Private Coriolis Effect

[Sasha Kryze]

Sasha munched on a bit of bread as she sat in her chair at the gun range, leaning back, and away from the VAARS rifle on the table. The weapons magazine had been removed, and emptied; its payload resting atop the Durasteel table on the open range. Their people had gotten used to Kestri fast, and in a big way. Sasha personally enjoyed the hunting, but couldn't go around going wild with it. Not to mention she didn't have the energy to hunt and process a full buck, not when she had just taken on down not even a month prior. Not to mention the worm hunt; she was going to take it easy for a while.

The bread was eaten until gone, causing the woman to lean forwards yet again, raising a single heavy round of the table, and chambering it through the open breach, pulling the catch and letting rest atop the round snugly; briefly pushing forward on it to avoid a misfire, or worse. When the weapon was in a fire ready state, she would manuever herself into a comfortable shooting position, and look through the scope with her right eye, settling the cross-hairs on a target roughly six hundred yards out. She had taken four shots at this target already, missing one, and roughly hitting with the other three.

The headshot she was looking for at range eluded her still however. Sasha had become overly attached to this particular weapon, one among the list of things she was gifted as she was coming of age. She had killed dozens, if not perhaps hundreds with it... And yet every now and then, it reminded her she had more to learn. In any case, she found that she favored the thud, and feel of slugthrowers. The bang, that responsive kick against ones shoulder... At range, even watching the round travel and splatter whatever was unfortunate enough to be in the way... Intoxicating.

THUD.

The weapon would have been loud with earplugs in, and she wasn't wearing any. The light ringing in her ears ignored as she watched her round fly straight forward, quickly beginning a downwards arc and nicking the dummy target. Given, in technicality that shot would've likely ruptured ones jugular, it wasn't good enough for her. Her Founder always told her Mandalorian strength laid in how much the individual brought to the whole. Sasha wanted to be able to deliver death to anything she could see. All things considered, she wasn't far off from that goal.

As a Galaar, her role on the battlefield was pivotal. Assaulting the enemy from up close, or afar her lethality shouldn't dip on either front. Watching the target for a bit longer, Sasha loosed a held breath, pulling the bolt-catch back again and locking the breach in an open position. The spent cartridge having flipped off into the sand somewhere. It joined thousands of others from all of those that came here to shoot.

Sasha wore her Beskar'Gam, but had elected to leave her helmet off for her practice. She would hardly have to aim using her armors predictive aiming, but doing it on the fly was... Satisfying, to say the least. Sasha would take a break for now however, just twenty or thirty seconds to mentally reset the visage of the target in her mind.

Aves Wren

 

[Aves Wren]

To say the gun range provided one with peace and quiet was something of an oxymoron, and yet this was one of the places Aves Wren came to unwind and find peace. Here, everyone was focused on their own performance, their own self-improvement, and socialising was secondary. That was something which suited Aves well. Between the gunfire and the clamour of weapons being checked, loaded, adjusted, unloaded over and over again, there was a peace and a serenity in being able to disconnect from everyone else.

All that mattered was the blaster, the target, and the shooter.

She carried two bags on her shoulder; one housed the old and familiar precision blaster that she had trained with since she was old enough to lift and aim. The other was sparkling new, and she needed to learn to harmonise with it. The sights needed calibration, and Aves had to become familiar with the weapon's weight, recoil, and point of balance to mention some.

After checking the system and dry firing it a few times to adjust the trigger, she headed up to the long range section. There were even fewer people up here, and the ones who were seemed to keep to themselves even more than the ones at the shorter ranges. Aves nodded to one, an older fellow with a bionic eye who was carefully cleaning his gun. He had shown Aves around before and shared a few stories.

As Aves climbed up to her favourite spot, she stopped quickly and put her back to the wall. Her eyes flickered to the person she saw sitting in her spot, then back to her feet as she took a moment to process.

It was the Kryze girl, Sochi? Shiah? Sasha, that's the one.

Too many names.

Aves waited for a moment, then took a deep breath before occupying one of the spots. She made sure there was a whole spot between herself and Sasha, but as she got her things set up, the young Wren made sure to keep an eye on the Kryze girl's performance.

Sasha Kryze

 

[Sasha Kryze]

Sasha felt that disconnection, to the point of not noticing Aves at all when she entered. The rifle still billowed lightly with smoke, but she was determined now. She lifted another round, repeating the process from earlier, and inhaling roughly; her frustration audible to any that were interested enough in what she was doing, and were listening. Namely, and in this circumstance, Aves. She gently rested her cheek on the stock, relaxing and resting the reticule of her scope on the target. She inhaled lightly, letting the scope float a bit just up and right of the target, compensating for whatever ingredient was missing from her scoring the hit she wanted.

THUD.

She maintained her form, watching the round fly and take a chunk off the top of the targets head. Not a direct hit per say, but it was satisfying... Considering most creatures would find it difficult to live with half a brain. The addiction of it was visible then as well, she stared through the scope for about six seconds longer than she needed to, slowly reeling from the weapon, and gently resting the stock against the table, so as it could rest on its bipod.

A light smile found her lips then, glancing right to see if anyone was watching. Not necessarily a vain act, but more so being aware of her surroundings. At that moment she laid eyes on a familiar visage. This woman was... Aves Wren. They were teammates, and yet how the woman seemed to just pop up on her caused her to hesitate on any words. Simply staring for a moment, then clearing her throat as she folded her arms over her chest.

"Vod.."

She said, offering a nod, and looking over the woman, and her belongings. That reminded her... Aves said she was a specialist at ranged shooting... She probably thought Sasha was a rookie watching her... Though, Sasha had been known to jump to conclusions before...

Aves Wren