Post by Lobo on May 6, 2013 3:14:12 GMT -5
Kara had spent the majority of her time at Homestead either fixing up its residents or its machinery. There had been more than enough to keep the young zeltron hybrid busy. But it all got monotonous after a while and she decided on a change of pace. She made her way through Homestead, several men stepping out of her way. There wasn't anything threatening about her, she had just made one thing clear. She may look like a zeltron, but treating her like one was not advisable. She had both broken and set the bones in one man’s wrist not a week after she had been released from the med bay.
Several other examples had followed. She never went overboard, but wasn’t to keen on some man she didn’t know placing his hand on her rear. What Kara didn't know is that she had a natural sway to her hips that caught attention. Her zeltronian heritage worked against her a lot of times. She was a full figured woman and as a result she had a certain amount of swish when she walked.
Kara entered the lift and hit the button for the works. She had a scoped slugthrower over her shoulder. She hit the button to take her to the works and the shooting range there in. It was slightly later and most would be at chow. Kara had already eaten and decided to use this time to practice her marksmanship with the hunting riffle. It wasn’t some spectacular sniper riffle, but she had seen her mom hit a bolt at two-hundred meters with it. Kara sets up the targets, some empty oil cans she had brought with her from the hanger. Kara knew she wasn’t her mother so wasn’t going to even try to shoot something as small as a bolt.
Kara set up the sandbags to help her steady the gun and took aim down range at one of the cans. She slowed her breathing as her mother had taught her, letting the air slowly trickle into her before slowly exhaling and squeezing the trigger. There was a loud retort as the slug sped downrange and struck just to the left of the oil can. Kara cursed under her breath and slowly lined up the next shot. She had been keeping her mind off her mother. She had been confirmed dead by the DLA’s network of informants. That had been a hard blow for the zeltron girl. If she hadn’t been using her mothers gun she might have been fine. But she was and with it came the memories of her mother teaching Kara to shoot.
Her next shot missed as well. With a growl Kara pulled the trigger again and again. I had been more by luck than skill that she had clipped the edge of the can. With a vehement curse in Old Corellian, Kara snatched up some outline targets and went downrange to set them up as well as the cans. Returning to the bench she tried to calm herself as she lined up the next shot. Again she slowed her breathing and slowly exhaled before the shot. It ripped down range and hit the shoulder of the black outline, eliciting yet another curse in Old Corellian.
Several other examples had followed. She never went overboard, but wasn’t to keen on some man she didn’t know placing his hand on her rear. What Kara didn't know is that she had a natural sway to her hips that caught attention. Her zeltronian heritage worked against her a lot of times. She was a full figured woman and as a result she had a certain amount of swish when she walked.
Kara entered the lift and hit the button for the works. She had a scoped slugthrower over her shoulder. She hit the button to take her to the works and the shooting range there in. It was slightly later and most would be at chow. Kara had already eaten and decided to use this time to practice her marksmanship with the hunting riffle. It wasn’t some spectacular sniper riffle, but she had seen her mom hit a bolt at two-hundred meters with it. Kara sets up the targets, some empty oil cans she had brought with her from the hanger. Kara knew she wasn’t her mother so wasn’t going to even try to shoot something as small as a bolt.
Kara set up the sandbags to help her steady the gun and took aim down range at one of the cans. She slowed her breathing as her mother had taught her, letting the air slowly trickle into her before slowly exhaling and squeezing the trigger. There was a loud retort as the slug sped downrange and struck just to the left of the oil can. Kara cursed under her breath and slowly lined up the next shot. She had been keeping her mind off her mother. She had been confirmed dead by the DLA’s network of informants. That had been a hard blow for the zeltron girl. If she hadn’t been using her mothers gun she might have been fine. But she was and with it came the memories of her mother teaching Kara to shoot.
Her next shot missed as well. With a growl Kara pulled the trigger again and again. I had been more by luck than skill that she had clipped the edge of the can. With a vehement curse in Old Corellian, Kara snatched up some outline targets and went downrange to set them up as well as the cans. Returning to the bench she tried to calm herself as she lined up the next shot. Again she slowed her breathing and slowly exhaled before the shot. It ripped down range and hit the shoulder of the black outline, eliciting yet another curse in Old Corellian.