place quickly out thinking his strategy as five of his smaller mines line up into the chamber to fire, he then quickly scans each target as his left arm shifts into a cannon, a smirk forming on his face as he aims then fires one projectile at each target knowing that each mine will only be able to take out one target each

Pirate Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Homing Mine attack.
Pirate Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Homing Mine attack.
Pirate Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Homing Mine attack.
Pirate Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Homing Mine attack.
Pirate Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Homing Mine attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Sonic Banshee."

As the score for the last attempt is called, Sonic snorts. "Ametures." She remarks, to Hitsuke, before she tugs her ferret fur gloves down on her hands, and smiles evilly when her name is called. Looking to Hitsuke, she announces, "Keep yer tails cross, eh? Ye've got enough of them t'ae keep me in the Lucky Irish Green." She announces, before turning, and stalking towards the line at which contestants must stand. She reaches into her Anime Subspace Pocket.. but she does NOT withdraw a weapon. Instead, she withdraws an entire 'Lei' of little rabbit's feet, four leaf clovers, horshoes, stars, hearts, moons (You guessed it, a string of cereal peices),and slips that onto her neck and shoulders. Then, she draws the sign of the cross across her chest, does fifteen 'Hail Marys', five 'Our Fathers', puts her left foot in, puts her left foot out, puts her left foot it, shakes it all about, she does the hokey pokey and she turns herself around -- "Yah-tah-dah-tah-dah-dah-daht-daht, tah-daht-daht-dah, CHA!" -- o/` And that's what it's all about! o/` .. Achem. Her various displays of lucky gestures and rituals now over, she pulls a pair of goggles from her pocket, plops them on her head, an then pulls from her anime subspace pocket.. a giant, fruit-cake rocket launcher. With a grin, she remarks, "Here's hopin'," and then, with a SHHHPOINK! of sound, she unleashes a fruitcake flying for the first target. several more shhpoink!s of sound erupt as she travels on down the line, pelting the various bullseyes with large bruicks of christmas pastrey.
Sonic Banshee misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Toxic Cooking attack.
Sonic Banshee misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Toxic Cooking attack.
Sonic Banshee strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Toxic Cooking attack.
Sonic Banshee strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Toxic Cooking attack.
Sonic Banshee misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Toxic Cooking attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Magma Dragoon."

Magma Dragoon steps up to the firing line with optics narrowed against the cold. Though generating a great deal of heat by merely standing there, he still dislikes an enviroment like this. His cloak stirring against him gently, the Elite Hunter draws an energy pistol from the darkness of that tattered garment. He raises the weapon silently, stance held aside to the targets, and squeezes the trigger. Blue beams of crackling energy lurch forth from the barrel of the gun, each adjusted by Dragoon's movements to surge toward the various targets presented.
Magma Dragoon strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Magma Dragoon strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Magma Dragoon misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Magma Dragoon strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Magma Dragoon strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Generic Ranged attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Hiryu."

Hiryu steps out of the stands slowly, his Cipher held to the side steadily; Every muscle on the Strider's body moves only at his command, and his blade, held at a rather uncomfortable angle from behind and to the back of him, crossing behind him, Hiryu stares down the five targets blankly. Pausing at the designated range to begin firing, the Man in Blue eyes them, raising his glance briefly up towards the stands. No problem...

Five targets....The small one might be a problem. But not for him. Casting one wide-eyed stare up towards the crowd, Strider Hiryu holds the Shin Cipher in his hand out, aiming it down hill like a gun...As it charges with a little electronic whine. Dropping it to his side, Hiryu now holds one hand up, pointing at the first target to shoot with two fingers...

As his blade wizzes energetically with the power flowing through his system, Hiryu leans back on it, the mercury-resembling plasma cascading across it's surface. Reflecting the environment of Alaska crisply on it's pure length, the Strider, all at once, twists his arm around...1...2...3...4...5 slashes. With a sword? But...Look close.

At the apex of every cut, the magnetic forces binding the plasma unto the blade releases, as 5 bullet-like shots streak towards the targets. And without pausing to examine how he did up close, the Strider drifts back towards the crowds...

Hiryu misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Plasma Bolt attack.
Hiryu strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Plasma Bolt attack.
Hiryu strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Plasma Bolt attack.
Hiryu strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Plasma Bolt attack.
Hiryu misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Plasma Bolt attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Ring Redwing."

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Hurricane Kangaroo transmits: 'Bah. Shooting ain't my thing anyways'.

Ring Redwing deftly plucks a small-sized ring from her left arm with her right hand. Her bangs fall over her face as she lowers her head in concentration. She carefully brings the ring in line with the target. Her right arm then begins rotating and following the target's path, red glove and red ring seeming to wave like a violent flame in a strong breeze. Despite the movement of her arm, the rest of her body is perfectly still. Just then, a spritely breeze blows across the area briefly, causing Redwing's blonde hair to sway alluringly. As the breeze dies and silence sinks into the distance, Redwing raises her head suddenly. Her yellow eyes snap open with enough force to cause her bangs to fly upward and away from her face, her mouth opens to shout a short cry as she flicks her wrist with an almost imperceptible motion. "HA!"
Ring Redwing misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Generic Ranged attack.
Ring Redwing awws as her shot goes wide of the target, then oopses as it careens of a cheering spectator gumbie named 'Target #' Redwing vows to apologize afterward. 0.0
Ring Redwing awws as her shot goes wide of the target, then oopses as it careens of a cheering spectator gumbie named 'Target #' Redwing vows to apologize afterward. 0.0
Ring Redwing strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Generic Ranged attack.
Ring Redwing strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Generic Ranged attack.
Ring Redwing strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Generic Ranged attack.
Ring Redwing misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Generic Ranged attack.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Iris transmits: 'Fantastic, Ring!!'.

Ring Redwing oh wells at the score. She decides to stop by and apologize to the gumbie she hit earlier and hands him a shiny consolation ring before heading back to the stands to cheer on her fellow Repliforcers.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Magnet Man."

Magnet Man walks forward to the targets, looking at them with the utmost confidence. Sweeping his arm forward a *shink* sounds as Magnet Missiles load and fire.. but they don't shoot forward yet, instead floating infront of the Master of Magnetics. Grinning to himself he says to each Missile "Your powerful, you will win... Wily commands it!" and each of the missiles fly off for their targets.
Ring Redwing has left.

Magnet Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Magnet Missiles attack.
Magnet Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Magnet Missiles attack.
Magnet Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Magnet Missiles attack.
Magnet Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Magnet Missiles attack.
Magnet Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Magnet Missiles attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Inferno Panther."

