Target Practice [D2 MA, outskirts of Noventa City-open]

[Yara Suhr]

It had been a power station, once, before the new geothermal rigs came in during the late Old Republic and rendered solar unnecessary this close to the city. Now it's just a field full of wildflowers dotted with some rusted-out frames that once held solar panels, the panels themselves probably long since scavenged and transplanted to some further-out homestead. But the ramshackle wire fences at least keep out all but the smartest of the large endemic critters, and it isn't too close to anybody's house or field.

That means nobody is apt to get hurt by a stray blaster bolt. Which is probably going to be most of them.

The target, a battered old box that had formerly held a delivery of vaccine supplies, won't stay balanced on the bent, rusty solar panel frame. Grumbling under her breath, Yara wastes a few meters of good medical tape getting it fastened on.

[Yara Suhr]

Once the box is properly stuck to its mountings, Yara paces off the distance, stepping awkwardly over more pieces of rusted metal among the tall grasses. Not far, but as far out as her faithful blaster could manage with any accuracy.

She turns on her heel and lines up a shot at the cross scribbled on the target.

D2 target practice, Medium: 2eP+2eD 3 successes, 2 threat


She doesn't really expect the first shot to hit, and is taken by surprise when it does. The brief flash of burning plastic as the blaster bolt lances into the center of the old box dazzles her eyes and leaves a purple blob swimming in her vision for a moment.

((1 setback to next roll))

[Yara Suhr]

Still blinking away purple shadows, Yara lines up another shot. Take that, plastic scum! A corner of the crate vaporizes.

D2--more pew, just 'cause. Custom Grip cancels setback!: 2eP+2eD 2 successes, 1 advantage


Hah! Got you! The Marines might not even have laughed at that pair of shots, which frankly would have been a nice change. Yara crouches down and slinks around to hit the target from another angle. If she can scorch it without hitting the tall bunch of wildflowers she's just placed between herself and the crate, that would really be something... she ducks out from behind a stand of grass and fires at the perfidious plastic packaging!

D2--shooting "engaged" target: 2eP+1eC+1eD 4 successes, 3 threat


It's a sweet shot, blasting part of the crate away without so much as singeing the plants. This would be more satisfying if Yara had not, while lunging for that clean shot, caught her toe on a piece of twisted metal half-embedded in the dirt and fallen headlong into the grass, landing hard on her elbow.

"Ow."