It felt good to be back on the Rebel Dawn, after spending so much time away from the Rebellion proper. Getting back to the ship had been a small adventure in itself but not terribly difficult. Enfali just thanked the Force they hadn't packed up shop on Terminus, or Ord Pardron. Otherwise it might have been just a little more difficult finding away back to the ever moving Rebel flagship. As cramped as it was, it was certainly nice to have a safe place, with a bed that wasn't made out of sand and rock.
And to practice things.
Enfali stood in one of the cavernous hangars of the cruiser, rearranged to act as a training room. For this little exercise, targets popped up out of the floor, and she had to shoot certain ones, while leaving others alone. The scattergun buck against her arm, and boomed with each shot. At the range she was engaging the targets it was hard to miss, but that was rather the point. The intention was to ensure that you could make the snap judgment between hostile and friendly, not show off your mad sniping skills. Not that you could really snipe with a weapon like the Starbreaker in the first place.
Enfali was never one to really boast about her own skills, but she was pleased to note that thus far she hadn't accidentally shot the wrong targets. While the targets were practice, the ammo she was using was very much real. The sharnaff shot did a number on the wafer thin targets she was using. The rhythm she'd gotten herself into was calming in its own weird, thunderous way. But it eventually came to an end when she ran out of ammo. Looking around she saw that she was also out of any directly on hand as well.
Not that, that was a problem, the Dawn was well stocked with such things. Obviously the armory would have some, but then were was the question of going and getting more targets. Quickly she cleaned up the mess of shells, and destroyed targets she'd created, and head off for the armory. Getting more ammo was simple enough, though she had to introduce herself to the guards. It wasn't as if she'd spent every waking moment getting to know the crew of the Rebel Dawn, that had been Pearot's job if anything, and there had been some changes since the time she'd come aboard. The Rebellion was growing every day, heck even the pro-Empire anti-Sith faction of it had grown with the arrival of the Statera. A Star Destroyer just up and joining, with one of the heroes of the Empire aboard no less. That had to have hurt like a kick in the balls to the Sith.
Now the question was where to find more targets...
A scattergun loaded with sharnaff shot and flechette in hand, Enfali started poking into some of the different storage rooms on the ship she had access to. She searched one, two, three, four, five...and so many more as she made her way back towards the aft hangar. She found a lot of cleaning supplies, spare clothing, emergency rations, and the like. But no targets.
Opening the door to one of the storage rooms closer to the hangar she prepared herself for disappointment. The room was small, and filled with boxes. Peering inside one of the ones closer to the door, Enfali almost jumped for joy.
"Finally," She muttered, trying to pull the box fill with targets out of the small room. She succeeded, but in doing so cause an avalanche of boxes to spill out into the narrow corridor.
Looking at the mess she'd created she felt like beating her head against the bulkhead. How did that many things spill out anyway? There was all kind of stuff in the storage room apparently. More targets, some fire suppression equipment, and what looked like a black metal beach ball had spilled out of one of the crates...
And to practice things.
Enfali stood in one of the cavernous hangars of the cruiser, rearranged to act as a training room. For this little exercise, targets popped up out of the floor, and she had to shoot certain ones, while leaving others alone. The scattergun buck against her arm, and boomed with each shot. At the range she was engaging the targets it was hard to miss, but that was rather the point. The intention was to ensure that you could make the snap judgment between hostile and friendly, not show off your mad sniping skills. Not that you could really snipe with a weapon like the Starbreaker in the first place.
Enfali was never one to really boast about her own skills, but she was pleased to note that thus far she hadn't accidentally shot the wrong targets. While the targets were practice, the ammo she was using was very much real. The sharnaff shot did a number on the wafer thin targets she was using. The rhythm she'd gotten herself into was calming in its own weird, thunderous way. But it eventually came to an end when she ran out of ammo. Looking around she saw that she was also out of any directly on hand as well.
Not that, that was a problem, the Dawn was well stocked with such things. Obviously the armory would have some, but then were was the question of going and getting more targets. Quickly she cleaned up the mess of shells, and destroyed targets she'd created, and head off for the armory. Getting more ammo was simple enough, though she had to introduce herself to the guards. It wasn't as if she'd spent every waking moment getting to know the crew of the Rebel Dawn, that had been Pearot's job if anything, and there had been some changes since the time she'd come aboard. The Rebellion was growing every day, heck even the pro-Empire anti-Sith faction of it had grown with the arrival of the Statera. A Star Destroyer just up and joining, with one of the heroes of the Empire aboard no less. That had to have hurt like a kick in the balls to the Sith.
Now the question was where to find more targets...
A scattergun loaded with sharnaff shot and flechette in hand, Enfali started poking into some of the different storage rooms on the ship she had access to. She searched one, two, three, four, five...and so many more as she made her way back towards the aft hangar. She found a lot of cleaning supplies, spare clothing, emergency rations, and the like. But no targets.
Opening the door to one of the storage rooms closer to the hangar she prepared herself for disappointment. The room was small, and filled with boxes. Peering inside one of the ones closer to the door, Enfali almost jumped for joy.
"Finally," She muttered, trying to pull the box fill with targets out of the small room. She succeeded, but in doing so cause an avalanche of boxes to spill out into the narrow corridor.
Looking at the mess she'd created she felt like beating her head against the bulkhead. How did that many things spill out anyway? There was all kind of stuff in the storage room apparently. More targets, some fire suppression equipment, and what looked like a black metal beach ball had spilled out of one of the crates...
