Caligula
SWRP Writer
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Planet Velmor. A resource rich planet that prospered in all areas of business and wealth. It was also Lisa’s current home and her place to retreat to and gather her thoughts whenever she was stressed or returning from a mission. Her favorite place to go to was a relatively famous shooting range known as the Star Shot Alley. The range was owned by a close friend of Lisa’s, a Velmoc businessman named Jobidabi. The old Velmoc was one of her father’s business partners and was Lisa’s host whenever she stayed on the planet. His trade was in agriculture, but he was well versed in other fields as well, such as literature and he had an extensive knowledge of architecture. He built the Star Shot Alley from his own designs, with some welcome recommendations by Lisa.
Lisa had just returned from a rather boring expedition and was eager to get back to the Alley. Shortly after touching down she made her way to the range. She was dressed in casual attire and carried her rifle in a duffle bag. She was wearing a pair of tan work pants with a Bantha leather belt and a white undershirt under a red, plaid button up shirt. She had her tough work boots on and her fingerless black gloves. Resting on her head was her mother’s black cap and her right eye was covered by her Bantha leather eyepatch. There wasn’t a dress code for the Star Shot Alley but there was a safety measure where new members would have to have their guns registered and checked for security purposes and as a census for members.
The property covered several hundred acres of land and was split into several specialized areas for every type of shooter in the galaxy. The entrance was freshly painted Durasteel with a red neon sign that glowed proudly against the white wall. Lisa signed happily before entering the familiar establishment. The main lobby was a lounge where shooters could rest and talk amongst each other while also enjoying some concessions. There was a bar against the wall with several brands of drinks on the shelves; there was, however, a limit to how many drinks were allowed to be consumed if one wanted to shoot. Drunks aren’t the best people to give firearms to…
Behind the bar was a Twi’lek in the standard uniform: a black pair of slacks, a white shirt, and a black vest. He nodded his head in Lisa’s direction when she entered and she waved back. She walked through the lobby towards the next room, the rental area. Some folks weren’t familiar with guns and wanted to learn, so there was a special training range where one could rent guns from the armory. The rental and training area was managed by a tall Gungan wearing the uniform. He was helping someone get situated with a standard blaster pistol when Lisa entered. The Gungan nodded in greeting. “Hey, is Jobidabi in today?” She asked. The Gungan nodded. “Hesa went out to run some errands, but hesa will be back soon.” Lisa nodded and walked through the rental area to the first range. A map was set up to direct any new shooters to the area they preferred.
From where she stood, there were three options.
The first area was an indoor range that had a maximum range of 150 meters and several rows for at most 25 shooters at once. Only pistols and submachine guns were allowed on these ranges. This area was mostly inhabited by people learning to shoot.
The second area was the outdoor range. This took up most of the property and therefore could accommodate up to 100 participants if all the areas were in use. This outdoor area had several subzones within the initial border. These subzones were: a massive shooting range for 50 participants that had a maximum range of 2,500 meters, a fenced off area of forest terrain for “hunting style” target practice where only certain firearms were allowed, and a massive tower that went as high as 9 stories and had a range of up to 1,500 meters. There was no gun limitation, but rifles and shotguns were recommended.
The third area was an area known as the Exotic Range. The Exotic Range was an indoor area where trick shots were encouraged and certain specialized environments were provided for those who asked. This range had a maximum distance of only 1,000 meters. The Exotic Range was also known as the V.I.P club, as only a select group of gunmen were allowed there. Lisa was one of these sharpshooters and she would visit occasionally to test her skills with gun types other than her Sniper. But not today.
She sighed happily as she made her way to the outdoor area, her rifle slung over her shoulder. She found an open space on the 2,500 meter range and set up her rifle, complete with bipod and a padded rifle butt to reduce recoil force. The range was rather empty today, with only a few people on the range already. She shrugged and ignored it before laying down on her chest and putting her eye to the rifle scope. She had shifted the eyepatch from her right eye to her left eye, revealing her crimson Sniper’s Eye. She looked down range and prepared her shot; a motionless target at 1,000 meters. She had taken similar shots before and she knew she could hit the target, but she always made a habit to work her way up to the more difficult shots by starting at the basics. The target popped up from the ground and stood there, waiting for Lisa to take her shot. She inhaled, took aim, and exhaled at the same time she pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through the air with deadly accuracy as it put a massive hole in the target’s center, the perfect shot. She smiled as a digital copy of her target appeared near her station to show where she hit. Several stats appeared along with the image, including accuracy percentage, wind speed and direction at the time of impact, the bullet’s flight time, etc. Lisa smiled and prepared another target, this time at 1,500 meters.
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