10-02-2018, 04:56 AM
Lih finished checking his auto-pistol. The reload had brought the ammo count back up. He put the first strip of spares in, then flicked on the safety and holstered it, buttoned down.
So sure, so practiced, so expert. How did his hands know to do all this? They knew what they were doing with his gun, handling its mechanical settings with skill and minimal fuss.
The same, it seemed to Lih--during his fight with the cannibals, his body’s training had come to the fore and taken over, like habit, like muscle memory, unbidden. In that time of stress and adrenaline, his mind switched over to pure instinct.
Then he took his railgun off the rack and studied it a while, turning the long-range weaponry over in his hands. His unsubtle, trembling hands… yes, they were capable with all the equipment only when his mind and attention switched elsewhere.
He was trained to the same basic level of combat proficiency back at the academy, and his coworkers did not look down on him for his different looks, or lack of specialization. Indeed, Lih had an unflappable reputation for not thinking twice when it came to breaking up a fight or supervising an emergency extraction of sensitive personnel under public criticism. He was the guy that other guys on the beat counted on, CCDPD through and through.
But killing. That was the real trauma…
He put the railgun back into his locker and lingered for a moment, favored it with a last glance, then thumped down the short flight of steps from the locker room onto the main walkway. His walking speed increased.
There was an appointment to keep.
Ooc: Cont. below
https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1019.html
So sure, so practiced, so expert. How did his hands know to do all this? They knew what they were doing with his gun, handling its mechanical settings with skill and minimal fuss.
The same, it seemed to Lih--during his fight with the cannibals, his body’s training had come to the fore and taken over, like habit, like muscle memory, unbidden. In that time of stress and adrenaline, his mind switched over to pure instinct.
Then he took his railgun off the rack and studied it a while, turning the long-range weaponry over in his hands. His unsubtle, trembling hands… yes, they were capable with all the equipment only when his mind and attention switched elsewhere.
He was trained to the same basic level of combat proficiency back at the academy, and his coworkers did not look down on him for his different looks, or lack of specialization. Indeed, Lih had an unflappable reputation for not thinking twice when it came to breaking up a fight or supervising an emergency extraction of sensitive personnel under public criticism. He was the guy that other guys on the beat counted on, CCDPD through and through.
But killing. That was the real trauma…
He put the railgun back into his locker and lingered for a moment, favored it with a last glance, then thumped down the short flight of steps from the locker room onto the main walkway. His walking speed increased.
There was an appointment to keep.
Ooc: Cont. below
https://thefirstage.org/forums/thread-1019.html
Viktor Lih
Officer of CCDPD
Officer of CCDPD