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[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Coruscant, Undercity
Outfit: Casual
Equipment: Blaster Rifle
Tag: Open

"Insert the energy cell," Tarw muttered to himself.

The gun clicked as everything was pieced together. He held the gun in his arms and aimed down the scope to the target. His finger hovered over the trigger as Tarw breathed in deeply, before he curled his finger in and pulled the trigger. Nothing. Nothing happened. Blinking, Tarw looked at his gun and then inspected the target once again. It was clean and untouched. He hadn't fired at it at all. His gun wasn't working.

His head tilted, "but... the energy cell is charged and pushed in. The safety is off.......Ohhhhhh...." He flicked the safety off the gun and then re-aimed his gun at the target and fired at the target again. This time the gun recoiled hard and fired several shots. It was wild and much more difficult to control than he had remembered it being. "Damn it. Something is still off. What am I doing wrong?!" Tarw growled deeply to himself, he was trying to know the weapon inside and out. To be able to deconstruct and reconstruct the weapon perfectly as fast as he possibly could. He knew his Lightsaber perfectly, while he hadn't taken it apart in years, he still remembered every detail of it.

Why couldn't he do the same for his father's gun?

What was he missing? He checked over the gun again and went through the processes in his mind. Step by step, as his aunts had shown him. He noted that there was something wrong with the stock. It was too short. Could it extend? Tarw's hand gripped the stock and pulled it, extending the stock and locked it in place. Lifting the gun in his hands and resting the gun against his shoulder, it suddenly clicked into place. It felt more natural and the weight of the weapon more balanced. This had been the key missing part. Tarw held the weapon and shot several times at the target. It felt much better, while his shots weren't perfect, they were controlled and close together.

He was in control. He just needed to find someone to help him improve more.

 

[Zad Ruzed]

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Spoiler: Music OOC

-BLAM!-

The gun clicked, power pack locked in, hand on the handgrip, chamber ignited, twin bolt blasting into the distance. They slammed into the target, penetrating the skull, with expert precision. The gun’s wielder, the shooter, was cold, old, but he was raised in the shit and he trained for this, so it was to be expected.

-BLAM!-

Into the chest next. His RSKF-44 had two barrels galore and they made a difference. If the heart was to the right or the left? Sorry, buddy. Zad Ruzed whistled at his contraption. You dead. He paused just long enough to sigh out the cigarette smoke he wished existed at this moment, but he would save it for after the target practice. Do. Done. Did.

There was another in his presence, he noticed. Several shots in quicker succession than Zad’s weapon. A barrier separated the shooters, but the targets and what became of them were clearer.

“Good grouping,” the Ranger spoke over any commotion in whatever this establishment is. “You know what you’re doing.”

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[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Coruscant, Undercity
Outfit: Casual
Equipment: Blaster Rifle
Tag: Zad Ruzed

"A bad representative of Mandalorian training if I couldn't get a solid grouping." Tarw stated with a chuckle. He did not call himself a Mandalorian but he respected them enough to know that he had to honour their teachings and give a good representation of the skills one can achieve from being taught their ways.

Tarw looked over, "not too bad a shot yourself. Where did you train?" Tarw asked as he figured he might as well strike up a conversation and see what could happen. He put the rifle into safety and held it down, looking over to the other person at the shooting gallery. It seemed that he was using shotgun styled weapon. Tarw had some experience with them but it wasn't the style of weaponry that he found himself preferring. It was slow, inaccurate at times and needed reloading more often than Tarw liked.

He had been trained heavily with rifles and pistols since that was his father's preference and it was his aunts' as well. However, he did see the appeal of a blaster cannon that could be suppressive and firing a lot.

 

[Zad Ruzed]

That comment did make Zad grin. “Mandalorian trainin’, is it?” He had to admit, he didn’t have that kind of class in him, in a manner of speaking, but he was sure as chit a man who knew you didn’t have to be a badass Mandalorian to be a badass. He'd proven it.

“Where did I train?” He repeated the question with a sigh, half-hoping there was smoke in his breath, but no cigarette ‘tween his teeth at the moment. Only memories. Bittersweet. “On the streets.” He lowered his blaster, gaze trained at the target dead ahead, like it was someone else all over again. “And in the police academy.”