Inferno Panther steps up to the shooting line. Considering the targets carefully, he pulls 5 small disk shaped objects from a holder in his left leg. Concentrating on the targets for several moments he calulates out trajectorys and feeds them to the small drones tagergetting computer's. Once accomplished he tosses all 5 discks at once, each one streaking off at its intended target.
Inferno Panther strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Hell Razors attack.
Inferno Panther misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Hell Razors attack.
Inferno Panther misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Hell Razors attack.
Inferno Panther strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Hell Razors attack.
Inferno Panther strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Hell Razors attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Spark Hyena."

Spark Hyena steps up to the line confidently, her hand pointed in the traditional 'gun' gesture. A light blue trail of ozone wafts from the arcing electricity along her pointed finger. Carefully the Hunter hyena takes up aim on the first target and lets loose a thin beam of electricity. She repeats for the second.
Spark Hyena strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Generic Ranged attack.
Spark Hyena strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Generic Ranged attack.
Frustrated with this show of conservatisim, Sparky stands to full height and whips her arm back. Cracking blue bolts surround her hand and she tosses a streaking bolt of blue at the target.
Spark Hyena misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Generic Ranged attack.
Spark Hyena follows this display of electrical energy with a brighter one from her main gun, the sparkcaster. A stream of bright blue sparks lances towards the fourth target.
Spark Hyena strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Generic Ranged attack.
Spark Hyena looks at the first four targets then for what seems to be several long moments, eyes the fifth and final target. She turns her back to the range and grins at the crowd. Bolts of blue arc from eartip to eartip. She claps and the electricity build up within her complies with a thunderous report. A brilliant lightning bolt comes down for the final target.
Spark Hyena misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Generic Ranged attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Titan."

Titan steps up to the line, and firmly plants his feet and relaxes his shoulders. His systems scan over the targets, following their pattern and analyzing the best attack algorythm. */This is Ian, Titan, make sure to utilize the multipul target tracking system I designed for this event...it's really cool!/* Titan continues to focus, his systems anounce **Target Aquired, fire when ready.** Titan's right eye flares a briliant blue, "Observe closely! This is how we deal with pesky insects in upstate New York!" Titan exclaims as he lets loose 5 concise blasts from his eyepiece.

Titan strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with its Steropes Ion Blast attack.
Titan strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with its Steropes Ion Blast attack.
Titan strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with its Steropes Ion Blast attack.
Titan strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with its Steropes Ion Blast attack.
Titan misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with its Steropes Ion Blast attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Nightingale."

Spark Hyena coughs, looking slightly embarrased by her final miss. She quietly sneaks into the crowd.

Nightingale takes her position, since that's what she's supposed to do, and she's not the one to break the rules unless it'd be entertained. Unlike so many others, she doesn't mind the cold one bit. The weather is good. The weather isn't hot. Fire is hot. Fire brings pain. Pain is bad. But this weather is good. Right. She takes a deep breath, filling her system with chilly, refreshing oxygen, her eyes darting from one target to the other. A quiet, peaceful hum can be heard as her generator powers up, and moments later a soft, golden light appears, forming around her hands, but the glow soon grows in intensity, making it hard to see her manual manipulators. If anyone was looked at them. Which they aren't. Or something like that. Then, raising her hands, the reploid takes a step back before she hurls an energy bolt towards each target in turn. Yes, just like that! Now, watch her miss! The light is reflected in her eyes as she takes one last look at the targets, then turns away, and walks back towards the stands or wherever, not seeing whether she hits or misses. It's probably for the best.
Nightingale strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Halo Bolt attack.
Nightingale strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Halo Bolt attack.
Nightingale strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Halo Bolt attack.
Nightingale strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Halo Bolt attack.
Nightingale strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Halo Bolt attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Guts Man."

Guts Man walks up to the plate along with a little companion, "Nerp! Nerp! Nerp!" The God of hardhats bends down picking up the little fellow. He raises the critter up to eye sight as the cross on the forehead extends out like a crosshair. He pulls the hardhat closer to his right optic then yanks on the legs. The hardhat spews out a madness of pellets at the targets.
Guts Man misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Hardhats attack.
Guts Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Hardhats attack.
Guts Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Hardhats attack.
Guts Man misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Hardhats attack.
Guts Man misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Hardhats attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Lightning Gryphon."

Lightning Gryphon smirks as she pads towards the assigned area, fluttering her wings as she hops back up onto her hind legs. "Lesse here.." She snaps her beak as the air around her grows heavy. Electricity begins to crackle around her body, increasing in strength before she directs them towards the targets in front of her. "Go, my lightning minions!" she cackles as the yellow energy zips off of her body.

Lightning Gryphon strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Thunderstorm attack.
Lightning Gryphon misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Thunderstorm attack.
Lightning Gryphon misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Thunderstorm attack.
Lightning Gryphon strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Thunderstorm attack.
Lightning Gryphon strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Thunderstorm attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Stalker Tiger."

Stalker Tiger smirks as he comes from the stands. A bottle of beer in one-hand, Stalker eyes the targets, while his reddened eyes lock on for the bullseyes. He waits, tenses, and throws the bottle sky-high, while quickly reaching for and unholstering his gun. Spinning it around into a firing position, Stalker fires off 5 speedy shots for the targets. Once done, he quickly re-holsters the gun, and extends a hand to catch the bottle, which he promptly slices the cap off of with a claw. Toasting the targets, he takes a drink. "An' that is that." comments Stalker, walking back towards the stands.
Stalker Tiger strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Channeled Blast attack.
Stalker Tiger strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Channeled Blast attack.
Stalker Tiger strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Channeled Blast attack.
Stalker Tiger misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Channeled Blast attack.
Stalker Tiger strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Channeled Blast attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Sarah Storm."

Sarah Storm strolls silently from out of the shadows. Her darkened shades gaze quietly at the crowd then back towards the targets, studying them carefully. The crowd seems to almost disappear from her mind as she begins to calculate her opponent. Placing her shades in her pocket the young girl pulls out her Storm Cipher from behind her. The cipher softly begins to hum as the electrical currents run across the blade, letting it charge up. Her fingers clutch tightly on the hilt as she fires two shots towards the targets. Tossing her blade to the side she takes out a couple of koosh balls which she baseball throws at the last remaining targets.

Sarah Storm strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Storm Shock attack.
Sarah Storm strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Storm Shock attack.
Sarah Storm misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Koosh Ball attack.
Sarah Storm misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Koosh Ball attack.
Sarah Storm misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Koosh Ball attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Razor Pterodactyl."

