Felt inspired to write a little transcript style one shot or two <3 The first one up is Hubble as want to give more love to the little space guy!
TITLE: Seventy-Five Percent Hit Ratio
FEATURING: Hubble
<< Unit Review for Service: Designation Hubble: Elite Snipper Unit>>
Evaluator listed as E.
Evaluatee listed as H (Designation of Unit: Hubble: Cameraman 621)
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E: The scores are in Hubble, but I'm sure you are already aware of the results.
<Hubble remains silent in the room, camera fixed on the desk in front of him>
E: Elite Snipers need a hit ratio of 75% at the least on targets, and even then, that is tenuous at best that you even get in. You can't afford to miss shots.
H: ....what was my score?
<<A long pause as the Evaluator lets out a heavy sigh, dropping the report on the desk in font of Hubble>>
E: .001%. You couldn't hit any of the targets. You missed every single shot.
<< Hubble is silent, visibly tensing but says nothing as he stares at the report>>
E: We can't use a sniper who can't make his shots anymore Hubble. I'm sorry, but we are going to have to transfer you to other duties. At the suggestion of medical, probably something away from combat.
<< Hubble is silent for a few more moments before sitting up a bit, shaking just a bit as he speaks with some difficulty to be calm>>
H: Just like that? But... I was built to be a sniper unit. Everything about my design... that is what I am suppose to be. I just...I just need time to get back in the game is all, just-
E: Hubble-
H: I'm still able to be in combat and do my part for the Alliance. I can do this still, I know I can just...it...it is hard. But, I can do it. I'm still a sniper unit and-
E: The transfer is already a done thing. We have evaluated you are unfit for return to combat duty. I'm sorry Hubble, but it isn't about just the shots.
<<Hubble tenses, hands clenched tight over his knees and he continues to shake, but doing his best o maintain composure>>
H: Oh.
E: You are being sent to a nice quiet outpost, far from combat. They are just doing rocket testing and study of space. I think you'll like it given your new...hobby and all. All you got to do is monitor the comm and report in.
H: Okay.
E: ...maybe we can try again another time Hubble. You were good. No one is doubting that. You had one of the highest hit ratios in the damn unit.
H: ....I know.
<<There is a long pause of silence as the evaluator sighs and rises to his feet>>
E: I'm sorry Hubble.
<<Hubble is silent before he rises to his feet, picking up the report, camera fixed on the ground and refusing to look up>>
H: ...Am I dismissed?
E: Yeah. Your relocation is schedueled for tomorrow with the materials heading to the outpost. You'll be reporting to your Supervisor upon arrival for basic training for your post.
H: Okay.
<<Hubble moves to the door, still avoiding looking up and doing everything he can to remain calm and maintain his composure as he reaches for the door handle>>
E: Hubble...no one blames you for what happened. Everyone can miss a shot, even the best. What happened...was a terrible accident.
<<Hubble tenses, hand hovering over the door handle before he appears to shake his head, grasping onto it and opening the door>>
H: Yeah. Just the shot I missed killed the one person I cared for most.
<<Hubble leaves the room, silent, clutching the report to his chest>>
END EVALUATION FOOTAGE
