Shooting Contest

[Lancer Damar]

The gallery was a simple setup, something that he had done on countless worlds and less reputable spots of the galaxy for quick, extra cash. What the people who didn't know about the gallery, is that they were facing one of the best shots in the galaxy. One of the, because he had been beaten a few times, fair and square. He was quick as lightning on the draw, and with four six-shooters to back his claim up, not a lot of people who asked him for a duel usually got the chance to claim that they beat him. Not that he did that often.

He sat in a chair, beside a sign that read 'TEST YOUR SKILL, WIN 500 CREDITS IF YOU CAN BEAT ME'. Chances are, that anyone outshooting a guy who literally did it for a living were slim. He sat in a chair, his hat and his shawl covering his upper chest. His hands were on his knees, but his posture was so relaxed that many assumed that he was a scammer. When in fact, he was a man of his word. He was also partially interested if someone could actually outshoot him, and if they could, he would either remember them for a later day, or shoot them to keep on top. He smiled, for literally half of a second. He wouldn't do that, no. Jokes all aside, he was waiting for someone to come and challenge him. Or, maybe he could teach them. Either way, anything to alleviate his boredom.

 

[Will Venza]

Walking down the street in my armor I was taking a day off. But I like to stay in my armor as showing my face might reveal that I was one of the Rebels. Going against everyone. Smiling as a brown torn up cloak was wrapped around me. On my hip were two blaster pistols that I had grown fond of. They helped me in fights against force users before Even then, I knew that they were reliable. I sighed as the foot falls of my boots made a rhythmic tone that could only be made in one way.

Still I was bored out of my mind. Even if it were my da o- I looked to see a sign about testing my skill against the man that stood next to it. Smiling I could tell that the man was a gun runner. Someone who could draw faster than just about everybody else. A guy who would shoot you and take names. I walked over and tapped his sign. "Mind if I try?"
@Lancer Damar

 

[Lancer Damar]

Lancer slowly stood up, and walked over to the range. He placed his six-shooter on the table, and pointed downrange. He went straight to business, as most men should. He placed his foot on a pedal, which controlled six skeet targets that would fly up."Hit them all before they hit the ground."He said, staring at the man from beneath his hat. He tipped his hat up, and picked up his six shooter, waiting for the man to go first."If it's a draw, we'll go to a second round."He said in a melancholy and monotone voice, showing a sense of mild disinterest.

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[Will Venza]

I smiled as the man pointed down range. Taking out my pistol I set it on the table as he did. He could clearly see that it was a blaster, but it would still preform the job all the same. If he wanted me to use the six shooter then I would, I could care less about what gun it was, Nodding my head as he said it simply, to shoot all of them before they fell. "Ready when ever you are with that there foot of yours."
@Lancer Damar

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden stepped from the shadows, "500? I'll up the ante. 2,000 credits if you can best me." He said, his own Durasteel compound bow at his side, a quiver of arrows held against the opposite hip. Drawing swiftly, Zaiden lined a shot skywards. When he loosed the arrow, he quickly notched another and waited a moment...loosing the other, Zaiden stepped back.

The exact place his left foot had resided now held an arrow, the first one shot. Soon enough, a soft whistle recognized the descent of the latter. Then a soft tap, and the arrow had imbedded itself mid length along the previous shaft.

"I'm somewhat renowned for my skills. If you best me, it will be an automatic 2 g's. But, if you decide to maybe up the ante further I am willing to match"