Finally, Zad Ruzed turned his head, trained his gaze on his target practice companion. “Ended my trainin’ in the service of the Sector Rangers.” He lifted one side of his black leather jacket aside to show that black gold green white badge. “Representin’.” He grinned.

“Though, tell ya the truth…” Trailing off, the Ranger raised his big iron to his gaze. It had taken a number of lives over the years. Saved them too, in this old man’s opinion. “The lessons never end in this business.” He sighed, this time as if it was the wind of the galaxy between his teeth. “Do. Done. Did.”

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[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Coruscant, Undercity
Outfit: Casual
Equipment: Blaster Rifle
Tag: Zad Ruzed

Nodding his head, a Sector Ranger was interesting. Tarw hadn't met one himself and he wasn't sure what they were like. He figured their job was to keep law and order in the Galactic Alliance but it was not a path that he had even considered himself. It seemed not necessarily beneath him, but a waste of opportunity since he was driven to fight and save others. Rangers that kept the peace were needed but they were rarely deep in the fight. At least that had always been his assumption. "Well, seems that they trained you well." Tarw complimented as he noted the skill that had been demonstrated.

"Makes sense. You can never have too much experience." Tarw stated, even those with decades of training and experience in the field were learning more. Learning how to survive each fight. How their enemies attempt to counter them and how to adapt. Life was a constant battle for survival and those who could adapt lasted the longest.

"What brought you to the range today then?" Tarw asked as he started to dismantle his weapon again. Making sure he knew it inside and out.

 

[Zad Ruzed]

“Damn straight.” Zad Ruzed liked to think his years before and after he became a Sector Ranger earned him enough experience to deal justice by the cuff or the blaster. Just that, sometimes, the line between crime and crime-fighting was blurry; sometimes because he blurred it intentionally.

As the other man began to dismantle his weapon, Zad watched him, impressed by the movements; the finesse, the manner, the familiarity. “Whatever brings a Ranger to a range?” He smiled, standing with his gun in his hand, feeling no need to dismantle it at the moment, but appreciating the weight in his grip. Just something about it. “To train.”

Whatever his range partner might reply to that, Zad didn’t much wait after he answered. “You move like doing that was intended for you to make it a habit, a practice, as much as the streets taught me to not go so easy on my enemies. They didn’t really teach either in my police academy.” He squinted, feeling the moment, the memory. “Military?”

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[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Coruscant, Undercity
Outfit: Casual
Equipment: Blaster Rifle
Tag: Zad Ruzed

Tarw nodded his head, it seemed that Zad was proud of his training and those that he worked with. It was respectable and something to admire, Tarw knew he hoped to find that level of passion and pride when he finally found himself in the squad that his father led. He was still needing to train and push his skills to the max but he felt sure that one day he would reach that squad and be proud of what he achieved and feel that his father would be proud of him too.

"Fair, I was wondering if there was anything in particular you were training for or looking to improve?" Tarw added, curious if others liked to train multiple weapons and develop talents and proficiencies in all types of weapons, at least to some degree. There were a couple he had in mind that he wanted to master, that he wanted to be the very best with.

Looking over, "well, being able to deconstruct and reconstruct your blaster from scratch connects you intimately with the weapon. Lets you know every part of it. When there is a small issue, you know exactly where it is and what is the problem. When someone tampers with it, you know from just the feel of the weapon in your hands." Tarw mentioned, "being connected to it not too dissimilar to how a Jedi is bonded with their Lightsaber, I suppose." Tarw knew how it felt to be connection to one and they weren't too different from one another to him.

"Military." Tarw confirmed.

 

[Zad Ruzed]

It wasn’t often that a man and another man could talk like this in his experience, face each other with dignity in this crazy galaxy, as strangers as much as men. There they were, together in this training range, already with an underlying understanding of one another as much as blasters, but it went deeper for him.

Maybe these were just the musings of an old man who always felt older than he was. Mayhap he wasn’t much good of a poet if ever he was a good Ranger. Perhaps it didn’t matter in the end when it came to chaos and mayhem. Do. Done. Did.

