Noah Corek
Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
Alderaan
Cadera-Feanor-Corek Estate
Shooting Range
Noah laid on the grass behind his palatial estate, aiming through the scope of his rifle, a pet project of his that he had been working on for some time. While the rifle was almost complete Noah still hadn't been able to zero it properly, having spent more than a few hours on the range and in his workshop attempting to fix said problem to no avail. To say that the process was beginning to frustrate him would be an understatement, never before had a creating of his been so finnicky or uncooperative.
Inserting another fresh magazine into the rifle, reaching up and adjusting the dials and knobs on the rifle scope before aiming it down range, centering the reticle on the target, steadied his breathing, flicked the safety off, let his finger gently grasp the trigger, took a deep breath, paused his breathing and gently squeezed the trigger. Only for the round to impact a good few centimeters from where he had been aiming, frustrating him once again. What he needed was a distraction to help him get out of this funk.
Cadera-Feanor-Corek Estate
Shooting Range
Noah laid on the grass behind his palatial estate, aiming through the scope of his rifle, a pet project of his that he had been working on for some time. While the rifle was almost complete Noah still hadn't been able to zero it properly, having spent more than a few hours on the range and in his workshop attempting to fix said problem to no avail. To say that the process was beginning to frustrate him would be an understatement, never before had a creating of his been so finnicky or uncooperative.
Inserting another fresh magazine into the rifle, reaching up and adjusting the dials and knobs on the rifle scope before aiming it down range, centering the reticle on the target, steadied his breathing, flicked the safety off, let his finger gently grasp the trigger, took a deep breath, paused his breathing and gently squeezed the trigger. Only for the round to impact a good few centimeters from where he had been aiming, frustrating him once again. What he needed was a distraction to help him get out of this funk.