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A Series of Events	By : zypherion Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers,nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I do own copyrights to all OCs in this fic.

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Once Shark was released from med bay and allowed back on duty, he did what he promised to do and talked to Prime about me getting some sharp shooting training and any other training that would be acceptable to both Prime and myself. Prime was a bit leery about anything intense so soon, but said Shark could go ahead and do the sharp shooting with a variety of weapons. It would be the next solar cycle before he came to my room and told me he got the permission to train me in sharp shooting to start. I was happy to hear it, after all my Mother always said I should learn to shoot a weapon.
Shark glanced over at me, "Something on your mind?" we were nearly to the range he set up to train me on.
"Yeah, just thinking about a rifle that belonged to my Grandfather. I just hope my Mother changes the will now that I'm legally dead so my niece gets it instead of my sister. I would bet sis would sell it so fast for money my Mother would roll over in her own grave." I replied.
He nodded a little to that, "I think I understand. We don't really pass down our weapons. But then we live a lot longer than your species does from the research I've done."
I stopped as we reached the range with rifles and guns of various sizes and shapes, taking a good look as I asked, "And how long do you live anyway?"
He hmmed softly as he picked up a small gun to had me, "Well if you take out war as a life ender and presume the individual had taken good care of themselves I would have to estimate 50 million years on the low end and upwards of 75 million years."
I took the gun, feeling the balance of it. "Obviously it's shorter if you are in a war, like you are now."
He nodded, "Yeah it can be. So you know how to hold this?" he asked. I shifted the gun in my hand, palming the grip and shifting my trigger finger into place. "I guess that answers my question. Let's see how you can shoot without direction." I took aim at a target about 20 yards out and squeezed the trigger, the shot went off and the target got slammed from the impact.
He had me hold and shoot each weapon in turn, seeing if I made any corrections of my own before stepping in to show me how or direct me how to hold or shoot it. By the time we were done he seemed pleased with my overall performance.
"So any weapons you like more over others?" he asked.
I had to think on that one for a time then I picked out one of the guns with a long barrel that had a heck of a kick, then I selected the rifle with a sniper scope that reminded me of Grandpa's own rifle that had a wallop of a kick to it, and lastly I chose a small laser pistol.
He hmmed at my choices and nodded, "Interesting selection. Those are all yours. I'll show you how to take care of them once I get this stuff back into the ship. Care to help out?"
I nodded, "Sure."
We spent a few minutes packing all the weapons back into the crate on wheels, then pushed the whole thing back toward the ship. Once we got them into the weapons cache area, he grabbed a few supplies he said we'd need to use on the weapons I selected. This done, we headed off to the rec room and he sat down at a table.
"All right, let's start with this one." he stated, taking up the long barreled gun. "It's pretty easy to strip down and clean up. Just watch." then proceeded to strip the gun down to its component parts. A cleaning rag was taken up and used through the barrel and the clip areas to clean out any stuff. He picked up the oil, explaining where it went and showing the process. Then the gun polisher was placed on another rag and rubbed over all the metal parts before he put it all back together again. "Same process for the rifle to be honest with you." Repeating the same thing with it by breaking it down to the component parts, cleaning it, oiling it, wiping it down, then reassembling it. Picking up the laser pistol and then the polish cloth. "For obvious reasons you only want a professional weapons smith messing with a laser weapon since it has a lot of intricate parts. It won't have the build up like the ammunition using weapons get since the laser literally would burn out any build up." he set the pistol down when he was done. "And that's it; they are clean and ready to go."
I nodded and smiled. "Thank you, Shark. That was helpful and educational, I assure you I will take good care of them and make use of them."
"You are most welcome. I'll see you later, got some work to do." he said and stood up.
"I probably do as well. See you later." I offered back, picking up my weapons and taking them to my room. Then checked in with Prime to see what reports he needed from whom. After I got that list, I headed out and checked in with each mech to get their reports and find out what reports they needed from their direct underlings. I spend about an hour or so going from room to room picking up and delivering reports until my work was done. I was heading back to my room when I paused at the water that was seeping from under a door. The room belonging to Shark. I knocked at the door to see if he would answer.
"Hope that's someone with some resin." he called out, "Cuz right now I cannot come to the door."
I hmmed, then stated loudly, "Resin on the way." Going off to the storage room to get the stuff, then returning. I knocked again.
"Come in if you got resin." he called out.
I palmed the control panel and let myself in, feet splashing in the water that had nearly completely taken over the floor. Shark was toward the back of the room, his hands plastered against a leak in what looked like a large pane of glass. I walked over and worked the resin containers' tip under his hands. "Little more to my left and up a bit." he said, so I wiggled the tip a bit more until he said, "Okay right there, slowly dispense it." I nodded, pressing the bottom of the tube so the resin was forced up into the unknown size of the crack or hole under his hands. He worked his palms against the glass to get the resin into place then eventually backed a hand off to slip a piece of glass from his subspace and putting it on the resin covered glass. He held it in place and looked over at me.
"Thanks, just saved me from explaining a tidal wave inside this ship." he said.
I smiled, "You are going to have to explain the water outside your door as it is."
"Could I bother you to maybe hold this in place while I clean up this water?" he asked.
"I think I can do that." I replied, moving into place to press my hands to the glass.
He stepped away and nodded, "Much appreciated." then headed out of the room, he returned a few minutes later with a mop and bucket. Starting at where the water ended outside his room and working his way in. It took in about 15 minutes to mop up enough of the water that there was a very full bucket that he had to take outside to dump. He returned again, sans mop and bucket, "I think the resin should be holding by now, so slowly take your hands off the glass." he told me.
I did exactly that, taking the pressure off the glass, then as I saw it was holding so I fully removed my hands and let them drop to my sides, "So this going to be an aquarium or a private pool?" I asked.
He chuckled to that and said, "Both actually. Sadly though, I think I need thicker glass."
I nodded to that, "I would do that, but first I'd drain out the water so you don't get another leak."
"Right." he agreed, "I'll get right on that. Hope I didn't distract you from some report delivering."
I shook my head, "No, just heading off to my room to do some reading. I'll see you later."
"See ya." he offered after me as I exited his room.
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