Learning the Ropes

[Torvas Vief]

[member="Venris Helion"]

Spending sometime this far into the core of the galaxy wasn't nearly as bad as he thought that it might have been. While he had feared that society here was going to be more lawless than he was used to, which was perhaps an irony considering that he was from the Outer Rim, he found it to be remarkably ordered even on these lower levels. Then again, his conception of what constituted a good orderly society was lower than most, and he figured it was often his responsibility to weed out the negative elements.

Maybe that was why he was currently training a couple of people down at a blaster ranger here on the lower levels of Coruscant.

Looking around carefully, he was illustrating the correct posture to use considering that some of these blasters had quite a kickback. His canine physiology was extremely resilient in that respect, but he knew that human and near-human students needed to use very good form when shooting because they couldn't just expect that their biology and their (lack of a) tail could keep them standing up straight.

Finishing wit his current lessons, he turned around and started to blink as he sort of half expected someone else to come in. It wasn't necessarily easy to find people to buy blasters from and then train them on this rather structured world, so Torvas figured that he would more than likely have been in demand.

While he could have found himself leaning up against the wall behind him, he had instead elected not to do that. It would have interrupted his posture, and that would have been a particularly bad idea when attempting to illustrate the correct manner of doing things to his students. He could be rather formal in these situations of course.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

The wrapping and the tapping on the durasteel floor, the snag and scrape marked the door 'scrn'. Stepping into view he'd begin to take shape a slender cylindrical mass of durasteel and the odd wire. A mask in the shape of the Jackals insignia could be seen, its hands crunching together into a fist with a metallic 'pop'.

"Greetings." his voice coarse like fragmented rock in hessian sack, moving and grinding against each other, somehow its complexity could raise veins and rattle bones, crawling under the skin like a Womp rat in the sand.​

 

[Venris Helion]

[member="Jaccer Ramirez"] [member="Torvas Vief"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

Venris only agreed to this because it had been Vassara who had given him his first gun, and he'd hadnt the heart to ask her for lessons in how to use the cumbersome and short reaching Thunder Gun. He had sucked up his courage after a few months. And decided to come to. Coruscant to find a trustworthy weapon supplier who also possessed a practice range.

He'd purchased a DL-44 heavy blaster pistol, an old but extremely reliable model that had been popular during the Galactic Civil War some centuries ago. Venris just needed a weapon that he could rely on in the basic firefight, not something to allow him to shoot the head off a womp rat from a thousand meters away.

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He'd also purchased a holster for the new blaster, which hung from his right thigh now, tightly secured as he strode into the firing range behind a more armoured being. Venris had forgone his usual robes/armour for this, not wishing to draw attention to an attire that could easily be associated with the Jedi. Instead he wore a basic pilot's attire with light armour fixed to it, something commonly worn by smugglers and freighter pilots for personal protection in case of boarding.

Taking his place at the end of one of the lanes, Venris unholstered his blaster and slowly raised it, using both hands to handle the weapon. It was clear that he had never handled a blaster before, telling from his stance alone. He was more used to a lightsaber, a knife, a sword...but he had decided that he would need to learn how to wield a blaster sooner or later, hence why he was there.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Cadan would pace behind Flannigan McNash, a Raven Gauss Rifle would hang by his side. He wore a long brown trench coat, which wrapped itself tightly around some armor. Under the jacket, as he walked, one would notice a DL-18 hanging off the right side of his waist. The words "Sunshine" could be seen inscribed on the side of the handle. One of the most prominant things about this Duro, was the scars and burns going along his right cheek and up the side of his head. "What's the plan Cap'n?" He'd whisper into Flannigan's hearing device.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Torvas Vief]

Unlike [member="Venris Helion"], Torvas was carrying an elegant sporting blaster that seemed to fit his noble lupine apperance. While it was perhaps from a lineage that was every bit as old as the DL-44 that Venris had carried, Torvas' Defender sporting blaster pistol was a weapon that was designed for a very different purpose. It had long been associated with target practice, the gunnery-based martial arts and Hapan honor duels.

It was a far cry from the rapid-ion gun that he used to employ when taking out perps in Cloud City.

Having holstered the aforementioned weapon, he soon came over to Venris and raised a brow, "Perhaps it would be beneficial to receive some instruction on this art." As he spoke, the Shistavanen started to adjust the other's stance, should have been so allowed. "Something like this." Of course, had he had the slightest negative feedback he would have immediately ceased, but for now it seemed like he was a competent instructor in the field.

He then slowly allowed his eyes to move over toward [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], wondering what the other individual was doing. "Are you here for a little target practice as well? At least, this is what I would assume."

Perhaps due to the fact that he was busy, [member="Cadan Tazi"] would have been instead greeted by a police droid who perhaps in spite of his mechanical body was quite familiar with weaponry in his own right. "I am Eight-Cee, in the service of Mister Torvas Vief. Is there something I could do to assist you in your training?"

These certainly weren't the usual clientele types that a place like this on Coruscant would have been getting on an average day that was for sure.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

As the droid approach him Cadan would look towards Flannigan then back to it. "No need to bother us little droid. We are here to speak with the owner of this establishment." He'd give a small nod to himself, as if hearing what he said and liking it.

