garbageship | That's no moon... Wait, no, it's a moon.

As long as she stays in sight of the ship, Han can't really complain... Well, he could. He's pretty good at complaining. But he definitely feels better when she comes back. It's not that he doesn't trust Rey to take care of herself, but there's no guarantee this safe haven will stay safe, and they need to be ready to run just in case.

When she comes back she'll find him sitting on some stones by the ship, fussing with the power settings on a small blaster. It loos almost comical in his hands, a stark contrast to the heavy weapon habitually strapped to his thigh.

Catching sight of her he nods. Rey's off to a better start, at least, than Ben; she's used a blaster before and she's not overly dependent on using the Force to guide her. But practice never hurts anyone.

"Ready?"

And Rey's blaster experience isn't exactly extensive; she's taken down two stormtroopers, fired a bunch of ineffectual shots at Kylo Ren and then got kidnapped.

She nods in response to his question, and gestures to the blaster in his hands. "Is that the one I'm practicing with?"

"Nah." The little one gets set aside, and he reaches to grab another as he stands. It's the same make as the last one he handed her-- big enough to do worthwhile damage, sized so it should fit comfortably in her hand. The little one can wait til later.

"Pick a target, let's see what you've got."

There are rocks as far as the eye can see.

Rey nods and gets into position, picking a rock a reasonable distance away. She fires with eerie accuracy — the same eerie accuracy that enabled her to make two one-hit kills the very first time she fired. The kind of accuracy you can only get from either years of experience ... or being a ~~Protagonist~~ Force-sensitive.

Of course she doesn't realize this isn't normal; people have always made blasters seem very easy to use, so it doesn't occur to her that most people actually do have some problems when beginning to learn.

She turns back to Han. "How did I do?"

In spite of himself his mouth twists into a wry grin at it. Yeah, about what he expected. She's not a bad shot, even though she should be. Which is gonna be a problem. Both her and Ben could get by just fine, but they ought to learn some proper techniques.

"I'm pretty sure you're cheating," he says, light enough that it ought to be clear it's a joke. Sort of a joke. She is, but he knows she doesn't mean to be. He bends to pick up a rock, ready to toss it.

"Try a moving target?"

~~Can it really be considered cheating if the only rule is to hit the target?~~

She lights up at the perceived praise. It's probably painfully obvious that she would do well-nigh anything to make him proud of her.

"All right!" She readies herself. "Let's do this!"

Well, it's better than missing entirely. He'll get into the finer points in a bit, he wants to see how good she is.

Taking a couple steps back he flings the rock high in the air, away from them both, away from everyone else.

This display isn't nearly as impressive — or really impressive at all. The rock being a much smaller target than a Stormtrooper, and this not being a life & death situation that requires the best of you ~~for the plot to move forward~~, she fires at it twice while it's high in the air, missing both times. She finally hits it just as the rock hits the ground. It might even have already landed on the ground by the time she hit it.

She frowns, petulantly annoyed, but at the same time her mind shifts into "challenge accepted" mode. "Throw another one."

Well, at least she's taking this seriously. He smiles faintly without meaning to, not even sure where to begin with this one. Trying to teach Ben to shoot without using his abilities is tricky enough, at least he understands them.

"In a minute." He comes closer again, eying her hands on the grip. "Take it back. Slow down, and hit that same spot again."

This is a stupid idea he's got, he wants to see if it'll still make the target if he jostles her elbow.

"The one on the ground?" Weren't they practicing with a moving target? But sure, okay, if that's what Han wants her to do.

Or does he? "Hey, what are you doing?!" Her shot veers wildly off course as he jostles her elbow.

Honestly, he's a little surprised she didn't make it anyway. So she's not entirely doing the Force thing. That's good, for his purposes.

"I can't tell how much is your aim and how much you're sensing." The tone is a bit apologetic, that's not exactly the nicest way to go about it but it's a little hard to tell. "Even with a blaster you'll want to use the force. I need to know you can shoot without it, too."

It's the opposite of the problem Luke had, at first. She's good-- instinctive, almost-- with her control, as long as she's focused, but he wants to know she can use her eyes just as well.

