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Shooting Range Under Atlas Gym, Tuesday Afternoon

Yesterday had definitely been... something, and Kanan hadn't been kidding when he'd told Kaidan that he needed to work some of the knots out of his brain. Around the island these days, that mostly meant reaching for his lightsaber, but a lightsaber would only get him so far in the galaxy he kept going home to.

Today, he had his blaster with him, and he'd made his way to the range, leaving a note for Hera saying where he was headed as he went, maybe just so she wouldn't worry. Maybe as an invitation. He wasn't entirely sure himself. Still, it felt good to be settling in and taking shots at the targets, yellow blaster bolts illuminating the area around him as he fired the weapon.

This was the familiar, now.

This was the safe.

He was going to burn through a lot of ammunition today.

[OOC: Open range is open!]

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Sabine wasn't new to the range, though she needed to make more time to go to it. After class she headed down, a little surprised to find someone down here first.

"Not bad," she decided.

"High praise from a Mandalorian," Kanan noted, turning a slightly crooked grin in Sabine's direction. "It gets the job done, generally."

He fired off a few more shots, and then lowered his blaster to look at her more evenly.

"If you've got any pointers, I'd be happy to hear them, mind."

He'd be stupid not to.

"See what happens when you square up your shoulders a bit," she advised. "But your form is pretty good."

"Had a good teacher," Kanan replied, turning back toward the target, adjusting his posture, and firing off a few more blaster bolts before nodding, satisfied. "But that's better, thanks."

He took that, filed it away, and then turned a faint smile Sabine's way.

"Figured it was about time I put in some hours down here using the weapon that's marginally less likely to get a target painted on my back," he noted. "It only ever sees use in the field, these days."

"Then it's really good to keep up the practice," she said, going over to her own lane. "Besides, it's fun."

"And it's fun," Kanan agreed, smiling slightly as he took a few more shots at the target.

Headshot. Headshot. The heart. One shot to the shoulder, to incapacitate. One shot to the throat, not that a trooper's helmet would give him much of an opening there...

Sabine watched that as she pulled out her pistols, deciding to follow that pattern with her own shots. But faster.

Just to show off.

Well. That earned a low chuckle out of Kanan, at least. A grin and a shake of his head as she showed him up with ease. He didn't figure he could compete by any means; with a blaster he was excellent compared to Stormtroopers and smugglers, but nobody could best a Mandalorian.

That wasn't going to stop him from taking aim and giving her another pattern to follow, firing off several more bolts to basically carve an 'X' in the target's chest.

"Now you're just playing," she said, but followed the X anyway. She was here for more serious practice, but it wasn't like she couldn't play around a little.

You know, safely.

"I'm going to be a very mature, responsible representative of the school and not point out that you started it," Kanan decided.

Grinning a little.

"You shot first," she pointed out. "What can I say, I'm just following your example."

And she added, "But better."

Kanan gave an amused hum at that.

"What, you want to trade? We can put a sword in your hand instead," he teased.

... Eh, someday.

Someday!

"I know swords, too," she told him. "They're just not my favorite."

"Fair enough," Kanan replied. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious to see how a Mandalorian's sword work compared to what he'd grown up with, but he wouldn't press the matter. "I'm more interested in seeing if I can pick up any more good blaster habits by osmosis anyway."

"Okay," she said, holstering one pistol- of course they were painted- in order to get a proper two-handed grip and fire off a headshot. "So when you say you're using this in the field, which field is that?"

Kanan cast a brief glance at Sabine, and then turned his attention back to his targets.

"Anywhere I can give the Empire a headache," he replied. "Firing at troopers, mostly."

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"That's a good field," she decided.

"It's the one most worth firing a blaster in, these days," Kanan agreed. "Most things that attack the island don't seem to respond to such direct methods of taking them down anyway."

Unfortunately.

"Yeah, I learned that the hard way," she said dryly. It was a good excuse to aim for where the eye would be on the target, anyway. "Which is frustrating, if this stuff won't even work."

"I don't even want to admit to the number of island... things... that have gotten the better of me since I arrived here," Kanan sighed. "The fish wasn't even so bad, comparatively. And I say that as the person it stalked around the island for half a week."

"It was all fun and games till the fish got its revenge," Sabine said, shaking her head. "This town is weird."

"This town is really, really weird," Kanan agreed.

