Private Sureshot

[Rissk]

ANCHORHEAD, TATOOINE
SHOOTING RANGE, EDGE OF TOWN
- Todblaz Graker -
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Anyone else would be frustrated, missing as much as Rissk did.

Looking at his spread on the rented bullseye he'd acquired from the guild rep was... a little embarrassing, yes. The rookie hunter propped his blaster on his shoulder, lips pursed in thought. He never even got close to the center of the target, a mere twenty feet away. But despite that, he found a smile.

"Hey, improvement." He kneeled a moment, letting his claws run along the form of a small bird-like creature, the size of a small dog. "Hit the target almost every time, that time. Pretty soon, I won't ever miss again. Whaddaya think of that?" Bird purred, enjoying the attention, before curling up around Rissk's feet, stretching out his wings.

Rissk was a poor bounty hunter, that much he knew. He was awful at closing in on targets, needed his broker to hold his hand through the processes and paperwork of the hunt, and most of his successes were due to the teams he'd found himself with. Oftentimes, he even felt like a liability, considering how terrible of a shot he was. He survived so far by using smoke grenades and shotguns, but he knew his unsteady aim would get him killed one day.

So he practiced on the open-air range at the edge of town, away from curious eyes. And he didn't grieve his poor aim. Instead, he tried to look at the positive. He knew he was bad, but he was getting better. And that was worth celebrating.

He just wished he'd get better a little faster.

 

[Todblaz Graker]

Outfit | Ranger Armor
Tag | Rissk

Tod stood at the open-air range, carefully adjusting his rifle's sight. The last job had left it banged up after some alien punched it, forcing him to replace the tangent sight. With a sigh, he set the weapon down, hoping his fix would hold up. It wasn't perfect, he lacked the proper a boresight for a professional adjustment, but it should be fine for now.

Glancing to his side, he noticed a Trandoshan firing a blaster with poor form. Tod almost chuckled at the sight but restrained himself. He stood, unclasping the bottom of his mask, and called out, "Your stance is all wrong."

Picking his rifle up, Tod approached the Trandoshan. "Lean your shoulder more into it," he instructed, gesturing to the blaster. "And remember, exhale slowly as you pull the trigger. Your breathing will affect your aim more than you think."

He stepped behind the shooter, nodding toward the target. "Well?"

 

[Rissk]

Once he was finally ready to continue, Rissk raised his weapon again, closing an eye, and letting his tongue flick through his sharp teeth in concentration. Looking down sights was tricky. He didn't know how others seemed to get the hang of it so quickly...

"Your stance is all wrong."

The Trandoshan's shoulders jerked in surprise, accidentally depressing the trigger, and making the shot go extremely wide. Then, he cleared his throat, trying to recover from the embarrassment.

He swore he heard Bird cackle at him.

"Well, joke's on you," he said, curling a grin. "That is... by design. To lull my opponents into a false sense of security. Yeah." All the same, he put a little more of his weight into his weapon. And he tried his best to sync his breathing with it. Breathe in, aim. Breathe out-

Bam! He hit the target. Sure, he barely clipped the outer ring...

He sighed. "Buuut... theoretically, if I were trying to improve my stance... what would that look like?"

- Todblaz Graker -

 

[Todblaz Graker]

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Outfit | Ranger Armor
Tag | Rissk

"The false sense of security you're giving them seems to not be so false," Tod remarked, eyeing the outer ring of the target that had just been clipped. "God forbid they're moving."

When asked to demonstrate, Tod clipped the bottom of his mask and stepped forward with his rifle. He paused for a moment, letting the Trandoshan observe his stance before squeezing the trigger. The shot hit off-center, landing slightly to the right. "Ah, so it's leaning right," he muttered, adjusting the sight a few clicks.

Chambering another round, he fired again, this time hitting the edge of the inner circle.

"I prefer angling my shoulder toward the target, makes for a smaller profile," Tod explained as he lowered his rifle. "But if you prefer to square up, that's fine too. Just make sure your dominant shoulder doesn't drift."

 

[Rissk]

"At least if they're moving," Rissk began, curling a self-deprecating smile, "they might accidentally run into my bolts."

The young Trandoshan stepped aside, burning eyes watching carefully as the mystery gunslinger lined up a shot. He studied every tiny movement, trying his best to commit them to memory. The man commented on his askew aim, but Rissk was quick to placate. "Seems pretty good to me," he noted. It was better than anything he'd shot that day.

"I prefer angling my shoulder toward the target, makes for a smaller profile. But if you prefer to square up, that's fine too. Just make sure your dominant shoulder doesn't drift."

"You think that much whenever you shoot?" Pursing his lip, the hunter angled his body a little to the side, taking his sweet time in adjusting his footwork, his grip, the tension in his shoulders. "I've been in a few fights, now, and my mind goes... kinda blank, honestly. Haven't really thought about angles, before."

"I'm Rissk, the worst bounty hunter in the galaxy." He smirked, jerking his head towards his pet. "And that's Bird."

"You get in many real scraps, mysterious stranger?"

- Todblaz Graker -

 

[Todblaz Graker]

Outfit | Ranger Armor
Tag | Rissk
OOC Note: Hey! Sorry these are taking so long to get out, we have exams next week so I'll be slow until that's over.

"After you've fought enough, everything becomes instinct," Tod said, adjusting his rifle to a more comfortable hold as he studied the target. "Angles matter, they can give you sight of your enemy before they even know you're there."

His attention shifted briefly to the bird nearby, staring at it for a moment. Odd little thing, he thought, but in a galaxy as vast as theirs, it wasn't too surprising that someone might keep such a creature around.

"I'd say you're right," he added, stepping behind the Trandoshan. "Seems to be an occupational hazard for people like us. You have any?"

He gave his new acquaintance a moment to respond before motioning toward the targets, a smirk on his face. "Let's see if those lizard eyes can put what they've learned into action."

 

[Rissk]

"Instinct." Rissk pondered what the gunslinger meant. Instinct was almost a holy word to a Trandoshan. It was how they were meant to live their lives, according to the Goddess. "Sure, yeah." He felt like he understood.

Finally happy that he'd copied the man's stance, the bounty hunter stared down the sights, squinting his eyes. "A few. I ain't been doing this long, but... I've got some ssstories, already. Was in a speeder chase with a Jedi a while back. That was fun." It sounded ridiculous. Which was why he'd left out the most outlandish, unbelievable detail; who the Jedi was.

"Let's see if those lizard eyes can put what they've learned into action."

The Trandoshan smiled, that predatory, dangerous smile. "Now, now, stranger. I don't go around calling you guys apesss." He chuckled. "Though that is what you all look like."

He took a breath. Checked his sights one last time. Then exhaled.

Bam!

The shot plugged into the third ring, far closer to the center than anything Rissk had been able to achieve thus far.

The young hunter continued to squint at the target, a smirk growing. "How was that? Better, right?"

- Todblaz Graker -