Though, as he stood tall, he was enthralled by his counterpart’s words. Truthfully, Zad Ruzed was a man who knew how to take apart his blaster and put it back together too. He didn’t need to in this instant. What he did need to do was dissect this soldier’s words, for his was a poem that took the words right out of this Ranger’s mouth. Shit. I really do need a drink after this.

“That’s some way to put it, mister,” Zad gave nothing away on his face, and in truth his tone wasn’t spoken with much admiration, but the other man would probably detect the semblance of appreciation in his presence.

Sometimes it wasn’t about what you said, how you said it, what your expression was, but just what you sensed. Maybe these two guys were like Jedi in that moment, then, even though the Ranger wasn’t Force-sensitive.

“Meh…” Zad sighed, looked back at the targets in the range, debating whether to light a cigarette and take a break from thinking. “I like my big iron.” He twirled it, finger in the trigger guard, unfocused, not showing off, just spinning. “Gotta keep familiar with it, give it attention, like a girlfriend, I reckon.” He didn’t grin. But he meant it. “Just shootin’. That much is improvin’.”

Maybe this man had already noticed it on the Ranger’s badge but he introduced himself anyway the next moment. “Zad. Zad Ruzed.”

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[Tarw Rhyfelwr]

Location: Coruscant, Undercity
Outfit: Casual
Equipment: Blaster Rifle
Tag: Zad Ruzed

Nods his head, "it is what my Mandalorian aunts described it." While many saw the Mandalorians are warmongering or bloodthirsty and obsessed with combat. Tarw knew that was only a side of them, there was a love for weapons, an appreciation for the finer elements of combat and the truth that only the strong could move people forward. It was a mindset that he agreed with, seeing the strong lifting others up and supporting those who are not as capable. Tarw noticed the gun that Zad twirled around and smirked to him.

"That's good to see." It was clear the care and attention the Ranger gave to his weapon. "I am impressed with the gun, I haven't found a weapon of my own that is connected to me." There was his father's rifle but it was his father's not his and his Lightsaber was not something he thought about using, it was broken into parts and stored safely.

He needed to find a weapon that was his own. Something that he needed to feel connected to as if it was merely an extension of himself. "Can never be too practiced in shooting and accuracy, huh?" He chuckled deeply and nodded his head, impressed that the guy was still trying to keep his skills sharp.

"Tarw. Tarw Rhyfelwr." Extending his hand out.

 

[Zad Ruzed]

That this man had Mandalorian relations was no surprise as much as it might be. Maybe that was just meant in the sense that Zad Ruzed had met his fair share of Mandalorians who didn’t sport the helmet at every moment. You could be affiliated, related in one way or the other, without having the full proper garments. Heck, it was creed and not species in the end. The Ranger could relate in his own way.

Though the comment on not finding a weapon that wasn’t connected to him was a bit of a surprise. This guy pulled his weapon apart and put it back together again with more than finesse. Then again…was there passion behind it? Perhaps that comment on a girlfriend wasn’t for nothin’. Might be the rough and tumble Ranger was onto something with it. Maybe it made no difference.

Names exchanged a moment later, for not every word within dialogue required a response. Sometimes it was just enough to keep the speech in the thoughts. Zad had reflected on this and that. Then came the outstretched hand.

“Tarw Rhyfelwr.” He repeated, waited a moment, not out of impoliteness, it wasn’t hesitation, he just wanted to gaze into the face of his acquaintance, take in the measure of the man. They were of one caliber, in a sense. Then Zad’s right hand took Tarw’s. It was a solid grip, not some soft nonsense, and if his contemporary truly was military then he would know it and show it.

“Here’s the secret, soldier,” the Ranger offered with that grin of his. “Use it. Not saying you don’t or didn’t, I’m sure you do, but whatever the weapon is, use it in all the right moments. Offense. Defense. Protect your girlfriend. Save some civilians. Settle a drunken dispute from punks comin’ at you. Squeeze the trigger for a skull or resolve the conflict without pluggin’ a bolt.” Zad sighed. An old man’s sigh. “Whatever it is, you take that baby with you, mister, and you’ll feel connected with her.” All the while, Zad had not released the handshake until the next second after his speech ended.

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