Razor Pterodactyl would probably start sweating heavily now if he was able to, not even feeling the cold he dislikes so much at the moment. He steps up to the shooter's position, trying to remember why he signed up for this. He can't. Too nervous. o O(Okay, clear your mind now... that's it... inner peace... serenity... now, focus on the targets...)O o He takes his sweet time relaxing, blotting out all thoughts, all surroundings... which elicits a "Get on with it!" or ten from the crowd. But Razor doesn't hear that right now, he's busy preparing to become as focused as he can possibly get. He figures he's got the best chance of hitting the targets by firing at them in rapid succession, since his focus never lasts very long. So that's what does... attempt to mentally lock on to all targets simultaneously. Then, just as the more impatient and uninterested people in the stands begin to fall asleep, he brings up both arms in a blur of motion, and instantly two razor-sharp discs pop up out of his forearms and are launched at the largest two targets. No more than a second later, he turns slightly to repeat the action on target 3 and 4. For the last and smallest target, he puts his left arm on top of his right arm to hold it steady, and fires the a last disc from his right arm at the target that is most difficult to hit of all. The firing itself took less than five seconds. It was fast alright... but was it accurate?
Razor Pterodactyl strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Razor Disc attack.
Razor Pterodactyl strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Razor Disc attack.
Razor Pterodactyl strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Razor Disc attack.
Razor Pterodactyl misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Razor Disc attack.
Razor Pterodactyl strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Razor Disc attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Overdrive Ostrich."

Overdrive Ostrich steps up to the line and crouches, aiming his forearm at the first target. A whistling blade fires out at it and he retargets on each, launching a single Sonic Slicer before carefully lining up the next shot.
Overdrive Ostrich strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Sonic Slicer attack.
Overdrive Ostrich misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Sonic Slicer attack.
Overdrive Ostrich strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Sonic Slicer attack.
Overdrive Ostrich strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Sonic Slicer attack.
Overdrive Ostrich misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Sonic Slicer attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Dischord."

Jet Stingray arrives from the Sky Above Western Canada.
Jet Stingray has arrived.
Jet Stingray has left.

As Dischord flies up and over to the 'Spot' that all the other contestants have taken before her, she pulls out the ultimate weapon to throw at the targets!

Is it a Gundam? No it's worse. It's a small squishy plastic thing that looks almost like it's covered in fur. In other words it's a blue Koosh Ball. Aparently Sarah Storm isn't the only one that can use those little toys to hit things with. Of course the Mercenary calmly throws the toy at the first taget, before yet another koosh ball, which just happens to be red, appears in her hands so she can throw it at the second target. And then of course she repeates the proccess for two the other three targets, using a diferent colored Koosh Ball for each target...

But for the last target she pulls out a diferent thing... A doll that looks like Dr. Wily.... One that has a /ton/ of pins stuck in it. In other words, it's a voodoo doll....
Dischord strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Koosh Ball attack.
Dischord strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Koosh Ball attack.
Dischord strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Koosh Ball attack.
Dischord misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Koosh Ball attack.
Dischord strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Generic Ranged attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Assault Koala."

Assault Koala shuffles up to the starting position, looking around nervously. This place is so big.. She shrugs, settling down at the line. She looks over the targets for a few short moments as she braces the five foot plus shotgun in the ground at her feet. Bursting into motion, she quickly fires several different types of shots in succession, lobbing two grenades simultaneously at the first two targets before switching to single-round munitions. .. Was one of those a dull click? Regardless, by the time she's done firing, she's been knocked so far off balance by the kickback that she actually falls over. Wobbling for a moment, she regains her feet and ambles off.
Assault Koala misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Timed Grenades attack.
Assault Koala strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Timed Grenades attack.
Assault Koala strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Dry Fire attack.
Assault Koala misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Plasma Round attack.
Assault Koala strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Ap Round attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Cyclone Jackal."

Cyclone Jackal makes her way up to the target range, drawing both of her sub machineguns out, and taking aim towards targets one and five, opening fire, before she sweeps the weapons towards targets two and four. The weapons click as she empties out the clips, twirling the weapons and putting them away, as she fires her wrist rockets towards the target.

Cyclone Jackal misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Single Sub-machine Gun attack.
Cyclone Jackal misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Single Sub-machine Gun attack.
Cyclone Jackal strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Single Sub-machine Gun attack.
Cyclone Jackal strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Single Sub-machine Gun attack.
Cyclone Jackal misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Wrist Rockets attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Hurricane Hawk."

Hurricane Hawk walks upto the shooting range, a shoulder cannon is taken from it's place and put on the hawk's wrist instead. Concentraiting for a few long moments, the arm of the avian CO raises and he begins to let 5 blasts of air simply fire out at the targets. Granted it may be hard to see the actual projectiles but it's very obvious they are hit when they fall.
Hurricane Hawk strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Single Aero Blaster attack.
Hurricane Hawk strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Single Aero Blaster attack.
Hurricane Hawk misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Single Aero Blaster attack.
Hurricane Hawk misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Single Aero Blaster attack.
Hurricane Hawk misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Single Aero Blaster attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Shrapnel Phobosuchus."

Shrapnel Phobosuchus clambers out of the stands, wordlessly. She walks, slowly, toward the place where one shoots from. About half-way, she starts to fuss with the large mortar on her right arm, evidently checking the load. As she stands in the spot, she stays still momentarily before launching a mortar shell to arc towards each target. She mutters something under her breath in Spanish, then holds her left and only hand to shade her face to spot where they land.
Shrapnel Phobosuchus misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Standard Load attack.
Shrapnel Phobosuchus misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Standard Load attack.
Shrapnel Phobosuchus misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Standard Load attack.
Shrapnel Phobosuchus misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Standard Load attack.
Shrapnel Phobosuchus strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Standard Load attack.

[OOC] Spica says "Ten, you're up

Ten calmly walks up to the shooting range. For once, the phoenix looks completely serious. Her stance, expression, and movement convey only one emotion, determination. For Ten, this competition has become a personal test, a test of her abilities. She truly believes that she can win a gold medal for Repliforce, and seeks to prove it. Calmly and carefully, Ten points her right palm at the first target, opens a flame jet in that palm, and sends a small fireball at the first target. She then repeats for each target.

Ten misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Flame Palm Blast attack.
Ten strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Flame Palm Blast attack.
Ten strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Flame Palm Blast attack.
Ten strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Flame Palm Blast attack.
Ten misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Flame Palm Blast attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Okay then. Neon. :>"

Neon Tiger eyes the moving targets, trying to discern a pattern if any is there. There are definitely some excellent shooters here if the people before here are any indication. Curling her tail up and over her shoulder, the tip glowing with energy as the Maverick tiger aims as best she can. Five orbs of pure energy are fired off in rapid succession and all are headed towards the targets.
Neon Tiger strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Ray Splasher attack.
Neon Tiger strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Ray Splasher attack.
Neon Tiger misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Ray Splasher attack.
Neon Tiger misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Ray Splasher attack.
Neon Tiger misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Ray Splasher attack.

