Private Against the Law

[Trextan Voidstalker]

T R E X T A N​

"Yeah focussed, that's one way of putting it," Trextan replied.

DG did his job well, but his circuits had clearly been put together to process data from flight systems and to make quick decisions. His speech protocols and sentience levels were limit.

"Oh it's fine," Trextan said, brushing off her ordering. "I actually hate choosing what to order when I get food."

Trextan felt uncomfortable in plenty of social situations. He had spent a lot of his formative years being trained by the sith or the Jedi to fight and not socialising with his peers.

He wasn't entirely oblivious to their nervous wrangling of her hands. He offered what he thought was a reassuring smile.

"So I, er, need to remind you to do some breathing exercises for now then?" he offered, just a touch of humour in his tone.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Away from the Verree
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Concealed Sling Bag
Tags: Trextan Voidstalker

Her lips curled inward to keep her giggling smile at bay. Her comment about DG seeming to find the mark as he dismissed the order kerfuffle.

"Oh! Well. Perfect! Glad I could help." A tiny shrug that alleviated some of the hand rubbing. Thoughts unwinding themselves enough to ease back from nervous habits. Though neither hand parted ways with the other.

The small laugh was paired with a shake of her head.

"No. Mostly passed that since my last checkup but I got to keep Skid. Had him reprogrammed for flight, but he still has the pushy attitude even after the wipe." She chewed on her lip thinking about it. "Little bucket of bolts."

For as much irritation she'd put into the words, worry painted her features thinking about the little droid.

"Oh! Do I need to look at getting a blaster? I've never used one before. Seen them but never actually like," a tiny motion towards him with her hands acting the part of the missing blaster. The soft whistle sound a poor imitation of what an actual blaster sounded like as she grinned. "Used one. I don't even think I've held one now that I think about it."

Deep thought scored her brow.

"We get trained to use a superheated Plasma stick, but not to handle even a blaster pistol. Kinda weird now that I think about it." Lossa seemed more than content to fill the air with her thoughts, sharing a confused look at him with her own personal realization.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"Yeah I'm not certain who decided taking someone's arms clean off was more human than just a killing shot," Trextan replied.

One of the bimm cooking food shot Trextan a confused look. Trextan offered a warm smile back.

"I got plenty of..."

He looked at the bimm.

"...yeah we don't need to buy one of those."

He touched the handcannon at his hip. A big heavy weapon, it was more of a compact scatter cannon than a blaster.

"We'll go through what's on the ship and then find some abandoned rock for practise."

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Away from the Verree
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Concealed Sling Bag
Tags: Trextan Voidstalker

"Mm. Don't worry my little soldiers. The sight of this won't haunt you in your dreams. It's not service related at all." A horrible imitation of what she figured a soldier sounded like while talking.

A slight shake of her head before Trextan made note of the weapon on his hip.

"Oh sheesh. Uh." A grimace appearing as she looked between the small cannon and the open palm of her hand. "Anything smaller? Don't know that I can hold onto that."

Another confused look by the Bimm. This time shared between Trextan and Lossa as the instrument player stumbled over a few notes. Somehow their giggle only added to the music rather than distracting from it.

"You had a girly jacket so let's hope you have a girly blaster too." Another pause in the music as both Bimm stifled a laugh.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"Girly coat?"

Trextan visibly recoiled. There had been a distinct lack of sass in his every day life. He started to smile. His gaze into the distance showed that he was seeking for a retort and struggling.

"Well...yeah."

A shrug was his surrender. He was still smiling and shaking his head as he accepted a bowl of miscellaneous ingredients in a topping of steamy sauce. It smelled nice.

"I'll think of something funny later," he promised. "But yeah I can find something you can fit in your hand." Trextan frowned and decided to ignore what he'd heard himself say.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Away from the Verree
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Concealed Sling Bag
Tags: Trextan Voidstalker

A pinch of the jacket and a look at him as though the point was obvious when their server interrupted.

The bowls set out, dealing a hearty stew to both as the two Bimm retreated into the back for a moment to gather their senses. Or collectively loose them in private with laughter as Lossa caught the tail end of joy and cheer in the air.

The majority of her senses focused on the food in front of them.

The taste of confusion broke the sensations of joy, her face never moving away from the bowl but her eyes fixated on him in those brief moments of his pause.

