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Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Just breathe. The hologram was set at a scale small enough to be at a distance of 300 meters. The scope of her rifle zoomed in and focused on the hologram of an Alliance trooper.
The assassin was prone in the firing range, bipod deployed on her weapon and wearing casual clothing, something rare for her. Eyes and ears had protective glasses and headphones. She blinked and the scope zoomed in one last setting, the target filling up her view and focusing through her crosshair.
Inhale. Exhale. Moments like these reminded her of her winters at home and in the wilderness abroad, hunting with a simple bow. But now, her rifle stood before her, a massive beast of a weapon that would clearly be heard even through ear protection.
It was nice to have a shooting range. Practicing only improved her spirits and her aim, something that had been lacking recently. This let her unwind. Enjoy her art.
She exhaled one final time and squeezed the trigger, her rifle kicking back only slightly as the hologram vanished. Hit.
Her rifle cycled and vented, and she turned on the safety before standing up for a break. As of now she was alone here, nothing and nobody to bother her. It was nice. But it wouldn't last, she was sure.
@210yeti
Just breathe. The hologram was set at a scale small enough to be at a distance of 300 meters. The scope of her rifle zoomed in and focused on the hologram of an Alliance trooper.
The assassin was prone in the firing range, bipod deployed on her weapon and wearing casual clothing, something rare for her. Eyes and ears had protective glasses and headphones. She blinked and the scope zoomed in one last setting, the target filling up her view and focusing through her crosshair.
Inhale. Exhale. Moments like these reminded her of her winters at home and in the wilderness abroad, hunting with a simple bow. But now, her rifle stood before her, a massive beast of a weapon that would clearly be heard even through ear protection.
It was nice to have a shooting range. Practicing only improved her spirits and her aim, something that had been lacking recently. This let her unwind. Enjoy her art.
She exhaled one final time and squeezed the trigger, her rifle kicking back only slightly as the hologram vanished. Hit.
Her rifle cycled and vented, and she turned on the safety before standing up for a break. As of now she was alone here, nothing and nobody to bother her. It was nice. But it wouldn't last, she was sure.
@210yeti