Atlas Gym, Sunday Afternoon

[1000yearstoolate]

There was less swearing now than when Seivarden had first visited the shooting range. Hitting the targets more often did that, and both the actual improvement of her skill and the emotional outlet firing a weapon provided, made this a good Sunday afternoon activity. She had brought some tea, and took a break now and then to sip from her cup.

The gun ranges on board ships were virtual, and although extremely realistic in order to be useful, just knowing that she was firing actual bullets made a difference. She just wished the weapons here were better.

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