[OOC] Uranus says, "OK, round one is over. Gimme a sec to announce who goes on :>"

Uranus says, "Lightning Gryphon, Titan, Inferno Panther, Enker, Dischord, Razor Pterodactyl, Stalker Tiger, Wind Falcon, Magma Dragoon, Lunar Vixen, Ricochet, Flare Feline, Nightingale, Pirate Man, Magnet Man."

[OOC] Spica says, "It is now Round 2. Next: Titan."

Titan .pleased with his performance last round steps up to the fireing line again. He raises his arm, pointing some of his aux weapons out into the field of targets. */ARe you nuts dude!? I didn't configure the arm weapons for this sort of thing...they're, like, close range only!/* Titan lowers his arm at this warning and his eye piece begins to charge again. **Power surge detected...** Titan's systems report. "No time to dilly-dally! For when I gaze on my foes, the fall under the light of justice!"
Titan misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with its Steropes Ion Blast attack.
Titan misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with its Steropes Ion Blast attack.
Titan misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with its Steropes Ion Blast attack.
Titan misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with its Steropes Ion Blast attack.
Titan strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with its Steropes Ion Blast attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Enker."
[OOC] Spica says, "Grah. My mistake. Next: Magma Dragoon."

Magma Dragoon adjusts the energy pistol calmly as he moves up to the line, another gust of cold air blowing admist his tattered cloak. Just as before, he raises the weapon while granting himself only a moment to focus upon the objects. Five shots unleash in succession, each positioned so as to lance out toward the targets of various sizes. The beams cast a blue haze upon the ground as they travel rather than shadows.
Magma Dragoon strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Magma Dragoon misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Magma Dragoon misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Magma Dragoon strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Generic Ranged attack.
Magma Dragoon strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Generic Ranged attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Inferno Panther."

Inferno Panther smirks as he once again walks up to the firing line, "Well, I didn't quite expect to make it." He says to himself as looks over the targets, this time opting for his blaster. Inferno's right hand disappears into his arm, only to be replaced by a barrel. Inferno takes carefull aim on the targets as he focuses his mind, "Time to bring home another gold for the mavericks." 5 plasma blasts discharge from the blaster in rapid succession.
Inferno Panther strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Inferno Blaster attack.
Inferno Panther misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Inferno Blaster attack.
Inferno Panther misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Inferno Blaster attack.
Inferno Panther misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Inferno Blaster attack.
Inferno Panther strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Inferno Blaster attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Ricochet."

Ricochet walks out onto the field once more... brow furrowed, faint smirk repressed as his ego combats his common sense. He narrows his optics as he surveys the targets once more... and nods towards Orbit. The mouse's electro-stablizers kick into place, and Ricochet materializes some more attack balls... the two glancing towards each other. Their gazes meet, and a synchronous nod is the result... they're ready. With a grunt, the balls and electrobursts are released simultaneously.
Ricochet strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Spike Ball attack.
Ricochet strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Electroshock attack.
Ricochet strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Spike Ball attack.
Ricochet misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Electroshock attack.
Ricochet strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Spike Ball attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Magnet Man."

Magnet Man walks forward once again, absolutely beaming with self assurance of his victory.. that he will present to Wily the gold! That he will be the greatest of all Masters!... Yes he is just that full of himself. Yet again a *shink* is heard, Magnet Missiles flying out towards the targets as he yells, "Win it for Dad!"
Magnet Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Magnet Missiles attack.
Magnet Man misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Magnet Missiles attack.
Magnet Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Magnet Missiles attack.
Magnet Man misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Magnet Missiles attack.
Magnet Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Generic Ranged attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Stalker Tiger."

Stalker Tiger makes his way out onto the field slowly. He stands before the targets, eyeing them up carefully. Finally, with an angry snarl, he reaches for his bandoliers, throwing twin discs at the first two targets. Quickly, he switches to his gun for the next two shots, and then charges it with an audiable hum. Then, he fires at the last target. *THWOOM* "Feh."

Stalker Tiger strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Disk Bomb attack.
Stalker Tiger misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Disk Bomb attack.
Stalker Tiger strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Channeled Blast attack.
Stalker Tiger strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Channeled Blast attack.
Stalker Tiger strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Fusion Blast attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Lightning Gryphon."

Lightning Gryphon, complete with smug look plastered on her beak, once again returns to the targeting area. Once there she sits down and holds up a forepaw, electricity gatherering into an orb shape as she begins to toss it around in her paws. "Whelp, here goes nothin'!" she chirps with a clack of her beak, before flinging ball after ball of lightning towards the targets. "Fry! Fry! Bwahahaha!" After she's done, she calmly stands and pads away, her tail swishing from side to side.
Lightning Gryphon strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Electric Orb attack.
Lightning Gryphon misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Electric Orb attack.
Lightning Gryphon misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Electric Orb attack.
Lightning Gryphon strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Electric Orb attack.
Lightning Gryphon misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Electric Orb attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Nightingale."

Nightingale, being Nightingale, walks up to wherever she's expected to stand, summons the pretty lights, and throws them towards the targets. Just like last time. Except, according to karmic laws, she should miss badly this time. Then she walks away again. Whee! Look at her go!
Nightingale strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Halo Bolt attack.
Nightingale strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Halo Bolt attack.
Nightingale misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Halo Bolt attack.
Nightingale misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Halo Bolt attack.
Nightingale strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Halo Bolt attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Pirate Man."

Pirate Man smirks as he moves back into place, his one optic scanning the targets as he once again determines his strategy loading another five mines before he takes one quick look at his competition but doesn't say as anything focusing back on the targets as his arm shifts again into a cannon before he aims and fires down the line as he did last time
Pirate Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Homing Mine attack.
Pirate Man misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Homing Mine attack.
Pirate Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Homing Mine attack.
Pirate Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Homing Mine attack.
Pirate Man misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Homing Mine attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Dischord."

Dischord still looks strangely calm as she once again flies up to the 'zone' and lands. This time though, Koosh balls don't appear in her hand so she can throw then. No, instead she makes what at first looks like a fist, only her pointer finger is out, and her thumb is up, kinda like what a child would do if they were pretending. Only with Dischord, as you'll soon find out, this isn't exactly play, for as soon as she does that she points her 'gun' at the first target she whispers the word "Bang..." before a ray silently leaps from her finger towards the first target. Then in rapid succession, before the first shot even has a chance to hit, she points her finger at yet another target, and then another, firing off a shot each time untill she's fired at all five...
Dischord strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Energy Beam attack.
Dischord misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Energy Beam attack.
Dischord strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Energy Beam attack.
Dischord misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Energy Beam attack.
Dischord strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Energy Beam attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Lunar Vixen."