Which, coming from their galaxy, was really saying something, wasn't it?

"So, we have vengeance fish, gremlins, rain of beads, disappearing shirts... I'm a little worried about all the stuff I still don't know about," she said. Not that she thought she'd ever know it all.

"You were here for when all the adults became teenagers, right?" Kanan had to check. "How about when everyone gets a sex change for a few days?"

He didn't just shoot his target in the crotch, but it was briefly tempting anyway.

"Or when people's future kids show up? Or that one time everyone was twenty years older and apparently here for a reunion..."

He was helping.

"I don't want any of those things," Sabine said immediately.

"Yeah, I didn't particularly want any of those things either," Kanan replied, smirking a little. "I'm sure I'm missing something."

He was pointedly ignoring that time the dead came back, yes.

Maybe he'd regret that in a short while.

"Plus there's probably stuff you don't even know about," Sabine pointed out.

"And stuff the island hasn't even thought of yet," Kanan agreed easily.

Because really. Fandom.

"Hey, speaking of all that stuff," she said, lowering her pistol, "I hear you're doomed because I met Summer."

He probably didn't want to know the connection there.

Kanan had to lower his blaster so that he could laugh for a moment, there, yes.

"Oh, hell," he said, shaking his head. "Yeah, apparently. I'm pretty sure she's starting a small army of teenage ladies that I have at any point in my life had so much as a conversation with." He glanced her way. "How doomed am I, would you say?"

"Probably not as doomed as you think you are," Sabine said. "At least not yet. I've only met her once."

At least she was honest.

"Once just means you don't yet realize how much doom one Summer can bring."

He did feel a little better, though.

For now.

"It also depends on how much doom I want to be involved in," she said. "I'm not great st being part of an army. I'm really more of a freelancer."

Kanan chuckled a little and raised his blaster again, taking aim at the target one more time.

"So I have to worry less about the pair of you, and more about a single Mandalorian? It'll be comeuppance for not having any shooting in class this semester, won't it?"

"That was a misstep." It was not, she was fine. "I'm just saying, I pick and choose what chaos I get involved in, so stay guessing."

"And that's the real reason you're my TA," Kanan chuckled. "Keeps me on my toes."

He would have to stay vigilant.

Or end up covered in paint, someday.

Or more likely, his likeness would get painted when it'd be embarrassing/annoying.

Just wait until the day you got a gremlin bite, Kanan.

"Hey, I have a lot of downtime, I've got to do something with it."

He'd been lucky so far!

... It was really just a matter of time before a gremlin got the better of him, yes.

"I wouldn't want you getting bored."

A beat.

"I mean, this island is plenty boring half the time anyway."

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"There's a reason everything's getting painted," she admitted,

"I've noticed some of it around town," Kanan noted, glancing her way. "That's all you, is it?"

He wasn't exactly the island's greatest art appreciator or anything, but it was all pretty hard to miss. And he couldn't deny there was talent behind it.

"Everything with my symbol," she nodded. "Uma added stuff to the fish mural, and there were a few murals that were here when I got here. And my warehouse has most of it."

"Your symbol? The bird," Kanan noted, nodding with his chin down to his own chest. "I've noticed that. Does it have a meaning behind it?"

In a way, it reminded him vaguely of the old symbol of the Jedi Order, the round shape with wings, but... not. Closer to a starbird, maybe?

"A starbird doesn't die, it's just reborn," she explained. "It's a good metaphor for an artist."

"Here's where I admit I don't know a hell of a lot about art and you become very disappointed in me," Kanan noted, wryly. "Would you mind explaining the metaphor?"

At least he copped to being a lost cause, right?

"Well, this was inspired by the work of an artist on Bith who makes protest art. It's not the same as what he would do, but I reinterpreted it my way. His work isn't gone, but it's new through me," Sabine said. "Or there's art that's still around hundreds of years after the artist is gone, whether it's a painting or music or a story, still inspiring new people, and it lives on through them."

"So..." Kanan tilted his head a little, considering that. Running it over in his head a few times.

Deciding he liked the sentiment. Hoping it applied to so much more than art.

"Inspiration gives life to inspiration. On and on."

"See, you got it," she smiled.

"Had a good teacher." He smiled back. "When you put it that way, a starbird seems pretty perfect."

"I'm glad you think so." She meant that, too. "And it's all mine."

At least for now.

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