Shooting Range, Saturday Morning

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It was Picnic Day. That meant the grounds would draw a crowd.

That meant Jak wasn't going to be on the grounds. He'd been aching for action for a while now anyway, and the Fandom range might not be as sophisticated as Krew's back in Haven, but it would give him a shot at getting the Vulcan barrel out for some more training.

So while everyone bustled outside, Jak was inside, his Morph Gun trained on the target, unleashing a stream of blue pulsing bullets as he worked on his accuracy. Almost came close. Almost.

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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

It had been a while since Jack had been to the range, and he decided to fix that. Checked out a gun, set up a target, and started aiming.

Man, he missed this.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela needed to do something normal to keep from letting her obvious discomfort with her new appearance from being too obvious at the picnic. So the shooting range was the place to be.

It would also let her get used to moving around quickly with her breasts in the way.

And by the sound of it, someone new was on the range. Because she didn't recognize that particular gun.

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Five more bullets hit the target before the Vulcan whined, the barrel grinding slowly to a stop. Not because Jak was out of bullets, but because he wanted to see about the target. He lowered the gun, checking it; then glanced over his shoulder to make note of the new arrival.

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Triela nodded in greeting, then paused. "Jak, right?" She wasn't entirely sure. He definitely looked different. And he had a rather large gun, which she hadn't remembered, but... he had those ears.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." A long beat. "Triela?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"..." Did he just talk. "Yeah."

"You look different."

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"That's what happens." He slanted a better look over at her as he checked on the Morph Gun. "So do you."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I suppose that is what happens." She eyed the gun. "Nice piece."

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"I got it back home," Jak explained, twisting off the Vulcan barrel. He was up for a round with the Blaster. "Things have gotten pretty hairy."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"So it seems." Again, he was talking. She smiled slightly. "Don't let me keep you." Which was Triela's oh-so-subtle way to suggest he should shoot so she could see if he was as good as it had sounded like he was.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

He slotted the new barrel in place. "Who's keeping?"

A quick turn brought Jak back face-to-face with the target, although now there was a little laser dot pointed at its head. He fired. A flare of yellow eco buried itself right in there. Two to the heart. One more headshot.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

A slow smile spread across Triela's face. "You're pretty good," she understated.

Then, because she couldn't help it, she added: "Maybe nearly as good as me."

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"You sound like you have some moves," Jak observed, lowering his gun. "Want to show me some?"

... Not a come-on.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Whether it was or not, it didn't even occur to Triela to take it as one.

"Why not?" she shrugged. Then, in one smooth motion she stepped forward so he wasn't between her and the target and drew the pistol from her shoulder holster to put five shots down range. Three to the head, and then two in the heart.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Jak's eyebrows flicked up for a second. He whistled low. "Not bad shooting," he decided. "You weren't kidding."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela smiled almost in spite of herself at the compliment. "I've been doing this for quite a long time," she explained as she reholstered her pistol.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"I can see that," he said, rubbing the back of his head as he glanced towards the target. "I've only been running this a couple of months." Since being stuck on a laboratory table made it hard to be up and about.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"A couple of months," she repeated, eying the target again. "You're extremely good, then." Natural aptitude. And maybe some physical enhancements.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

Yeah. He was a real fruit of the dark warrior program.

"Thanks," Jak said. "It's been needed." What else were you going to say?

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"So I suppose I'll be seeing you around more, huh?" Considering how much time she spent on the range, if he started hanging out there too...

Luckily it was big enough that the two of them wouldn't crowd the space.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"As long as I'm stationed back here." Not too happy about that. "I need to keep my skills up. I can't afford getting sloppy."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Aaaah," Triela nodded. "This little trip wasn't your plan, I take it."

She knew aaaaaalll about that one.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"My commander thinks I'm too reckless," he said. "I think he just doesn't get what it takes."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela considered that. "And he thought that sending you here would help?"

Was the guy an absolute idiot?

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"He wants me to cool my heels while the noise dies down," Jak explained, yanking the barrel off his Morph Gun so it retracted into something a little less dangerous-looking.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Well, there's some merit to that," Triela allowed. "But when you run a mission right it doesn't matter if they know you're coming." So it wasn't much merit.

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"Exactly."

He shoved the barrel back into his magical bag of holding backpack. He didn't need it in combat-ready mode right now, and the range on the other mod just wasn't safe.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela shrugged a bit unhappily. "You get used to it, though." She certainly had. Even if she did spend a lot of time itching for a mission.

[unborn-renegade.livejournal.com]

"I'm hoping that's not going to last too long."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Well, maybe you'll have better luck with that than I have."