The Australian government was never part of the wars during the times of 2070 to 2077, but they were a prime target for the anger that the Chinese wanted to release. In 2077 Australia was completely decimated, but they weren't as destroyed as other countries. As Australia tried to recover they realised all the different types of dangers that now roamed their now destroyed home. They didn't know what to do, so they set up their own kinds of "Homes".

As the Australian peoples tried to survive, they started to succeed. But with the sorts of weapons that they had, they weren't much of a match for the new deadly animals that roamed across the destroyed Continent. In 2270, a new group of people came over the top of all the death and destruction. The tattered remains of the Australian Government and armies. They saved many lives, but they knew that nothing could be done to save the peoples unless they took drastic measures.

So, the choice was made to get together a group of elite people from all over Australia, from the West Coast to the East coast. From the deserts to the remains of the rainforests. The technicians managed to fix up some of the interesting technology that remained. Among it was a cargo plane that could probably house a group of people, the Government then realised that nothing else could be done with the outdated technology of their ancestors.

They made the choice to make the Elite Squad that they had had defending their homes to group together and get ready to go across the globe. To D.C, to find the technology to bring back that would help the Australian's have a chance of living. They thought of a name that they could call their group, they settled on one thing. The OGT, the Oz Genesis Team. This was Australia's last ditch effort of surviving and guess what. You've just been drafted to join.

Okay the Rules:
1. No taking over other peoples characters unless they tell you to.
2. No overpowered characters, no doing so much stuff that is literally impossible etc.
3. Not to many weapons, you can have some high-tech stuff or some really good stuff, just not to much. Reasons for being allowed to have good stuff, this is the last ditch effort of Australia staying alive.
4. Have fun, otherwise I'll get your IP addresses and...

Okay, you have to set out your Character Sheet generally like this... You can change it around if you want.

Name: (Self-explanatory)

Rank: (Your rank in the OGT, nothing above Lieutenant, which is right below Captain)

Appearance: (Self-explanatory)

Age: (Self-explanatory)

Clothing/armor: (Clothing: What clothes you wear when not fighting. Armor: Self-explanatory)

Weapons: (Self-explanatory, oh and you can have modern day weapons just to make it a bit... Well, more interesting)

Personality: (Self-explanatory)

Bio: (How you joined the OGT, why you joined, what past you had etc. Not too long, not too short.)

This is my Character Sheet:

Name: Andrew James

Rank: Captain

Appearance: Long messy brown hair, scar through right eye, underneath all his clothes he's covered in scars. Reasonably tall, 6'3.

Age: 34

Clothing/armor: Simple tattered white shirt with long denim pants. Scratched Combat Armor layered with kevlar on the inside.

Weapons:
Personalised Barret. 50 Cal. Sniper rifle
Simple M4 Assault Rifle

Personality: Andrew is nice but sometimes acts too smart for his own good. He's old enough to have soon the horrors of death and life. So he's ready to make sure that he doesn't see anyone die while their over in the Wastelands.

Bio: Andrew was the founding member of the OGT, his family was originally a part of the army so he had been trained by his father who'd been trained by his etc. He's calm and tenacious which landed him the spot as the Captain. He's glad to be in such a place of honor, he knows that the people might not completely trust him, but he trusts them. His family was killed by some of the multiple mutated creatures while he was out doing other things for food and supplies. He knows the importance of keeping the people alive and he hopes with all the resources still in his country they might have a chance to rebuild.

So join up and start posting!

As I looked across the land that was in front of me, I sighed. This was the small group of Soldiers that would be going with me to the Capital Wasteland. I grunted and raised my arms, clearing my throat, "Hello members of The OGT, you've been selected as the best of the best, the one's that will make Australia a booming nation once again! You will be the ones that will make us be able to live our lives normally, like it once was, before the terrible war broke out," I yelled out to the people amassed before me. There weren't too many of them, but it would hopefully do.

