Faction Range Day [GA | SIA]

[Ventra Flavius]

Location: Fondor
Objective: Get Some Practice in​

It was interesting to see how everyone interacted with each other. Ventra hadn't focused much on the social aspect of the SIA. How some people might have a quick fuse or some might be the whole strong silent type. It was not something that would have came up on her radar normally anyway. Her focus was on the Alliance and preserving it. Not on paying attention to other people's feelings. She had no reason to pay attention to her allies, when it's her foes that her gaze should be on...

Which is why it was so surprising to have someone walk up to her. Catching the Cyborg by surprise as she blinked, turning her attention over towards Dean Walker . He was...offering her help? That was a surprise. Not that she was being offered help, but more how...polite it was. Dean seemed polite enough. Though perhaps this was some kind of amusement towards him...

"...You are right. Ventra is looking for perfection. Even a single miss off target is not good enough."

She nodded at that. It was the truth. For her, perfection was the goal. Amazing work or fantastic work was not enough for her. To protect what you loved, you had to be the best.

 

[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Fondor
Outfit: Casual
Equipment: Rotary Blaster Cannon, Blaster pistol, Blaster rifle
Tag: Nos Voros

"I feel like we are going to have a lot more questionable interactions and things going to kriff." Tarw mentioned, "war is never going to be easy." Tarw knew that things were unlikely to get easier when things were going to move forward. Events like Hapan could be more common, especially with people fed up of facing near death and the seemingly never ending war that comes with facing the Sith.

Shaking his head, "I swore that they would be safe under my command. I was meant to be the warrior charging in first, taking all the attacks and harm so that no one else had to risk getting harmed. I failed that. I broke my promise." Tarw stated, he held up the rifle and began to inspect it. "I appreciate the support though Nos, it means a lot and I will try to not be as hard..." He was unsure that he could fight the guilt and fury that he felt towards himself over failing to protect Gundar and maintain the vow he took to keep his team safe.

"Look, you don't have to hang around me. I don't want to bring your mood down and sure you wish to catch up with some others." Tarw mentioned, not wanting to force Nos to be hanging around him. Especially at the expense of Nos's good mood.

 

[Nos Voros]

Objective: Support a friend
Outfit: Senate Commando Armor [X]
Full Kit Deployment:

Spoiler: Full Kit

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• 2 X Vibroblade-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• Combat Scattergun-Model 01
• 3 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 3 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01

* GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor

• Combat Blaster Rifle-Model 01 with Tactical Accessories Series and Underbarrel Grenade Launcher-Model 01 (20 X Launchable Grenade Series)
• 4x blaster cartridges
• 2x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks
• 3x bland survival bars
• 128oz Canteen of water.

"Look, you don't have to hang around me. I don't want to bring your mood down and sure you wish to catch up with some others."

"We gotta look out for each other - civvies can try to help but they just haven't been out in it. Don't worry about my mood, an old blaster shot to the noggin killed all the good vibes processing a Zeltron should have."
Nos could respect Tarw's wish for solitude, however, even if the emotions he picked up on were more of guilt.

"Listen, if you, Peek and Ward need some R&R, I was planning to take Rubrus down to a cantina nearby - I'm still a stranger to my squad and figure some icebreakers in a less formal environment might help. You and your folks are more than welcome to join," Nos offered - it was the least he could do, whether or not any of Tarw's crew could make it, being invited was still a gesture of solidarity.

"Hang in there, soldier, I've got scores to grade anyway. Hit me up if you ever want to talk. About anything, doesn't have to be war stories." Nos parted with Tarw with a slap on the back, not a particularly soft one either.

Only fair, the boy tackled like a pro in the snowball fight, Nos hoped the competitive tease carried thought the empathic telepathy enough to see that it was well meaning as he leaned against the far wall and returned to observing the form and results of both his squad and the myriad others nearby.

Dean Walker seemed to be helping another agent - and by the way Ventra Flavius responded one would think Dean had the pheromone output regulatory issues. Nos laughed silently to himself. This wasn't the first - or fifth time Dean had that effect on others.

Loverboy Nos teased quietly when Dean next passed with a snide grin.

Tarw Rhyfelwr | Dean Walker | OPEN​

 

[Dean Walker]

Dean caught the slight blink of surprise, the way Ventra seemed momentarily thrown off by his approach. Not many people expected kindness in a place like this. He let the moment pass without comment, though, simply nodding at her response.

Perfection.

He understood that drive — the need to never be just good enough. But perfection was a hard thing to chase, and sometimes, the pursuit of it made people overthink the basics.

"Alright," he said smoothly, shifting his stance slightly beside her. "Show me."

He motioned toward the target, his tone easy but focused. "Take your stance, go through the motions like you normally would." His sharp gaze settled on her, watching closely. "I just wanna see where you're starting before I try to fix what doesn't need fixing."

It was the way he always approached things — no assumptions, no immediate corrections. Just watch, listen, and then step in.

His arms folded loosely, waiting. "Whenever you're ready."

Ventra Flavius
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[Ventra Flavius]

Location: Fondor
Objective: Get Some Practice in​

"Ventra was made ready."

The woman replied cooly as she stepped back up towards the range, checking over the blaster she was using. Ventra knew the weapon wasn't the issue. Even from using it once, she knew it was an accurate weapon. It wasn't her breathing either. Her breathing and heart rate were steady. Perhaps something was wrong with her eyes?

Stop it. Overthinking. Do the same as well. Aim. Acquire Centre Mass. Breathe in. Hold for five seconds. Exhale. Fire. Fire. Raise to head. Fire. Repeat.