Then he eased back into a sort of joy. A strange filter to be sure, but nonetheless letting her return to her own bowl as he spoke. A spoonful of stew almost finding itself across the counter when she tried to keep herself from snorting.

A napkin snatched from the dispenser and placed over her nose to keep the illusion of civility about her.

Her whole body wracked with the shudder of silent laughter. A losing battle plainly as she dabbed at her face and struggled with the bite she'd taken. The urge to breath at odds with the stew as she finally, won the battle. But lost the war.

The bite consumed, she leaned her forehead against the counter and let the giggle fit take her.

"Oh force!" She finally gasped, her head raising back up to look at him.

"I think you got the funny right there." Shaking her head as she tried to continue eating between stifled laughs.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

T R E X T A N​

A napkin snatched from the dispenser and placed over her nose to keep the illusion of civility about her.

Trextan had an almost inhuman ability to inhale food. What was placed before them would normally have become an empty bowl with almost no visibly movement of his utensils.

Instead he looked to Lossa, feeling the heat of embarassment that his comment hadn't gone over her head. He did not know why - even for an instant - he might have thought it would have.

"Oh force!" She finally gasped, her head raising back up to look at him.

"I think you got the funny right there." Shaking her head as she tried to continue eating between stifled laughs.

"Yeah, yeah yeah. Laugh it up," he replied.

He managed to hang in the balance between falling into desperate embarrassment and joining her bout of laughter. Trextan grinned and shook his head, a warm blush colouring his cheeks.

He sighed, mumbled an apology, and began to inhale his food.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Away from the Verree
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Concealed Sling Bag
Tags: Trextan Voidstalker

While she hadn't been trying to embarass him, she couldn't help the laughter. Or the strong feeling of joy along with it. Her laughter slowing as she wiped her eyes of the tears that had formed.

"Oh I will. But I'd rather laugh with than at." The final design chuckles departing as she shook her head and began to eat her own meal.

Afterwards, paying for the meal with a quick question and exchange of the recipe for her own cooking endeavors.

Following his lead back, she'd comment about nearly everything on the way there, from this neat event, to that strange thing over there, to how weird it was that you couldn't feel actually feel water but instead felt it as the sensation of cold.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Trextan had never been particularly talkative. Her attitude started to grind him down and eventually he was actually considering the things Lossa pointed out.

There was a surprising amount he walked past on the station without even knowing. Much to his annoyance, he was even left trying to remember exactly what water felt like on his skin.

"Come on," he said as they reached the dock. "Let's see if I've got something around that'll..."

Trextan stopped. He'd been about to continue the joke so that it felt less like Lossa poking fun. Fortunately he heard quite how that would have sounded in his head and turned away from that path in embarrassment.

"I'm sure I've got some blasters," he hastily corrected.

Behind a panel on the ship, he did. From a few small holdout blasters to a heavy sonic carbine. All he had to do was keep Lossa from discharging a dangerous weapon on the small ship.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: Away from the Verree
Equipment: Danger Jacket, Outfit, Discreet Hearing Enhancer - Left Ear, Long Handled Double Lightsaber, Concealed Sling Bag
Tags: Trextan Voidstalker

Finally wearing him down to actually looking at things had taken a bit, but he seemed at mildly interested in the things they passed by. If only to reveal things that he might have ignored otherwise.

Or even inane things at times.

His mention of the blasters making her pause as he thought on the phrasing. The shameless grin appearing as she gave him a sidelong stare. A frown taking the grins place when he folded.

The trip back hasty as his rebuttal as he revealed a hidden compartment in his ship to reveal a bevy of blasters behind it.

Her brow furrowed as she pondered why he might hide them as she pulled out a small holdout blaster.

"You uh. You confiscate these?" Tone entirely joking as she showed her lack of blaster training by placing a finger over the trigger and pointing it down the hallway. One eye closed while the other tried to figure out the sights.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"You uh. You confiscate these?"

"Well I did some of them b..."

Trextan hadn't been looking. He stopped talking and turned sharply towards her.

"Er..."

His hand cupped undernearth hers, lifting the blaster to point at the ceiling before he gently prised it from her hand.

"...no. I don't always make these properly safe."

Clearly uncomfortable about suddenly stepping into Lossa's personal space, Trextan went a little pink and took a half-step back.

He tilted the blaster onto one side and opened the power pack compartment.

"No power pack, and actually this one was off."

He thumbed the power switch. A light went red. He held it back out for Lossa.