I looked out among them again, "You shall all report to the HQ at 1600 hours to get ready for the trip, as we will no longer be scavenging the remains from our own country," I yelled, they started mumbling among themselves, I raised my hand for silence, "We'll be heading to the Capital Wastes, as we've heard from the broadcasts on the radio. We've managed to pick up some things and it seems that the Captial Wasteland is a wonderful place!" They all started laughing, "We'll be heading by air, get ready for the trip of your lives."

I then stood down from the podium and headed to the HQ, it gave them 2 hours to gather up their gear and get mentally prepared as well. I sighed and rubbed my hands together, today would be remembered for a long time.

Name: Kristen Murphy
Rank: Major
Age: 24

Appearance:
Kristen is Young, she was born in a small town in outback queensland, her father was the sheriff of the town, and her mother owned the towns in, from an early age her father taught her to use a gun, and spending most of her teen years in bar fights, she has grown some hand to hand skills, some people see her as vulgar, she sees it as a joke, she loves jokes and loves a good laugh, when she creeps someone out she sees it as a joke, she sees the whole world as one big joke. When interviewed to join this elite squad her CO was told that this mentality was to deal with manic depression at the state of the world right now...

Clothing/armor: Kristen wears a stockmans coat, fitted with light flexi-metal plates to protect her from bullet fire, she wears a bandana to protect her face from dust, she has huge aviator glasses to protect her eyes, and a big widebrimmed hat that belonged to her father before he was shot dead on a raid.

Weapons:
- A special 16 Barrel Colt .45 revolver
- Brass knuckles
- Grenades

Personality:
Kristen is a fun loving person, she loves pulling pranks on other members in her sqaud, she tells jokes often and loves surprising people by jumping out of bushes or something of the like. She is very likable on the outside, although this is just a facade to protect her inside... Her mothers Ancestors were something called 'Greens' so kristen has always felt a deeper connection with the earth, her mother said that the great war almost made the world break apart, kristen is always dreaming of bigger things, although she never lets this or anything else get in the way of a good prank.

Bio:
It was 5 years ago, to this day, kristen thought to herself, 5 years since her father was killed and her settlement raided, then, two days after, the government comes in and saves her from nothing, if only they had been sooner. Kristen thought to herself as she polished her gun and started pulling it out of the holster trying to beat her best time, the thoughts swam within her like the Giant Sharks that swim off the coast these days...

She put her gun away and walked off to see her commanding officer she entered his office, and noticed him reading a letter with the seal of the Prime Minister, or what passed for prime minister these days...

"Ah, Kristen just who i was looking for!" he exclaimed with exitement, putting down the paper and standing up to greet her
"Good to see you too, Rodney" she said with a smirk going over to hug her old freind
"So your finally back from that trip to the capital??" he said inquisitively
"Yea mate, got to shake the hands of the higher ups" she said
"well you must've made an impression, we just got a letter for you!" he said sitting down, gesturing her to do the same,
"Your off to OGT HQ, Now get outta here before i start tearing up" he said

OGT?, she thought to herself, that was the next big craze sweeping the Armed forces, they were given access to some of the best tech in the wastes, she thought patting her colt, she walked outside and saw dex, the mechanic and Jeep driver, "off to see the wizard are you dorothy?" dex said jokingly, "yea yea, just get me where i need to go dex" kristen said punching him on the shoulder...

(OOC: DeadlySin you can keep your post, that'll just be before I gave my speech, it's a good detailed intro for you, I like it)

Yes! Aussie RP FTW. I like the idea too This is going to rule, thanks mate.

Name: James Cole

Rank: Lieutenant

Appearance: Long, brown hair. Tall. Muscly, but not extremely. Light blue eyes. Scars on his arms. Wild looking.