Lunar Vixen stands poised before the targets once more, and once more, she levels a solid gaze on them. Optics hone and focus, concentration calls out to the circuitry that wires her body together. An aire of tension and preparation permeates the moment. Suddenly, her shoulder canons rear up as she swivels on her stiletto heels, facing each target in turn as incandescent bolts of energy fire off under snapping cracks of energy.
Lunar Vixen strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Lunar Render attack.
Lunar Vixen misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Lunar Render attack.
Lunar Vixen strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Lunar Render attack.
Lunar Vixen misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Lunar Render attack.
Lunar Vixen strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Lunar Render attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Razor Pterodactyl."

Razor Pterodactyl steps back up to the shooter's position, staring at the targets. He still can't believe it. o O(I made it to the second round? How did that happen?)O o Well, no sense in dwelling on it. Now he just has to try and focus again, it worked well enough last time. o O(Okay... inner peace... calm yourself... there is naught but the targets...)O o Audible groans emerge from the stands. Yep, it's the guy who takes forever to prepare himself again. And indeed it takes roughly the same amount of time for him to get ready this time. He doesn't bother to change his firing pattern either. When he finally does feel he's ready, he mimics the same movements he made in the previous round. Two simultaneously fired Razor Discs at the first two targets, two more at the next two not a second later, and his left arm holds his right arm steady for the final shot at the smallest target. If someone was timing him, they'd find the movements took the exact same amount of time to complete as well, by the millisecond.
Razor Pterodactyl strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Razor Disc attack.
Razor Pterodactyl misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Razor Disc attack.
Razor Pterodactyl misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Razor Disc attack.
Razor Pterodactyl strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Razor Disc attack.
Razor Pterodactyl misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Razor Disc attack.

[OOC] Spica says, "Next: Flare Feline."

Flare Feline gulps as he steps back up. He didn't really think he'd make it to the second round, but here he is. Once again trying to block the cold from his mind, he readies his arm, and aims. As long as the other Forcers continue, he'll be happy. Of course, he'd be happier if he made it too... He eyse the targets, and doesn't dare fire until he's sure it'll be a hit. Once he's confident of his aim, he fires!
You miss Sharpshooting Target 1 with your Flare Pulse attack.
You strike Sharpshooting Target 2 with your Flare Pulse attack.
You miss Sharpshooting Target 3 with your Flare Pulse attack.
You strike Sharpshooting Target 4 with your Flare Pulse attack.
You miss Sharpshooting Target 5 with your Flare Pulse attack.

[OOC] Uranus says, "And Enker and Wind Falcon aren't on."
[OOC] Uranus does the sorting
[OOC] Spica says, "Therefore, Round 2 is now over. :)"

[OOC] Uranus says, "Stalker Tiger, Ricochet, Magma Dragoon, Magnet Man, Lunar Vixen, Discord, Pirate Man, Nightingale. Cutoff at 8."

Olympic Stands
Contents:
Razor Pterodactyl
Cyclone Jackal
Amano
Hiryu
Shrapnel Phobosuchus
Pilfer Ant
Cyber Peacock
Gemini Man
Jet Stingray
Spark Hyena
Ring Redwing
Bragi Callius
Midi
Iris
Moira

Iris smiles fondly at Jet. "Good...I've missed you," she says.

> From outside, [OOC] Spica says, "Round 3. Next up: Ricochet."

> From outside, Ricochet is... well... somewhat surprised that he actually made it this far. Not that he'd ever admit THAT to anyone. Of /COURSE/, he thought he was gonna do it all the time!... yeah, right. He returns to the familiar shooting range... the targets before him once again... . o O (One more time...) Orbit nods, picking up the thought... synchronized. With a flick of the wrist, Ricochet materializes another set of attack orbs, and Orbit charges his electro-emitters, and once more, the assault begins.
> From outside, Ricochet misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Spike Ball attack.
> From outside, Ricochet strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Electroshock attack.
> From outside, Ricochet misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Spike Ball attack.
> From outside, Ricochet strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Electroshock attack.
> From outside, Ricochet strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Spike Ball attack.

Razor Pterodactyl flies over to an empty section of seats in the back, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. Of course flying is generally not the best way to go about doing that, but he's a bit too distracted with his thoughts to draw that particular conclusion.

Flare Feline enters the stands, and looks up to where Razor lands, and goes to sit up next to him. "Well, we did the best we could. At least we made it to round two."

> From outside, [OOC] Spica says, "Next: Dischord."

Bragi Callius looks up in the brief interlude between the second and third rounds and notices a being, flying from the event. He looks closer, a bit bored since he doesn't want to give up his seat to get a hot dog, and notices, o O (Hey, I know that reploid!) O o In traditional Bragi fashion, he doesn't notice that Razor seems distracted with his own thoughts. He stands up and walks toward Razor. "Great job," he says, smiling, and helps himself to a seat on the other side of Razor.

> From outside, Dischord once more is ready to take aim as she moves up to the line. What's she going to use this time? Shampoo? Beer? Zero's arm? Nope. Instead she just makes a fist allowing a small energy shard, about the size of a dagger to appear, one that she tosses at the first target, before she then repeates the proccess for the rest. Nothing overly fancy here folks.
> From outside, Dischord strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Energy Shards attack.
> From outside, Dischord strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Energy Shards attack.
> From outside, Dischord misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Energy Shards attack.
> From outside, Dischord misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Energy Shards attack.
> From outside, Dischord misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Energy Shards attack.

> From outside, [OOC] Spica says, "Next: Pirate Man."

> From outside, Pirate Man looks around silently as he moves back into place for possibly the last time, his one optic narrows for a bit before he scans the targets already determining his strategy already prepping another five mines and keeping his arm cannon ready as he watches the targets as they move for a bit before he quickly aims and fires down the line at a quicker pace this time
> From outside, Pirate Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Homing Mine attack.
> From outside, Pirate Man misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Homing Mine attack.
> From outside, Pirate Man misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Homing Mine attack.
> From outside, Pirate Man misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Homing Mine attack.
> From outside, Pirate Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Remote Mine attack.

Jet Stingray gives a thumbs up to Iris. "You know that's like double for me... And man, after spending time with the Hunters, I'll remember how good I have it in Repliforce." He says the later part a bit more quietly, but not by too much.

> From outside, [OOC] Spica says, "Next: Lunar Vixen."

