Obscure Resistance Training Facility, 151 ABY
A Force-fueled kick bashed in the simulated door. Lucifrey's foot followed through and stomped down on its threshold. Her bright pink twin-tails billowed in the air behind her, while her long blue tail curled up out of the small seal at the back of her suit. Her blaster rifle snapped up, its sights lining up with her aim as she popped into the room, turned 90° to her left, and double tapped the trigger.
A pair of bright blue blaster bolts shot through the air, landing in the hip and shoulder of a training dummy in the corner that had a Kilik painted on it. Not the head and chest, but at least both shots hit it this time. The rifle stayed tight to her shoulder, one hand firm on the grip with the other under the barrel while she continued maneuvering through the breach.
Instincts flared. Adrenaline kicked. The world snapped into slow-mo for her. Luci's head and shoulders jerked and ducked forward to the opening side of the door she'd slammed open. Her feet didn't stop moving. A red bolt flew just above and beyond her head from a training remote droid that hovered on the far side of the room. Everything snapped back to normal speed.
Another sharp breath in and out, then a hold as she prepared to return fire. She still kept her feet moving as she made her way to a stack of crates near the first target she'd hit. The barrel of her blaster moved while she moved. Her upper body twisted to the right. Her arms swept the blaster in line with the droid and she fired.
Once.
Twice.
Four swift shots total before she double hit it and disabled the droid.
"Tch!" She bit back her frustration with herself, dashed forward with a boost of Force enhanced speed, and slid into cover between the wall and crates. Another red bolt rang out behind her, blasting into the durasteel walls and adding a few more scorch marks to it. Not that it wasn't already covered in blaster shot marks from the last week or so of nearly non-stop training.
Luci still didn't stop moving. Her breath came back in deep and right back out as she snapped to the back of the crates and hustled along the other side of them. She stuck to the back of the cover and tilted her upper body out ever so slightly, barely opening a shot on her while she leveled her rifle up and took a pair of shots at the droid.
One hit. The other missed.
It returned fire, narrowly missing her while she followed her shot through with another pair. Same result, but with two shots on the droid now it disabled as programmed. She'd already spent too much time at the corner and still had enough shots left in her clip. She was trying to beat Faen's time record after all, not that she was likely to accomplish that any time soon. His time trial ghost moved forward in her mind, way ahead of her and with less shots fired.
She swept forward, blasting another pair of blue bolts into another Kilik painted target in the opposite corner of the first one. Both shots landed in the chest. Not where the second one was supposed to go. Luci popped her aim up and took another pair of shots, sending one into is head and missing with the other. The frustration festered, but she pushed it aside and pivoted toward the hallway at her left and opposite from the door she'd bashed open.
More blaster bolts echoed throughout the tactical target course from Luci and the pair of droids at the other end of the hall all blasting at each other while she dashed into cover against the corner of the hall. She expended a heftier amount of shots than she'd meant to, but kept up the pressure nonetheless. She barely cornered the wall again, taking shot after shot on only one of the droids she aligned herself enough to see.
Crimson bolts crashed into the wall above and below the sliver of her exposed face.
Azure bolts rang through the air and finally disabled the first droid. Luci turned her barrel toward the other droid and poked out a little more, then took another series of shots until the blaster clicked empty.
"Tch!" She'd lost count again. She ducked back, dropped the rifle to hang at the back and left side of her hips and thigh while her blaster pistol was up and ready the next second after. Her left foot pushed out and back. Her body lowered to a near couch. Then she pulsed another burst of enhanced speed through her legs as she switched sides to the other corner of the hall, pivoted her body toward the droid, and raised the barrel of her pistol to it.
A pair of shots. One hit. Her body snapped and twisted up the cover of the corner. A pair of red blaster bolts passed. She ducked forward and turned the corner. The blaster pistol came up to aim again. She took another two shots and disabled it. She didn't stop moving forward through the hall.
A simulated room to her left. She blasted the Kilik target lurking there with three more shots, missing once and burying the other two in its fake head. Her body whipped around and pulled to the other side of the hall while she put another pair of shots into the chest of another Kilik target, missed the third shot to its head, but landed the fourth.
Her feet continued deftly moving the whole time. She repeated the process down the hall that had six rooms lining it, three on each side. One after the other she put round after round into their center mass and foreheads. Or at least close as she'd been able to get in the last week or so. Once she reached the opposite end of the hall she expelled the clip of her blaster pistol and quickly slapped the next one in. Without missing a beat she had the pistol back in its holster at the right side of her hip again, and began bringing up the rifle to reload it as well.
@Charles
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