Age: 27

Clothing/armor: (Clothing: Jeans and a Leather Jacket with "Die Now" written on the back. Armor: T-47 Power Armor (Brown, kind of rusted, extra metal scraps cover some holes))

Weapons: Two .357 Magnums with red dot sights, M4 Carbine, Chinese Assault Rifle.

Personality: Quiet, fierce, easy to piss of, is only friendly to good friends, scary.

Bio: James was born to an American mother and Australian father outside of the ruins of Sydney. His mother had been brought here on ship and always told him stories of America, and he longed to see it one day. He worked as a Merc and ran his own shop, repairing and making new weapons and tech. He was getting in trouble with local thugs who had been trying to steal from his store, so he killed them. They belonged to a bigger organization that forced him from his home and he went out wandering, where he ran into the army. He worked with them for awhile and made it to Lieutenant. When he heard about the possible trip to America, he signed up straight away.

Oh, and can I pilot the plane? I like flying Big Bird in Cold Steel, and my guy is kind of techy. Maybe he could be co-pilot or something. =)

James

"James!" someone yelled out towards the man as he strode through the camo. The man quickly turned around and took out one of his pistols, placing it under the mans chin.

"I don't care if your my higher up, or if every man in this camp will try to kill me if I hurt you. If you don't leave me alone I will kill you twice over." he whispered with a wild look in his eyes.

"I.. I have news" whimpered the fat man wit the gun at his chin.

"Spit it out" growled James.

"You are being reassigned. Your going to America or some [censored]. I finally got rid of you" he grinned as if he had something to do with it. Stupid move.

"Where?" he asked.

"The camp to the north, your supposed to leave as soon as possible." said the fat man.

"Goodbye" said James before bunching the man in the face, breaking his nose.

"Just something to remember me by."

* * *

A few hours later James was at the camp, ready to meet his captain. The man came out, made a short speech and then left. He seemed okay, James would see if he was a good leader later.

I sighed and turned around, walking back to the crowd, just inside their view. I wanted to see if anyone would try and talk to me, if they did, well, I'd give them special consideration. I laughed at that, than grinned, looking into the crowd. "And they said Aussies weren't tough!" I muttered to myself, wondering right after why I'd said it. I laughed again and sighed, looking into the crowd, trying to notice any good men among the bunch.

((OOC: M'heree, sure you can be the pilot, also you're welcome to come say hi to me, anyone is.))

James

He noticed his leader milling around the area, looking for someone to talk to. He decided he'd introduce himself, and get some more information about the mission. Maybe if he was nice to this guy he wouldn't be an ass like his last leader. He chuckled to himself as he though of him being nice, but decided to give it a try.

"Lt. James Cole, sir. Reporting for duty" he said with a half hearted salute as he put out his hand.

I smiled and looked at the man, bringing up my own hand and shaking his, "It's an honor to meet you James, no need for formalities anymore, it's not something I'm looking for, as you might already know I'm Captain Andrew James. Haha, a coincedence your first name is the same as my last?" I chuckled out, I knew that this man wasn't the type to be an enemy to. So I knew I'd rather be friendly. I grinned at him, "So, soldier, you ready for this? Ready to have a fun time checking out the Capital Wastes?"

James

Thank God he didn't bother with formalities. He was starting to like Andrew. Its a miracle!

"Andy, can I call you Andy? Well, I'm very excited about going to the wastelands. My Mum is from D.C too, so I know a couple of places around there, but not much. So I'm very excited to see the place my Mum grew up in. Even more excited I get to kick some ass while doing that."

(OOC: Gotta go for awhile. You know what do Francois =)

I looked at him really angrily, then I relaxed my expression and laughed, "Sure, you can call me Andy, I don't mind, so, relatives from the Wastes hey? Must've been a trip and a half, good to hear someone knows a bit about it cause we're clueless," I said to him, chuckling at the end, "If you know anything you can tell me later, I'd ask for more stuff now but I need to quickly duck back to the HQ, actually you can come back if you want..." I looked at him and he nodded, I grinned.

