"Point and shoot is pretty easy if it's auto-targeting. I can show you the parts to use and you can go from there. Since we're going into a place that's just hostiles and Guardians, you don't have to worry about what you hit. Just point and shoot. If you've got it, go gear up. We'll go over the basics when you're done."
Just like that, Aoba was conscripted, Mac not the sort to argue about what others wanted to do, particularly when he felt they weren't wrong.
When Aoba came back, Mac went over the weapons with him, showed him how to hold them, where to put his hands, how to lift, what the different settings were. Unlike Declan, who would have respected Aoba's unease, Mac was of the mind that if you aren't properly armed and prepared to fight, you aren't going. End of story. So quite being a crybaby bitch and start listening.
By the time they found the stone plateaus where Declan was hidden somewhere, Aoba at least knew what the guns were capable of and how to utilize them. He'd have to learn to aim and hit targets on the go.
"There's too much interference from the gates for me to get us any nearer to his location. It's on foot from here," Mac's Ghost intoned, the Warlock nodding and affixing the rest of his armored robes, looking for all the world like a science-fiction version of a Templar Knight.
"Keep an eye on your shield gauge readouts," Mac warned, tapping his helmet, indicating Aoba should pay attention to the headsup display in his own. "If you get anywhere near 30%, duck and roll for cover, hide behind anything you can, hunker down and wait for the shields to come back up. That's the only thing guaranteed to keep you alive right now. Most Hobgoblin snipers can take your shields down to thirty with on shot. Sometimes more. You will die. Understand? So if you're near it, play smart. I can't watch everything for you."
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Just like that, Aoba was conscripted, Mac not the sort to argue about what others wanted to do, particularly when he felt they weren't wrong.
When Aoba came back, Mac went over the weapons with him, showed him how to hold them, where to put his hands, how to lift, what the different settings were. Unlike Declan, who would have respected Aoba's unease, Mac was of the mind that if you aren't properly armed and prepared to fight, you aren't going. End of story. So quite being a crybaby bitch and start listening.
By the time they found the stone plateaus where Declan was hidden somewhere, Aoba at least knew what the guns were capable of and how to utilize them. He'd have to learn to aim and hit targets on the go.
"There's too much interference from the gates for me to get us any nearer to his location. It's on foot from here," Mac's Ghost intoned, the Warlock nodding and affixing the rest of his armored robes, looking for all the world like a science-fiction version of a Templar Knight.
"Keep an eye on your shield gauge readouts," Mac warned, tapping his helmet, indicating Aoba should pay attention to the headsup display in his own. "If you get anywhere near 30%, duck and roll for cover, hide behind anything you can, hunker down and wait for the shields to come back up. That's the only thing guaranteed to keep you alive right now. Most Hobgoblin snipers can take your shields down to thirty with on shot. Sometimes more. You will die. Understand? So if you're near it, play smart. I can't watch everything for you."