Simple enough. Ventra took the battle rifle again and focused. She didn't need to perfect this weapon. It wasn't something she'd regularly have to use. No. She just wanted to perfect her skills. That's what she had to be. Perfect. Academically, that was easy enough. But the physical aspect of it was far more difficult as she raised the rifle. Breathe. Hold. Fire. Going over the same results as earlier...and once again, having similar results. The larger target, center of mass was perfect accuracy. But the headshots still had a few misses. It was like she was expecting the target to move when she shot it. Ventra just sighed to herself, as she turned her attention to Dean Walker

 

[Zanesa Losar]

It was amazing what a little backup could do for someone's shooting skills. Zanesa had been about two more bad rounds away from calling it quits for the day and here she was actually landing her shots. Was she being cocky? Perhaps, but after the morning she had she wanted to revel in that feeling just a little but. Of course cocky wasn't the same as foolish, it was clear this senior agent was a font of good advice and she intended to soak up as much of it as she could.

"Vary up my training, got it." His advice made sense, agency sidearms were nice but in the field anything could happen, versatility was an important skill for a field agent. Although, the sense she got off him he was just as invested in seeing her succeed in the field as she was, maybe more so. She'd almost call it sweet if she didn't have a painful sense of why he might be so interested in seeing her improve her self defense skills. Thankfully he was quick to move on and give her something more practical to focus on, practicing her quickdraw.

"Safety on, five second draw time." A lot of people would have balked at how blunt her instructor was about the odds of dying, but Zanesa didn't mind. she wasn't naive about what could happen on assignment. Besides, she thrived under pressure.

She tucked her blaster into her shoulder holster (like Hell she was sticking a weapon down her pants) and began practicing her draws. As she went through the motions, stance, draw, aim, return, she let her mind wander to what was happening behind her. Deson had been tense to say the least when he left her to her training and it didn't take a genius to see he was walking back toward that Chiss woman. Maybe if she tuned in just right she could hear-

"Seven seconds. You're dead. Keep trying, Agent Losar!"

"...that was six seconds at most..." She grumbled under her breath.

Deson Sanei Amelia Hawthorne Dean Walker Ventra Flavius

 

[Torn Eskol]

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SIA SPECDIV
AGENT ESKOL

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And as quickly as Hammer was there, qualifying, he stopped, looked, observed, thought for a moment-

Then, when everyone wasn't looking, quietly walked out. But to the casual observer, perhaps even the unaware, it would seem that he disappeared. There was only one glance exchanged, directly towards Amelia Hawthorne . Perhaps they knew each other. Perhaps Hawthorne knew who Hammer really was. Perhaps Hammer even worked with her a time or two.

Perhaps he was just looking at her.

But even still, the Assassin passed by her on his way out, but didn't stop to chat, say hello, or even do anything besides slightly move his head in her direction. Which, to those familiar with his personality-

That was about as friendly and respectful as one would get.

 

[Amelia Hawthorne]

Location: Fondor, Alliance Training Facility (Blaster Range)
Tags: Zanesa Losar | Deson Sanei
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The Chiss remained silent as she simply observed how Deson instructed Zanessa. Her expression remained neutral, giving away nothing of what she was thinking. Hawthorne only shifted her gaze when Torn Eskol arrived and moved.

She couldn’t help but feel some degree of amusement at the man’s ‘name’, the Hammer. It was an ironic alias given assassins tended value subtle and not, well being a blunt weapon.

But people like Agent Eskol were needed when at war.

Her eyes focused back on Deson as she saw him approach, eyes bearing the bitter emotion he was feeling inside. Hawthorne didn’t react, didn’t even physically budge as he walked over to her. Just orange eyes staring right at him.

She only spoke once the man had said his piece. “And yet, you vocalised your intent to disobey an order, to jump into another operation, despite only just returning from one that failed.”

“Let me guess, you were thinking about the number of enemies the Alliance is presently facing, and felt like you couldn’t sit around because of that fact? Even had the stray thought of potentially giving the ol’ middle finger, and going rogue. Sounds about right?” She continued, an eyebrow raised as she crossed her arms.

“Your frustration is understandable, especially after so many months of undercover work. But you’re not a machine, Agent Sanei. You’re a cog in a larger machine, yes. But one that has to stop every now and then. You’re one person, others will pick up the slack while you recover. And before you refute needing a break, you do. It might not be the next Op, or the one after that. But if you don’t give yourself the needed time to disconnect, you will end up failing much harder than now.”

Over the course of its history, the SIA had lost one too many fantastic agents to that kind of poisonous mindset.

She caught sight of Eskol as he made his way to leave, catching his glance as he moved. Nothing was said, and Hawthorne’s focus was back on Deson.

Though it wasn’t lost on her, the extra level of irony having had the two of them in the same room.

 

[Darro Carden]

Darro holstered his blaster with a satisfied grin, the thrill of his successful shots still coursing through his veins. As he turned to leave the shooting stall, he caught sight of a young woman being trained by an older agent nearby. The older agent's guidance was evident in the precision of the woman's movements, her focus unwavering as she aimed and fired.

As he glanced to the side, he noticed a beautiful Chiss standing nearby, observing the training session with a keen eye. Darro leaned against a nearby wall, his gaze fixed on the training session unfolding before him, but every few seconds, he kept glancing between the Balosar and the Chiss as he analyzed the situation.

Zanesa Losar Amelia Hawthorne Deson Sanei