> From outside, Lunar Vixen spirals down before the firing range once more, exuding grace as she comes to stop upon the line itself. She spins deftly, facing the first target, and letting loose a blast from the vent mounting her chest, a globe of gravitational force soaring towards it. Energy is scattered in shards in it's wake, blending and rippling off in a wildly irratic funnel. She repeats this for each target, dancing gently between them.
> From outside, Lunar Vixen strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Cosmic Breaker attack.
> From outside, Lunar Vixen misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Cosmic Breaker attack.
> From outside, Lunar Vixen misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Cosmic Breaker attack.
> From outside, Lunar Vixen misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Cosmic Breaker attack.
> From outside, Lunar Vixen misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Cosmic Breaker attack.

Iris remarks softly, "I'm going to have another talk with my brother. I don't think it's fair that he treats you so mean. Things will be different this time around, if I have something to say about it."

> From outside, [OOC] Spica says, "Next: Magma Dragoon."

> From outside, Magma Dragoon heads up to the firing line for the third time this night, silently pleased that he's made it this far. Raising his energy pistol to view, the Elite muses well wishes to the weapon within his grasp and carefully aims. He seems to be taking his time this round, considering how much appears to be at stake. Acting for personal honor as well as that of the Hunters, Dragoon unleashes another volley of 5 bolts that scream through the air, lancing toward their targets.

> From outside, Magma Dragoon strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magma Dragoon misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magma Dragoon strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magma Dragoon misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magma Dragoon strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Generic Ranged attack.

> From outside, [OOC] Spica says, "Next: Magnet Man."

> From outside, Magnet Man walks forward again.. still beaming with self satisfaction and ego. Raising his hand his weapon loads.... and they are gameboys! Of all the weapons to choose that is just a plain weird one to take. He throws each one at the targets, not yelling this time.

> From outside, Magnet Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magnet Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magnet Man misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magnet Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magnet Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Generic Ranged attack.

Razor Pterodactyl hms? Someone's talking to him? He looks over to see who it is... a human? "Oh, it's you Bragi. It's been a while, hasn't it?" He didn't really hear what was being said, so the remark about his performance didn't really register with him.

> From outside, [OOC] Spica says, "Next: Stalker Tiger."

> From outside, Stalker Tiger calmly walks to the line, optics locking on the targets immediately. Snarling, Stalker doesn't draw weapons, choosing to unleash his wrist cannons, and fire away at each in rapid succession.
> From outside, Stalker Tiger misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Channeled Blast attack.
> From outside, Stalker Tiger misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Channeled Blast attack.
> From outside, Stalker Tiger misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Channeled Blast attack.
> From outside, Stalker Tiger strikes Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Channeled Blast attack.
> From outside, Stalker Tiger misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Channeled Blast attack.

> From outside, [OOC] Spica says, "Next: Nightingale."

Jet Stingray blinks and lowers his head. "Well, wait a moment Iris... We just need to see how this goes. I mean, I know you hate fighting with Colonel and I'm sure he's had time to cool off, I mean, he was under a lot of pressure and maybe the quiet of the Battle and Chase helped out a little."

Razor Pterodactyl then looks over to Flare as well, being torn between two people talking to him now. "Er, um, yeah, I suppose it could've been worse..."

Bragi Callius smiles, happy that he was remembered. "Yeah, well you know me, always wandering the world, seeing sights, and whatnot..." it seems that losing his job has taken a bit of a toll on his sanity. He finally notices that Razor isn't in the best of moods, and says comfortingly, "Hey, cheer up. At least you got into the second round, which was better than about three quarters of the people that even showed up for the contest." He chuckles. "I had vague thoughts about joining, but I thought I'd better not - it wouldn't look good for the nonmilitary population if I were representing them..." He trails off, and watches in silence as Razor turns his head.

Flare Feline chuckles "Yeah, at least we didn't do as bad as Glyde." He notices Bragi sitting next to Razor on the other side "So who's this guy?" He raises an eyebrow. Not asking insultingly, just curiously.

> From outside, Alright. We all knew this was going to happen. For some strange, twisted, bizarre, godforsaken reason, Nightingale has made it this far. She won't make it to next round. She knows that. Her buddies in the Force knows that. The viewers knows that. It doesn't matter to her, however, since a medal would just put ADT, the EEEEEEEVIIIIIIL company that made her, in a good light. Can't have that. So, while she seems quite determined; her eyes directed at the targets as she slowly makes her way towards the... place... where... they stand, a playful smile appears on her lips as she reaches it. Her hands begins to glow, faintly at first, but unlike the other times, her entire body follows their example. At roughly the same time, a quiet 'light saber' hum emerges, but is soon replaced by a far more fair sound. A song similar to that of a certain bird, the nightingale, fills the air even as the glow grows in brightness, ghostly figures, spectres, makes their appearance, twirling around her in a vortex of sorts. Bla, bla, bla, stuff happens, and a powerful lightning bolt darts towards the first target, followed by one that flies towards the next, and so on. Clenching her teeth due to a not at all pleasant, but not visible, overload, she's grateful when the last bolt flies towards the final target. Then? She walks down.
> From outside, Nightingale strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Halo Flash attack.
> From outside, Nightingale strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Halo Flash attack.
> From outside, Nightingale misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Halo Flash attack.
> From outside, Nightingale misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Halo Flash attack.
> From outside, Nightingale misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Halo Flash attack.

> From outside, [OOC] Uranus says, "OK, time to check.."

Bragi Callius stands up, seeing that he's looked at. "I am Bragi Callius, poet, storyteller, writer, traveler, FORMER worker at a newspaper shop before it crashed due to stupid televised news stations buying land that they don't need..." he trails off, grumbling about the evils of television, and then looks up. "Ah, sorry. Anyway, we met at the Torontreal World's Fair, I think, a long way back." He smiles, and waits to be introduced to Flare.

Iris warms Jet's hand in her own. "That's true...well when you return to base and everything, we'll see how it goes. I just don't think he treated you very fair. That's all. But you know that already."

Razor Pterodactyl chuckles a bit at the mention of Glyde, turning his head back to Bragi. "I think you'd ave been much better in representing the non-military population than that Glyde guy. I mean, throwing roses... that was just... oh, I don't know." He turns back to Flare briefly, before sitting back in his seat to let his two companions see eachother better. "Oh yes, let me introduce you two... Bragi, this is Private Flare Feline, Repliforce Marine Devision, and Flare..." He's interrupted as Bragi has his own introduction ready.

> From outside, [OOC] Uranus says, "Going on: Pirate Man, Lunar Vixen, Magma Dragoon, Ricochet, Magnet Man. This will be the final round, unless there are ties in the top three slots."

> From outside, [OOC] Spica says, "Okay then. First up: Magnet Man."