We walked back to the HQ, murmuring about anything that came to mind, such as weapons and armor, I was chuckling most of the time. As we made it to the HQ I walked in, then up to my quarters. He didn't follow me up the stairs, I didn't really mind. I unlocked my cabinet and sighed. I pulled out my Barret. Sniper, staring at it. It was the one thing my Father had passed onto me and a great weapon. It'd taken down a lot of creatures and crazed people. I pulled out all the ammo from the compartments and stored it all over my person.

I grabbed my M4 Carbine Assault Rifle, I stared at it, it was my Mother's weapon. I felt a single tear come to my eye, I'd been using my parent's weapons for years and I knew that I'd keep using them. I strapped the two rifles to my back, they were heavy but I beared it. I walked back down the stairs and towards James, I grinned. "So, we can just wait here, if you want and talk," I said to him, he nodded again and we sat down. We started talking about things and I was content to just sit there and listen and talk.

James

"I see you have an M4 too. Done anything to it? Mine has an extended clip, better grip, increased accuracy and a night vision scope. I can take a look at yours if you want, tinker around a bit and make it a [censored] mofo like mine. Up for it?"

He looked over Andy's Barret too, it was a beauty, a rare catch out in wasteland Australia, he'd love to have a look at that. "I can amp up your snipe too if you want me, I'm good with guns, and most other tech."

I looked at James and grinned, I looked over my weapons and took a breath, "My M4's pretty much a terror, I can shoot anything from such a distance it's pretty much an Automatic sniper, the scope goes out... Well pretty far. My Barret. has thermal vision, low grade but it's helpful, also the scopes already extended pretty far, if you want you can have a look at it, I think I trust you enough. Just remember one thing, these are my parent's old weapons, if you can help it don't change them too much, they're the last thing I have to remember them by."

Name: Andrew 'Aj' Johnson
Nickname: Aj or Drew

Rank: Sergeant

Appearance: Short dark-brown hair, medium height, athletic, blue eyes, roughly shaven face.

Age: 24

Clothing/armor: Clothing: worn blue Jeans, dark blue Flannel shirt, blue denim jacket combat boots. Armor: Australian Army Uniform (full uniform, with Australian flag patches on shoulders, and rank patch), Army padded winter jacket , Kevlar tactical vest, dark-green dirt bike gloves with the trigger finger cut off.

Weapons: -Winchester .22 w/scope, with 'T-Bone' carved into the side of the stock.
-F88 Austeyr 5.56mm, modified to take 5.56mm FN Minimi belts.
-Smith & Wesson 686 weighted barrel revolver .357 magnum,
-Hunting Knife


Personality: Very friendly but can be quite shy at times. Doesn't like when people pester him when he wants to be left alone. He loves action but are times he just wants to sit and do bugger all. Loves people with a sense of humor. Extremely patriotic.

Bio: Aj lived on his family farm with his uncle(only living family member),until his uncle went to the nearest town to buy supplies and was shot. Aj then left the farm taking his rifle and his uncles revolver and what ever supplies he could carry. Instead of waiting around at home for death, he decided he was going to meet him on his own terms, so he went out in search of what ever he would find. He joined a private military group who where using an old Army base as their head quarters and soon found himself to be quite the military type, he made a name for himself within the group as a sharpshooter, and his trusty .22 rifle was known as 'the T-bone', the guys at the base made jokes that if you were shot by Aj, you were 'T-boned'.



IC:

Aj was lying in his bunk reading a book about the SAS when his best mate Perry came up to him, "Hey mate guess what, mate your wish has come true" Perry said "your getting out of here mate!
Aj sat up in his bunk and dropped his book, "what are you talking about you silly little man?

