Post by Mara on Feb 13, 2012 20:20:01 GMT -5
Now that he was a bit more immersed in the firefight than he had been hiding behind the bar—though he was still relatively on the edge—it wasn’t quite as easy for Pak to be accurate with the borrowed blaster. There were more obstacles to shoot around, including the beings on both sides of the sortie. The would-be thieves stayed relatively stable and focused on their prey, but the few patrons who thought themselves heroes were a bit more erratic in their aims and movements. More than a few times Pak had had to hold his fire after aiming wanting to avoid hurting one of the Bothans on his ‘team’ who had moved in front of his real target. Plus, it had just been a while since he had worked a firearm, and it had taken a few moments for the familiar reflexes to return. It was a far cry from using a targeting computer and a proton torpedo or turbolaser. His first kill had only been easy because the baddie had been a fairly static target.
Slowly but surely, though, his accuracy was increasing. When it had at first taken him one out of a half dozen to eight shots to hit flesh, now he was at about odds of one in two or three. Which the Balosar thought was pretty damn good, considering all the variables. And considering that now he was aiming to wound, not kill. He found no reason to go around causing a bloodbath, no matter what the beings had been planning on doing. Pak had only went after the first guy because it had been personal. Anything else would just be overkill, no pun intended. For all he was concerned, they were just petty thieves, and deserved the justice system, not a blaster bolt in the head. He was shooting to defend the innocents, not execute the guilty.
And it was an awfully good thing he was returning to his firing sharpness from his long-ago military training days. A glance at his weapon showed the power pack about half-drained already. Though, there were also fewer targets to shoot at, thanks to himself, Shine, and any lucky shots by a patron. Pak reached around his table shield, lining up his next shot. In the next second, a bolt seared through a leg of one of the robbers. After all, despite his morality, Pak also believed there was no reason to use stun bolts on these thugs. In his logic, there was no telling how long this fight would take, and he couldn’t have these guys waking up again halfway through and start shooting at him again.
Through the din, he heard Shine’s voice come at him loudly off to his left. Without taking the time to look back, needing to keep himself focused on the task at hand, he assumed his companion was still back behind the bar or nearby. Pak had to hand it to the man. No matter the seriousness of the situation, he was managed to keep things lighthearted. The Balosar was almost proud. It was just something he would have done. And counting up their kills… that was something he and the guys had done back in the Starfighter Corps. Now there, there he had no problem killing. Those enemies deserved what they got, orders from Command notwithstanding. They had gone through their trials and sentencing already, unwittingly. There was generally no other way to defend the innocents without blowing the guilty to the far corners of the galaxy.
Without changing his position, still tracking his blaster for a new target, Pak fired back with a quip of his own. “One dead, two wounded. But I’m just getting warmed up. You sure know how to show a guy a good time, Alberts. We should do this every night. But next time, double the odds. This is too easy.” As if to emphasize it, he squeezed the trigger of his weapon, the bolt speeding into the shoulder of one of the thieves who had been aiming at a Bothan frozen in terror, hiding under a table. The wounded man spun around and dropped his blaster, and Pak ducked back behind his shield.
Slowly but surely, though, his accuracy was increasing. When it had at first taken him one out of a half dozen to eight shots to hit flesh, now he was at about odds of one in two or three. Which the Balosar thought was pretty damn good, considering all the variables. And considering that now he was aiming to wound, not kill. He found no reason to go around causing a bloodbath, no matter what the beings had been planning on doing. Pak had only went after the first guy because it had been personal. Anything else would just be overkill, no pun intended. For all he was concerned, they were just petty thieves, and deserved the justice system, not a blaster bolt in the head. He was shooting to defend the innocents, not execute the guilty.
And it was an awfully good thing he was returning to his firing sharpness from his long-ago military training days. A glance at his weapon showed the power pack about half-drained already. Though, there were also fewer targets to shoot at, thanks to himself, Shine, and any lucky shots by a patron. Pak reached around his table shield, lining up his next shot. In the next second, a bolt seared through a leg of one of the robbers. After all, despite his morality, Pak also believed there was no reason to use stun bolts on these thugs. In his logic, there was no telling how long this fight would take, and he couldn’t have these guys waking up again halfway through and start shooting at him again.
Through the din, he heard Shine’s voice come at him loudly off to his left. Without taking the time to look back, needing to keep himself focused on the task at hand, he assumed his companion was still back behind the bar or nearby. Pak had to hand it to the man. No matter the seriousness of the situation, he was managed to keep things lighthearted. The Balosar was almost proud. It was just something he would have done. And counting up their kills… that was something he and the guys had done back in the Starfighter Corps. Now there, there he had no problem killing. Those enemies deserved what they got, orders from Command notwithstanding. They had gone through their trials and sentencing already, unwittingly. There was generally no other way to defend the innocents without blowing the guilty to the far corners of the galaxy.
Without changing his position, still tracking his blaster for a new target, Pak fired back with a quip of his own. “One dead, two wounded. But I’m just getting warmed up. You sure know how to show a guy a good time, Alberts. We should do this every night. But next time, double the odds. This is too easy.” As if to emphasize it, he squeezed the trigger of his weapon, the bolt speeding into the shoulder of one of the thieves who had been aiming at a Bothan frozen in terror, hiding under a table. The wounded man spun around and dropped his blaster, and Pak ducked back behind his shield.