> From outside, Magnet Man walks forward to the targets, looking tired and a bit frightened of losing actually.. but he tries to not let it show, standing up straight and strong. He looks around in a backpack for his newest weapon, finding it he puls out.... Pokemon trading cards! He just casually throws them at each target with a slight chuckle
> From outside, Magnet Man misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magnet Man strikes Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magnet Man misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magnet Man misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magnet Man misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Generic Ranged attack.

Bragi Callius bows his head to Flare. "Charmed to meet you, Mr. Feline."

Dischord just enters the stands, and collapses in the first empty seat she can find

> From outside, [OOC] Spica says, "Next: Lunar Vixen."

> From outside, Lunar Vixen strides forth before the targets again, regarding the stands with a careful eye, seeking for the scrutiny of her team mates, who ultimately become her most meaningful judges. Her head cocks back, she twirls on her heels to regard the targets once more. All systems check in, and all systems let loose. Her shoulder canons rear up, as her arms jack forward, miniguns popping out of their underarm canisters. In a flash of light, rounds are let loose, flying at each target.
> From outside, Lunar Vixen misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with her Lunar Render attack.
> From outside, Lunar Vixen misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with her Nebula Screamers attack.
> From outside, Lunar Vixen misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with her Lunar Render attack.
> From outside, Lunar Vixen misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with her Lunar Render attack.
> From outside, Lunar Vixen misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with her Nebula Screamers attack.

Jet Stingray has his tone rise happily as Iris holds his hand. Despite the explosions and firing going on, two reploids find time to talk.... Awww. "Well, it worked out... I got to cool down, and let me see what it is like on the Hunters and so on. I mean, if he wants to say he is sorry, that would be good, but I know Colonel enough not to be expecting something like that from him."

> From outside, [OOC] Spica says, "Next: Ricochet."

Stalker Tiger plunks down in the stands, wherever he can, set to watch what's left of the competition.

> From outside, Ricochet is... well... somewhat surprised that he actually made it this far. Not that he'd ever admit THAT to anyone. Of /COURSE/, he thought he was gonna do it all the time!... yeah, right. He returns to the familiar shooting range... the targets before him once again... . o O (One more time...) Orbit nods, picking up the thought... synchronized. With a flick of the wrist, Ricochet materializes another set of attack orbs, and Orbit charges his electro-emitters, and once more, the assault begins.
> From outside, Ricochet strikes Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Spike Ball attack.
> From outside, Ricochet misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Electroshock attack.
> From outside, Ricochet strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Spike Ball attack.
> From outside, Ricochet misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Electroshock attack.
> From outside, Ricochet misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Spike Ball attack.

> From outside, Magma Dragoon steps up to the line for what will probably be the last time tonight. He takes a breath, but still says nothing as he studies the objects in the distance. He crouches this time, putting forth every bit of concentration that he can muster as he raises the energy weapon to view. Forcing himself to remain perfectly calm and still, the Elite quickly fires off 5 shots of blue plasma that hurtle toward the various targets. His tattered cloak stirs softly as he stands and puts the gun away. He does despise using that particular device.
> From outside, Magma Dragoon misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magma Dragoon misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magma Dragoon strikes Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magma Dragoon misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Generic Ranged attack.
> From outside, Magma Dragoon misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Generic Ranged attack.

> From outside, [OOC] Spica says, "Next: Pirate Man."

Midi watches the events, finishing his Energy Drink and the last of his bl00 Styrofoam.

> From outside, Pirate Man's optic is a slit as he scans the targets prepping round, watching the targets as they start to go faster, a scowl forms on his face as his optic shifts left to right before he quickly focuses on the targets, he levels his weapon carefully before he once again fires down the line this time shifting from one projectile to another
> From outside, Pirate Man misses Sharpshooting Target 1 with his Remote Mine attack.
> From outside, Pirate Man misses Sharpshooting Target 2 with his Remote Mine attack.
> From outside, Pirate Man misses Sharpshooting Target 3 with his Homing Mine attack.
> From outside, Pirate Man misses Sharpshooting Target 4 with his Homing Mine attack.
> From outside, Pirate Man misses Sharpshooting Target 5 with his Remote Mine attack.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Denji Kitsune transmits: 'Anything intriguing going on aside from the sharpshooting competition?'.

Flare Feline nods at Bragi "Hiya." Then turns back to Razor "Say, you seem down. Don't be! Getting to second round is pretty good. And I'm not just saying that because that's as far as I got."

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Arctic Osprey transmits: 'I'm about to enter into a dodgeball competition!'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Fencer Naiad transmits: 'Well, you see.. I've lined up some cute kids... and I've got some apples...'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Hurricane Kangaroo transmits: 'Oye. Not an hour out of my last compatiton for the year, and I've already got a Maverick here neading a good whalloping. Lucky me.'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Denji Kitsune transmits: 'Best of luck, then.'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Arctic Osprey transmits: 'Thank you!'.

Iris smiles gently. "Well, true, but...it's one step at a time...let's just get you back in with us, first, and then see what happens from there."

With some fanfare, the speakers announce, "First place: Ricochet! Second place: Magma Dragoon! Third Place: Magnet Man!"

Stalker Tiger stands up and applauds loudly, whistling and hollering. "Way t' go guys!"

> From outside, Magnet Man stomps his foot on the ground as the others beat him, jealousy and hatred boiling in his eyes.

Pilfer Ant smiles. . o O (Well done, Magma-san.) O o .

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Flare Feline transmits: 'Way to go Ricochet!!'.

> From outside, Ricochet blinks... and jawdrops... and double-jawdrops... as does Orbit. Blinkblinkblink... before Orbit leaps up on him. "*BLURP BLIP BLOOP BLOOP BLURRRP*" <WE DID IT! YESSS!> Ricochet blinks... "...we... we did?... WE DID! WAHOOOO!" he jumps up and down, up and down... until Mom comes up. "Sweetie! You did it Congratulations!" "Thanks, mom..." "I told you changing your you-know-whats would help!" "Mommm!" "is that a smudge on your face?" Mom licks her thumb and tries to clean it off... "MOMMMM!"

Razor Pterodactyl did seem down. But at that annoucement, he's not down any longer! He jumps up and applauds wildly! "Yeah, Ricochet! You did it! Repliforce number 1!" That's probably more enthusiastic than anyone's ever seen him.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Arctic Osprey transmits: 'What is this, then?'.

Iris applauds proudly. "Terrific!!"

> From outside, Magma Dragoon adjusts his cloak slightly and then turns to Ricochet with a bit of a smile, "Congradulations, my friend. We have done the Hunters a good service in this competition." He moves over to offer Ricochet a hand shake, "I am impressed by your abilities, I must say."