"mate you are leaving this base and apparently you are leaving Australia! Perry continued, "there was a phone call this morning and Franky said it was some orginization looking for skilled soldiers, and they want you! You're going to be deployed oversees or something, ah Franky is coming to tell you now"

A man walked into the bunroom and smiled at Aj, "ah Drew, I'm sure Perry here has told you about your little trip, well you have been selected to join a team to go to America"

Aj looked at Franky "I've told you to please call me Aj, I can't stand people calling me Drew. But why me? Surely there must be somebody better than me"

"Well maybe there is and maybe there isn't, all I know is they have your name written on a piece of paper saying that they want you for the job. You'll be going to their head quarters tomorrow". Franky said to Aj as he backed out of the room.

"Well how about that? Perry said, "you lucky bugger, your going to see America, or whats left of it. We'll all miss you here, man I bet you'll get some cool stuff off the yanks".

"Yeah maybe" Aj pondered the thought of what it would be like working with a team other than the guys he has been with for the past 3 years, "or maybe I'll get shot and nobody will give a rats" he replied to Perry, giving him a worried look. He then picked up his book and continued reading.


The next morning Aj packed up his gear and got ready to leave for the OGT HQ. He felt sick as he said goodbye to the closest mates he's ever had, including a girl he was very close to, Kate, one of the group's medics. The whole group wrote a letter and all signed it so he would know he will always have a home with them when he comes back from the US, and Kate gave him a photo of her and wrote him a letter for him to read if he ever thought about them and needed some cheering up. He said goodbye to everyone and got in his buggy, took one last look at Kate, started the buggy and tore off along the dirt road into the horizon.

-

After a long drive, Aj was sitting with a bunch of people he would now be trusting with his life, and they would be trusting him with theirs. Sitting, listening to Captain Andrew James, Aj's new superior. Aj wondering what it will be like serving under somebody that doesn't spit when he talks, like Franky did.

An aussie RP? sign me up!

Name: Matthew Green or Matt

Rank: Lieutenant

Appearance: Average size muscular athletic blonde surfy hair blue eyes

Age: 23

Clothing/armor: Clothing: white singlet, vintage boardies, armor: power armor painted black for steath at night, head band

Weapons: Sawn off shotgun, colt 45.

Personality: Caring towards friends hateful towards enemies. Hes ready to defend his mates to the end. Classic Aussie humour and incredibly Patriotic.

Bio: Matt lived on the coast he always dreamed of surfing but never could because of the radiation. He was a nomad, him and others traveled the coast until one day they were ambushed. Matt led a diversion away from the group, the group got away, although Matt was caught and beaten nearly to death luckily a group of soldiers passed and were able to aid him they brought him back to the city. Matt owed these people his life it was a debt he was more than willing to repay he decided then to fight for their cause.

(OOC: Your both accepted, do what you wish, but since I go for ages, I might as well give you some flexibility.)

IC:

I looked around and sighed, I walked outside and there were some men, I grunted and spoke loudly and clearly, "We've managed to recover some simulation tech, it's down in the basemant of the Microsoft building about half a click South. If you want you can make your way there, or you can go to the targeting range half a click East, it's your choice." I then went back inside and sat down, sighing. I pulled out my guns and started polishing them.

I had been called up from guard duty I was being reassigned or something. Bloody hell I hated it when they kept secrets what does reassigned mean? They've probably 'reassigned' me to head chef lousy buggers. Any way I was there now standing with another bunch of soldiers although these ones looked like the real deal.

"One hell of a cooking team." I laughed to myself unaware if anyone heard me or not.

The captain walked out and announced that we were apart of some team the OGT and were going on a trip to visit the yanks to recover tech which would aid in the rebuilding of Australia. Bloody yanks there the whole reason we're in this mess and I'm not to forget those damn Chinese sneaky buggers. The captain then explained we could go recover tech or go to the shooting range. I decided to stay and prepare for the long journey ahead. I checked my guns and armor then decided I would go practice my aim who knows what dangers lurked in the U.S.

(OOC is this set before or after or during the events of the purifier?)