"Sorry, yeah, that's a nice simple one. Ten shots." He turned and lifted a KYD from the rack and checked it.

"Want to see if there is a shooting range?"

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Trextan Voidstalker

She hadn't been entirely focused on his words as she finally figured out the sights. At least until his hand slipped beneath hers and she jolted, hyperaware suddenly.

Words as he explained about them not all being safe. Her mouth forming a tight but silent oh in response.

He pulled the blaster free, her eyes watching as he also became aware of just how close he'd been and took a step back. The moment passed, and he opened something on the blaster. Her eyes now intently on the weapon as he explained.

Nodding as if she understood what he'd said before accepting the blaster. Eyes drifting over it until he pulled something off the wall. His question getting a grin of a reply.

"For sure."

Her hand still wound tight around the blaster as she simply stuck it in her jacket pocket after frowning and examining herself briefly.

"Doesn't look suspicious, right?"

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"It looks really suspicious," Trextan countered. He was still recovering from stepping into her personal space. He was not particularly comfortable in any social situation.

"Erm..."

He placed the KYD-21 down on the work surface and opened another panel. Storage on the ship was small nooks and crannies.

Trextan dug out an older holster from deep within. It was the kind that would have the blaster worn openly on the hip.

"I can try and find something to wear under your jacket, but just see if that fits."

The small holdout wouldn't sit in the holster, but the sleek KYD would.

"They sell enough blasters on this station that there has to be a safe range somewhere."

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Her eyes closed slowly at the growing chuckle about her oh so conspicuous appearance with a blaster in her jacket pocket. Mouth forming a tight line to keep from laughing more than she was.

He moved about, placing his blaster on a workbench before rifling through what looked to be sneaky stowage spaces as she collected herself with a final rolling giggle. Producing a holster for her, her hands gratefully accepted before unfastened the belt she had on and managed the holster into place.

The blaster sliding into its new home as he mentioned trying to find a different one.

She frowned a little, wondering about keeping it under her jacket before visibly weighing the option. Peeling back her jacket and reaching her hand inside before making the drawing motion from her hip.

"Eh. Probably ought to keep it on the hip for now." Punctuating her point with an exaggerated reach across her chest. "Least until I get used to having a blaster."

Her hand sliding down into the holster a bit and taking a few extra seconds to fish the blaster out. It wasn't meant for the holster, but it beat looking like a criminal.

"Someone ought to know." She shrugged, stepping towards the ramp once more before spinning around. "Let the droid know we are leaving again."

Her steps down the ramp heavy and definitely on purpose to alert the droid as she scampered the final step off and away from the ship before turning once more with a smirk.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Trextan left her to ponder the different options as he tidied up his weaponry. Even though he had carved out a different path, his father had introduced him to weapons. Unfortunately he had never learned to be a capable rifleman like the professional soldier, but he saw their value.

Watching Lossa practising as if she was drawing a weapon, he wondered if he should have flown to an abandoned planet rather than a public shooting range.

He took the power packs from the shelf and put them in his own pockets. He remained slightly concerned that she would use a loaded blaster to kidnap an anzellan.

Trextan watched her skip down off the ramp after making her point, turn and give him a smile. He stomach did a small flip.

Oh boy

"DG! We're heading down. Remember she's with me," he called out. The ramp hissed closed behind them.



The shooting range was off the beaten track. It was located in the voids between main levels of the space station. There were ten stations to shoot from within a magnetically shielded hall.

Trextan leaned on a button that brought the holographic target to five metres from where they stood. There were just two others firing down the range. The holographic humanoids flashes red where they were hit before the bolt fizzled out against the wall behind.

"Now, you read the safety instructions, yeah?" he said, setting down a power pack. She'd looked at the board of instructions, but he wasn't convinced it had sunk in.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

The place definitely didn't seem like the training halls she was used to.

Then again the Jedi proper seldom trained with something other than a weapon that could lop off limbs and cut through bulkheads with a bit of patience.

The blaster had been quickly placed back in the holster, and it had taken a surprising amount of self control to keep from fiddling with it as they had found their way down to the range. A stern and pointed stop at the range rules board made her frown.

She'd definitely looked at the board of instructions. But she had kept glancing sidelong at the range whenever she heard the tell-tale sound of a blaster being shot to maybe catch where it landed on the targets.