> From outside, Magnet Man moves forward to Ricochet, simple saying through clenched teeth, "I won't forget this.... lesser being. "he then turns away and begins on his way back to base

Jet Stingray nods slowly. "Very cool and you know that I can be a pretty calm guy when I need to be.." He stops as he realizes that Ricochet won. "You go Rico...You the man!"

> From outside, Ricochet blinks, looking up from his mom... and looking wayyy up at Magma. He extends his own hand to shake Magma's... "...thanks!" he says. "You did pretty well yourself!"

Flare Feline throws his fist in the air "Woo hoo! Go Repliforce!!"

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Razor Pterodactyl transmits: 'Ricochet won! He won the sharpshooting event! Awesome, man! You rule, Ricochet!'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Denji Kitsune transmits: 'Congratulations, Ricochet!'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Phoebus transmits: '...Ricochet won?'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Ricochet transmits: 'Thanks!'.

> From outside, "Indeed," comes the reply from Magma, a smile still on his features, "I would be proud to be at your side in battle after such a display. Remember to always keep your skills honed." He then looks to -- Ricochet's mom, ". . . Good evening, miss."

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Arctic Osprey transmits: 'Congratulations!'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Jet Stingray transmits: 'Winner buys Jet drinks!'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Phoebus transmits: 'heh...Knew it...Congratulations Ricochet.'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Phoebus transmits: '...... *in response to Jet*'.

> From outside, Nightingale is there, somewhere, the jealousy burning brightly within her. But sometime, Ricochet will get injured.... and then he'll end up in the repair bay, and then... then... okay, so she's happy for him.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Hurricane Kangaroo transmits: 'About time too. Waydago kid'.

Bragi Callius claps along with Razor and Flare, and, after a moment's thought, cheers, "Yay! Go Repliforce! All right!" along with the rest of the crowd. Eh, dare to be stupid I guess. ;)

> From outside, Mom blinks, looking up towards Magma. "Oh, hello! You did a good job as well!" she says, letting Rico go without a spit-cleaning for now. "You're a Maverick Hunter, right?..." she inquires, quirking her brow as she recalls the scorecard...

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Ricochet transmits: 'Thanks! *still sounds faintly in disbelief* *BLURP BLIP BLOOP* <Wow. I always thought he'd end up ricocheting one of his shots and blasting himself in the butt.>'.

> From outside, Magma Dragoon nods once, "I am, Miss." He looks toward Ricochet, them back to his "Mother", "I was once a member of Repliforce as well."

(Ch. D [Public]) Serenade transmits: 'Brothers.... Knock it off. Please.'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Denji Kitsune transmits: 'And now for the sheer, untrammeled joy of listening to the Robot Masters blame one another and make 'sour grapes'.'.

> From outside, Mom nods... "Oh, really? I'm sure they were glad to have you with them..." Rico nods. "Yeah, you were great!..." he pauses... "...didn't think I'd make it for a while there..." ...hell, the entire time. Magma's not easily defeated. "Congratulations." says mom.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Hurricane Kangaroo transmits: 'As if this was anything new'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Phoebus transmits: '..excuse me, Kitsune?'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Denji Kitsune transmits: 'I'm overhearing bits and snippets of a Master frequency. They're quite ... displeased.'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Hurricane Kangaroo transmits: 'Well, I'd rather have them being sore losers than sore winners'.

Flare Feline stands up and begins to leave after done cheering. He turns to Razor and says "Good job out there man." And then to Bragi "It was nice to meetcha." He then leaves. Placing in the top 10 is pretty good.

> From outside, Magma Dragoon smiles to Ricochet, "You did well regardless, Ricochet. Perhaps you operate best under pressure." He then gives Ric's mother a bit of a bow, "Perhaps you should take him to celebrate, hm? I would personally, if I did not have business to attend to." Why not Chuck-E-Cheese's? ^_- Ahem.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Denji Kitsune transmits: 'Agreed. I just find it amusing.'.

> From outside, [OOC] Uranus leaves the targets out for now if anyone wants to play with a 150 agl target for a bit ;) Don't go nuts though.

Bragi Callius gets up as well, saying to Razor, "I must be on my way as well...the world waits for no one!" He smiles, and extends an arm to shake Razor's.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Jet Stingray transmits: 'When the Battle and Chase is said and done, Ricochet, make sure to go out in public with a partner... They might try to ambush you for awhile for the medal you won.'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Ricochet transmits: '...all right.'.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Denji Kitsune transmits: 'I'd recommend not taking it out into public if it's avoidable, lest they try to display it within your proboscis.'.

Razor Pterodactyl waves to Flare. "Seeya later Flare!", too excited to really think about much right now. Heck, he even makes a move to shake Bragi's hand, but pulls it back in shock just in time. "Ack! ...sorry Bragi, but that's still not a good idea I'm afraid..."

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Phoebus transmits: '...Do it now for that matter. I believe one of the masters was disqualified from Battle and Chase.

Mom nods... "I intend to." She hugs her armor-clad son and fur-clad son simultaneously. "Nice meeting you!" Rico is a bit smothered by mommy, but manages to say... "Yea, nice meeting you, and congrats!" "*BLURP BLIP!*" <Good job!>

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Hurricane Kangaroo transmits: 'Or yell fer me if you get into trouble. I ain't in any more events, so I can come kick butt for you'.

Spark Hyena slowly slips out of the stands. A substantial charge still resides within her capacitors and she has to try to prove something to herself. A blue nimbus of electricity gathers about both hands as she eyes the quickly moving targets. "This is for me.." She unleashes a jagged bolt that chains from target to target, or where she anticipates them to be.

(Ch. A [Repliforce]) Ricochet transmits: 'Nah, I think I'll be all right... *a faint -ulp-ing noise is slightly audible, however*'.

Magma Dragoon gives the pair a bit of a salute, then heads off quietly.

=============================== IC Broadcasts ================================
Message: 9/34 Posted Author
Sharpshooting Mon Jun 25 Uranus
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1: Ricochet
2: Magma Dragoon
3: Magnet Man
4: Pirate Man
5: Lunar Vixen
6: Stalker Tiger
7: Nightingale
8: Dischord
9: Flare Feline
10: Inferno Panther
11: Razor Pterodactyl
12: Titan, Lightning Gryphon
14: Wind Falcon
15: Enker
16: Bruce Fury, Tron Bonne, Hiryu, Ring Redwing, Ten
21: Cyber Peacock, Overdrive Ostrich
23: Spark Hyena, Assault Koala
25: Spitfire Jumpjet, Pilfer Ant, Cyclone Jackal
28: Gemini Man, Sonic Banshee, Guts Man, Shrapnel Phobosuchus
32: Hurricane Kangaroo
33: Smite Squirrel, Sarah Storm, Hurricane Hawk, Neon Tiger
37: Glyde Loath
Total damage done to targets: 1626
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