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Name: Luke Thomas

Rank: Sergeant

Appearance: Luke is a tall man of standing well above six foot seven, he is very muscualr due to his boxing and underground fighting background. His hair chestnut brown hair is short and sliked into a fauxhawk-mullet combo. He has intellegant ruthless brown eyes that seem to be looking through you rather than at you, Thomas has improvised a rough method of tatooing by taking the needle from a stimpack and the motor of a ripper using brahmins blood for oil, using this method Luke tatood ANZAC across his shoulders in memorium of australias once proud fighting forces. Luke is an attractive young man without blemishes or scars anywhere on his body.

Age: 24

Clothing/armor:Luke wears a long brown knee length leather coat (think regulator but darker and bloodstained), over a white vest, Kahki jeans torn at the knees and old bushwalking boots scuffed at the front from a long period of service. he has bandaged hands up from his wrist to his knuckles and sometimes wears a silver crucifix from his neck (doent know what it means he just like the look)

Weapons: Luke uses a huge well maintained machette, but when guns are necerssary he pulls out a Dirty Harry style .44 Magnum (I know next to nothing about guns)

Personality: Luke is jovial man, making jokes and messing around ( a typical footy head basicly ). But when he whips up a rage he is very hard to calm down and usualy go's silent for a few hours afterwords. Luke isnt overburdend with intellegance or very good manners but he is a fair person and will give everyone a fair go.

Bio: Luke was born in the relitivley stable Barossa Valley in South Australia, his father was sheriff of his town and the people respected him, life was good for Luke until a group of victorian setlers came into the town. After the theft of a childs bear traceable to a victorian child the town started in fighting, leading to a huge riot. Only Luke and his father escaped. They wanderd the wasteland for months and were right at deaths door when a traders caravan spotted them and took them to the nearest settlement. Luke began boxing to protect himself, he was a strong boy with a reach extending far longer than his peers and a rocket of a left hook to boot, by the age of 13 he was fighting full grown men and winning. After Luke's father died of ilness luke joined at the nearest army recruitment office and set about his military career. Luke soon learned he wasn't much cop with a gun so he set about hacking his enimies to peices with a machette instead. After successfully leading a unit to free Port Adelaide from raiders he was recomended to the OGT.

Luke walked around aimlessly, he didnt know any of the people here, he thought at least Rob would have gotten in, he was as good a shot as any luke had ever seen. Luke had no idea what to expect from the wastes, the name wasnt to inviteing, maybe he would find someother obxers in the group, he always felt at his best when sparring. He walked around until he came to a tent, he saw a tall man tinkering with some fancy gun, he seemed in good shape Luke fancied his chances to break the ice " You box mate? "

(OOC: Francois when is it going to be set? Like is it Pre-Lone Wanderer or after Broken Steel? Because it could be drastically different either way.)

James

After James had taken Andy's weapons he had found a quiet corner to work on and started to customize the guns with his gear. He really went overboard with the scope of the Barret. It now had settings for an upgraded Thermal Vision, Night Vision and Normal, plus he amped up the amount of range it could see. He fixed it up to fire more accurately by a lot and shoot a little further. He also screwed on some arms that could flick down to rest on the ground for more accurate shooting while prone.

For the M4 he fixed it up so it could have a setting for single shot and fully automatic. He also cleaned out the barrel and tuned it up a bit. He replaced the grip with a less worn one and added extra rubber to the stock to absorb the recoil better. He also placed a laser dot sight on it.

He decided not to do to much more, otherwise Andrew might be upset that he had altered his parents weapons so much. He found the captain and gave him back his guns.

"I hope I didn't do too much, if something breaks on either of them just send 'em my way and I'll fix them up ASAP. I'm heading down to the range, you in?"

Ignored

James

"You box mate?"

James looked up after he had finished speaking with Andy.

"A little" he replied, setting down the gun he was working on. He was currently placing a red dot sight on his M4 Carbine.

