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Simply holding the blaster in her hands relaxed Zara. Raising it in the air and lining up her shot eased her mind even more. Shooting felt natural to her. It made sense.
She’d spent the last hour watching, waiting for the firing range to be emptied, and now stood there in the shadows, dressed in loose gray pants tucked into her boots and a sleeveless black top. Perhaps if she were there to train, she would have stalked in during its busiest time, set her training level high, and attempt every trick shot she knew. However, at that moment all she wanted was time to think.
It’d been almost a standard year since she joined the Protectors and several months since she became a fully-fledged Cabur. During that time, she’d fought battles, completed missions, and almost died more than once. Every day, it seemed, changed her a little bit. As if her experiences were chipping away the old her, leaving something stronger. A gentle smile flashed briefly across her face, but something continued to tug at her mind. She thought of her brother and mother and of her old life in general. What would her old friends think of her now? Her enemies, her brother? Was this what Leo would have wanted for her?
The short buzz and crackle of blaster fired sounded peaceful to the young woman. It made her think of safety and power. After decimating a few stationary targets, Zara raised the training level and began to lazily take out slow moving target droids as they jerked their way towards her. She allowed one to make it all the way towards her, but before it could attempt to shock her, she incapacitated it with the stock of her pistol. Normally, she didn’t like an opponent getting so close. She had to get over that.
She’d spent the last hour watching, waiting for the firing range to be emptied, and now stood there in the shadows, dressed in loose gray pants tucked into her boots and a sleeveless black top. Perhaps if she were there to train, she would have stalked in during its busiest time, set her training level high, and attempt every trick shot she knew. However, at that moment all she wanted was time to think.
It’d been almost a standard year since she joined the Protectors and several months since she became a fully-fledged Cabur. During that time, she’d fought battles, completed missions, and almost died more than once. Every day, it seemed, changed her a little bit. As if her experiences were chipping away the old her, leaving something stronger. A gentle smile flashed briefly across her face, but something continued to tug at her mind. She thought of her brother and mother and of her old life in general. What would her old friends think of her now? Her enemies, her brother? Was this what Leo would have wanted for her?
The short buzz and crackle of blaster fired sounded peaceful to the young woman. It made her think of safety and power. After decimating a few stationary targets, Zara raised the training level and began to lazily take out slow moving target droids as they jerked their way towards her. She allowed one to make it all the way towards her, but before it could attempt to shock her, she incapacitated it with the stock of her pistol. Normally, she didn’t like an opponent getting so close. She had to get over that.