[member="Torvas Vief"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

"I apologize, did your employer not tell you we were coming." his head would rotate on its core, giving [member="Cadan Tazi"] a look before settling back upon [member="Torvas Vief"]. "We are owed credit, you see things happen in this area." the pointed ends of his rounded finger's run havoc on the wall. "Terrible things happen, and 'protection' is a simple 10,000 credits away."

The expansion and deconstruction of his chest cavity with a long 'squeak', his form shifting up and towards the ceiling gaining height with standing fully erect, his hand unclasping together with an audible 'snap'. "[member="Thraxis"] come on in, there's more room in the shop."

| [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Torvas Vief"] | [member="Thraxis"] |​

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis would hear his call, walking into the building he would look around, "You sure this shop in need of protection? Ok then." he would say, looking at all the items in the room with a piercing gaze. "They got some fine things in here, no wonder there in need of protection." looking back at the captain, feigning a smile that only ended up looking like a twisted smile.

 

[Gigdragon]

Heavy footfalls impacting the ground outside the range announced his approach. After all, his TEA-5 armor was not at all built for stealth. A solid metallic thunk sounded on the flooring with each step, and each step brought him further in. His helmet turned to regard each of those currently gathered in the room for a short moment each, before it moved back into a forward facing position. Oni had only brought along some light gear this time, and as such had left his A280 and K-43 on his ship, as they'd be a bit much for this range.

He gave a heavy sigh, carried out of his suit by the inbound speakers before he drew his T-6 to aim down the range. He rather disliked using public firing ranges, but his current position made it the desirable alternative. He didn't seem to give the Jackals a second glance, nor any of the others in the range as he was just there to sort his own business. He had to keep his training up, and make sure his gun was calibrated correctly on a daily basis.

For now he fired a single shot. His form, practiced. Accuracy, on the dot.

 

[Venris Helion]

[member="Torvas Vief"]

Most men would have felt embarrassed, indignant, even angry at somebody just wandering up and correcting their posture, but Venris had learned how to swallow his pride many times when it came to allowing others to improve on his flaws. He let the alien adjust his stance and found himself in a more...comfortable pose for firing a blaster.

"Much appreciated," He said, rotating his head enough to glance at the being who he assumed was an instructor for customers, or perhaps was just being helpful. "I'm a little hopeless when it comes to using blasters, but I'm hoping to slowly change that as of today."

Suddenly several individuals began talking about 'protection' and 'fees'. Venris began to turn towards them only to recognize them as a group of pirates he had run afoul of not too long ago...a group that had hunted and imprisoned him and a temporary colleague of his at the time. Venris quickly turned his attention back to the firing range, praying that this crew didn't recognize him without his 'jedi attire'.

 

[Torvas Vief]

Eight-Cee, the police droid, did not move when addressed by [member="Cadan Tazi"]. "I apologize sir, however the owner of this establishment is not in at the moment." The droid then began to address [member="Flannigan Mcnash"], "As a police mechanical, tolerating illegal kickbacks is outside of my programming matrix. However, I am in the employ of Torvas Vief, who is currently an instructor here and if you have business with the owner and not my master then you will be able to collect your credits once he were to return."

Meanwhile, Torvas was focused on instructing [member="Venris Helion"], "No one is hopeless, though as with all skills it takes a great deal of work to master. Hard work is the only path to anything. The only shortcuts are those to hell." He narrowed his eyes and adjusted the other's arms again before his work was interrupted.

Well, at least it had appeared as though [member="Oni-Karat Sevas"] was at least going to be respectful, but the same could not be said of the others in the room. Turning toward the others, he snarled in a way that illustrated that his species was descended from wolves.

"Student!" He was of course referring to Venris, "It appears as though you are going to have to grow up much more quickly than I had hoped. You criminals will vacate the premises at once."

It looked as though his old skills were going to come back into play again. Unlike Eight-Cee he wasn't nearly as tolerant of the idea that the others were demanding anything, and he knew with a few commands his droid would have gladly fought alongside of him.

This was just like another day in Cloud City.

 

[Venris Helion]

[member="Torvas Vief"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

Venris gave a sigh and turned around again, facing the quickly devolving confrontation with an analytical gaze to weigh the risks represented by each of the thugs. No force sensitives if memory serve him correctly, just some tough muscle and thick skulls containing weak minds.

He walked towards the space between the crew of pirates and the patrons of the shop, securing his blaster in its thigh holster but keeping it ready to be drawn at a moment's notice.

"Fellas," He said with a pleasant smile. "Long time, no see, am I right? Up to the usual hijinx? I think you're working yourselves too hard..." One might notice a glint in Venris' eye at this point. "Afterall, only a fool or somebody who's not in their right state of mind would think to shake down a gun store filled with gun toting customers and employees who seem to outnumber you at the moment." He rested his hand on the handle of his blaster to emphasize the meaning of his words. "So why don't you go back to your ship, rest up, get a clear head and laugh off how unwise it was to consider this course of action."