"Why? Wanna have a little spar? I'm up for it if you are. But lets make this interesting. You win, I'll fix up any gun you want for you. I win and you give me a tattoo like the one on your back. Up for it?"

"sure mate, the names luke by the way." Luke took of his jacket and rolled his shoulders to loosen up, he jabbed james in face a couple of times to test him, he had a good chin but he needed to gat his hands up quicker. Luke skipped around calm in his element James threw a very tidey left cross right jab left straight combo, the first to blows made contact with Luke, the new guy had an arm on him!! he was able to duck the third and land a lazy right handed hook, the sparring progressed well ,both men doing well without realy getting into thier stride, luke saw an opening and threw a rocket of a left hook.

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over to you M'heree

James

Luke threw a left hook at James and it smashed into his jaw, but James shook it off and kept fighting. He ducked in with a fake lunge to the lower left before darting up and to the right at the last second, getting a blow in on Lukes head. James got smashed in the head a few times and stomach a lot more times by Luke, and if he didn't have such a high endurance he would have been out a while ago. This guy was good, very good. "James is the name" he said grinning. "But you can also call me, 'The Guy who beat you in a spar' he said before going all out in a punch to Lukes nose. He heard a crack and blood started to come out of his nose.

"So, how do you do that tatoo thing?" he asked, "and by the way, I'll still do your weapon for you if you want, that was a good spar, I'm lucky I have a high endurance otherwise you would have taken me out easy. Thanks" he said before handing Luke a handkerchief for his nose and he stuck out his other hand to shake with him.

This squad was beginning to look pretty damn good.

(OOC: Gotta go to bed, Exams tommorow, night guys. =)

Luke was stunned, this new man had done two things that had never been done before, he hadnt gone down to Lukes left hook and he had broken his nose right across his face. The straight was so quick Luke hadnt been able to get his hand up in time, he would learn that and implement it next time he fought someone, the bodyshape James had taken throwing the punch flew in the face of all established techniques yet it made sense adnwas logical enough to work. " The needler is just a souped up stimpack realy with a little sack of bramihns blood for ink, got the motor of a ripper behind it too. I dont realy have much need for a gunsmith, as long as i get my way i use my machette, although it could do with sharpening and the grips a little worn out. " Luke took a break from tatooing the liuetenant to snap his nose back into place. " So the Capital waste, as long as they have Coopers there it should be a blast, aye"

Aj stood up after hearing about the target range, it was a good chance to swap out the old firing pin in his rifle for the new pin he has been waiting to put in, and then test it at the range, it was as good a time as any. So he walked over to the motor pool where his buggy was parked and opened a large crate that is bolted to the back of the buggy. He opened a canvas bag that was inside the crate and removed his winchester .22 rifle, a small box that contained his replacement firing pin and a small army ammo pouch. He clipped the ammo pouch to his belt and closed the canvas bag and then the crate.

He slung the rifle over his shoulder and walked over to the driver's side of the buggy and reached in and grabbed his sunglasses out of the center console.
He started to walk to the target range wondering how long they will have until a full briefing on the deployment, also hoping he would have a long time at the range.

As he walked through the main compound he saw some of the other team members sitting around, some chatting to others, some sitting alone. It reminded him a bit like moving to a new town, and not knowing anybody it can sometimes be a bit awkward trying to strike up conversations with people without looking like an idiot.

As he reached the firing range he could hear the sound of 'real music' as he liked to call the sound of gunfire. He smiled as he walked through the range entrance and proceeded to an empty range. There were a few others taking advantage of some extra practice. Aj set his gun down on a small table and started pulling it apart to get to the firing pin, also detaching the scope to give the lenses a bit of a clean. Once the firing pin was swap he loaded the gun to fire off some rounds without the scope, then he re-attached the scope and started firing. Luckily in the crate on the back of his buggy he had a hell of a lot of ammo, he was probably going to use a heap of it on the range.