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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Thursday

It was Thursday, and hence Cable's time to man the store. He had a map called up on his laptop, occasionally zooming in on various locations; a computer program ran quietly in the back, his pet attempt at trying to figure out where the next jump would take them.

Mostly, Cable was interested in what he could do here, now, before the island left again. While the Open sign rested on the door as it always did, he focused on the computer, occasionally reaching down to pat Tether on the head.

[ open! ]

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If you can get his attention.

After class, Jaina headed on over. She'd never actually been in here, but she'd heard about it on radio and thought it would be a good idea, all things considered, to check it out. "Hi," she said, trying to get his attention.

Cable's attention was drawn with only the slightest visible edge of surprise. "Can I help you?" he asked, automatically, resting his metal hand on the keys of his laptop.

Jaina's own surprise rested in the fact that she only had to say hi once. "Hopefully. You've got a shooting range here, right?"

"I do," he said, leaning back and considering her, "But usage is restricted."

"Okay," she said slowly, "so what would I have to say to get in there?"

"First of all," Cable replied, crossing his arms and considering her more closely, "I'd like to see some ID and a license, please."

Jaina frowned, though ID she could do, at least. And it did occur to her that she could just go to the shooting range at the dorms, even if she was bound to be interrupted, but that was too easy now. Retrieving an ID pretty obviously not from this planet, she offered it for study. "I don't have a license with me," she admitted. "My blaster's military issue and I've never been in the habit of carrying that sort of documentation. I could try registering it here but I think the government might have some questions about that."

Now this was interesting.

His eyes flicked from the ID up to Jaina and back again; eventually, he slid it back across the desk. "Military issue," Cable said, his laptop fully forgotten for the moment, "Would you mind elaborating on that...?"

Pocketing the ID, she explained, "I'm with Rogue Squadron, which is one of the more elite X-wing fighter squadrons where I come from. I put in some time on active duty and am in their reserves right now."

"So I'm taking it your home universe isn't exactly at peace right now," he noted, filing away the information for further reference. "Trying to stay sharp in case of a recall?"

Well, radio had reported a little bit, so she felt she could say it. Just not what. "Something like that. There's an upcoming mission and I really need to get some practice time in."

The secrecy said enough; it was certainly enough to stir his curiosity. "This once," Cable said, reaching under the desk for the unlocking mechanism. "Show me the sidearm, please."

Irene would be truly proud of his progress in the customer service apartment.

Wordlessly, Jaina unholstered her blaster and turned the weapon so that it faced away from him before holding it out. She may have been less practiced with it, but she knew how to handle it.

He took it, feeling for the weight, practiced eyes skimming across the edges of the blaster as he categorized and studied it evenly.

Then, without warning, he flipped it back over in his hand, and offered to her. "You're good this time," Cable said, "We'll see about it on the next." He brushed across the unlocking mechanism, hearing the tell-tale click in the distance. "Down the hall, then twice to the left. Don't point it anywhere but at the target."

See, much more satisfying than just going to the range at the dorms. She took the weapon back, nodding her understanding. "Got it. Thank you."

"Good luck, miss Solo," he said, frankly, sitting back. His eyes flicked back to the laptop. "Sounds like you might need it."

Jaina actually appreciated that. With another nod, she turned and followed his directions to the shooting range.

Mod your meditation, or ask Cable for help.

To which you can only get access with Cable's permission.

After getting permission, Jaina set herself up in the shooting range, and it didn't take her long to decide she needed more practice.

Granted, she could have been the best sharpshooter in the galaxy and she would have decided the same thing.

It's my birthday. Let there be cake. WHOO!

I have cheesecake! *GIVES*

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