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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]

Current Outfit

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.”

Tarw Rhyfelwr