Eyes slow to return to the sign as she ran over the same rules again. For the fourth time. And still backtracked to number one after she lost where she was after the next round of shots downrange.

His question however receiving a bantha at the trough stare before she nodded slowly.

"Don't uh, don't point the blaster at people. Power pack out when you aren't in the uh, range... booth. And don't... litter." Eyes still open a bit too far as she tried to put some confidence in her answers.

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

Asking her to read the rules again wasn't going to get them anywhere, he decided.

Trextan decided to repeat the important points with an amused shake of his head.

"Don't point the blaster anywhere but that way," he said, pointing down range. "Only shoot when the lights up there are red. Don't put your finger on the trigger unless you're ready to shoot."

Trextan took the blaster and loaded the power pack.

"Let me shoot a couple off."

"Left foot forward, of you're right handed," he said, taking a stance. He kept the muzzle pointing forwards and levelled it.

"Two sights to line up, you want the three little white dots in a line. Thumb the safety..."

There was a quiet buzz as it activated.

"...and..."

He fired off three shots that struck the chest of the holographic figure. The little red dots showed a very sloppy group.

"...and I need practise," he muttered, before thumbing the safety and placing the blaster down. "Your go."

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

She nodded when it felt appropriate. The first rule making her wince at the wording. She'd been close. At least that's how it felt. Then again if a stray shot managed to take out a light it might have made some folks a little jumpy. Probably best to listen.

Shoot when the lights are red.

Made sense. Red light meant ready. Which didn't make sense since most things that were ready turned green. Right?

Finger on the trigger when ready to shoot.

Hard to shoot without using the trigger. Maybe he meant when you were ready to take the shot. Where did you keep your finger when you weren't shooting? Was it like the high society thing where the trigger finger and pinky stuck out?

Not offering any words as he took the first few shots.

His explanation about the sights making a lot more sense now that she had context for how they worked. The strange mention of the safety making her squint as the soft buzz filled the space between them.

The blaster shots looked decent enough from her perspective. But she hadn't seen true combat like others had. And old Holonet films probably weren't a reliable source for proper blaster techniques.

She frowned when he prompted her. Looking between him and the targets before stepping up and fiddling with the blaster a moment. It was heavier than she'd guessed.

Even lightsabers were strangely heavy in their own way.

But this felt more... solid?

A deep breath gathered her courage, or at least her wits as she tried to sight the blaster at the target. Her hands trembling enough to make the dots wobble. Had she always had trembles like that? Her left foot edged forward until it felt out of place. Finger kept pointed outward and away from the trigger as she scooted her foot back a little and tried to align the sights again.

A small sound of frustration as she blinked once, twice against the blending image of the sights before realizing she needed to close an eye. The dots lined up as she placed her finger over the trigger. The dots shifting as she did, making her whole body shift and stiffen.

Lining them up once more, she pulled the trigger and squinted as she tried to fire.

But nothing happened.

"Huh?"

 

[Trextan Voidstalker]

"Ah... Right... You..."

Trextan vacillated for a moment before simply reaching out with both hands. One cupped her wrist to keep the weapon in place and the other flicked the safety catch.

"I'd put the safety on," he explained, taking a half step back.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt you as long as its pointed that way," Trextan mused.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

She blinked a few times trying to run through the reason it hadn't gone off before Trextan came close once again. She'd be lying to herself if she didn't admit she liked the proximity.

Leaning into him a bit as he fixed the problem only to feel the cold air against her back as he stepped away.

Blinking a few times and breathing to get the steady back into her hands. Words finally processing as she felt her face get a shade darker. Missing a step he had literally just explained felt like a she'd put her foot in her mouth as she thought on his assurance.

The sights eventually stopped wiggling enough she felt confident about placing her finger over the trigger.

Even if it was pointed the other way, it still was a foreign thing, and even knowing it would go downrange didn't help her nerves as she tensed in preparation.

The squeeze of the trigger this time producing the bolt and sound as it smacked a red spot into the targets shoulder and fizzled out against the back wall. A deep breath and she pulled her finger back to the side. Finding the safety and switching it on before bringing both hands back towards her chest.

"Well that. That wasn't so bad." She finally huffed, turning the blaster sideways and thumbing the safety with less grace than he did before aiming once more and sliding her finger to the trigger. Stance a touch better than last time as she squeezed again.

The shot going downrange but still into the shoulder. She had squinted and tensed again in expectation of the shot.