Rey frowns. "I'm not using it. I don't want to use it." She doesn't sound indignant or angry like she might have yesterday; she's confused. She's not his son, who can stop blaster fire midair by simply raising his hand. The times she's consciously used the force — to push Kylo Ren out of her mind and into his, to make the guard undo her restraints and leave the door open — it was an agonizing struggle. She did it out of desperation, because she had no other choice. She has no desire to exert that kind of effort for simple blaster practice ... she's not even sure that she could, with the stakes being so low.

"It's not so easy to just turn it off."

He'd point out that Ben is trying very hard to do just that, but he doesn't think that'd be conducive to her listening to anything else he's got to say.

"It's instinctive." Which... he wonders about, sometimes. Where she came from, whether someone hid her away on Jakku purposefully, whether she had some sort of guidance before then. Maybe it's just that the life she lead there demanded strict discipline. Maybe-- Maybe he'd better focus on shooting.

"Loosen up a little, you don't want to wrench your shoulder. Make sure you're not holding your breath."

Rey gives him a slightly disbelieving look at the "it's instinctive" part. If it was instinctive, wouldn't it have been easier? (Not taking into account the fact that if it's not instinctive, she really shouldn't have been able to do any of it at all.) If he had brought his son up, she simply would have argued that he's been trained to rely on his powers, while she didn't even know she had them until recently.

But Han doesn't bring that up, which is probably for the best.

"Loosen up, breathe, got it," she says. "Are you planning on knocking my elbow again?"

Well, it's the best answer he's got for how to explain the things she does. He'd ask Ben's thoughts, but the tenuous peace between the two of them usually depends on keeping as many bulkheads between them as possible and one pretending not to notice the other one exists. And he isn't sure his son would have any answers, anyway.

"Not planning on it." He shrugs, takes a step back. See? "Don't put all your focus on the target. Point it where you want, but try to feel the shot, not where it's going."

This is all guesswork to him, trying to deconstruct half-remembered things Luke and Obi-Wan once said and reverse them. It's maddening, because Han knows (if nothing else) how to shoot. Teaching it should be easy, right?

"...feel the shot." Rey frowns, trying to understand what he means by that. With a staff, that would make sense: feel the weight of the staff, its balance in your hands, the way and speed it moves, but a blaster? What's there to feel? You point and you shoot.

But she'll try. She puts her focus into her hand and her grip on the blaster, the way the breeze tries to push it. She can see how a stronger wind would send a shot astray if you didn't take it into account. She adjusts her aim accordingly and fires —

Any improvement, teacher?

You point, you shoot. The weight of it drags in your hand or falls back into your palm. The barrel has its own quirks; it leans, or it favors an angle. The world around you makes as much difference.

He turns to find the mark where she hit-- wide of the first, unnaturally stacked shots-- and nods approvingly.

"Another one." With any luck it'll be close but... naturally close.

Rey doesn't get why he's nodding approvingly. That last shot was terrible compared to her earlier ones, and she still doesn't feel the difference between using the force to help her shots and not.

But since he all he says is "Another one," she doesn't question his approval. She remembers how that previous shot felt, tries to understand the relationship between that feeling and how wide her shot went. Her next shot is ...

... only a marginal improvement. Her brows furrow and she is clearly Displeased. But Rey trusts him, and she has an iron will (usually. It's iron, not infallible). So instead of questioning him, she continues firing, shot after shot, taking time to try & figure out for herself what she's doing wrong, why she's still missing. It's how she taught herself basically everything she knows, really, since she didn't have a teacher. (She may need a little reminder that she doesn't have to figure everything out for herself.)

As she focuses on the task he steps back a little further, leaving her to it, more or less. Occasionally he'll interject, usually some variation of don't tense up since all in all she seems more rigid than not. Her accuracy isn't as good as it was when she wasn't working for it, but for a beginner it's more than acceptable.

Eventually she's hitting the same spot, or close enough, with regularity that satisfies his (arbitrary) judgment.

"You see the difference?"

"I can see it makes my aim worse," Rey says dryly. "But I don't understand why. I don't feel what's different about focusing on the target and focusing on the blaster." (It seems doing your best to repress your force abilities makes it very hard to tell when you're using them and when you're not ...)

"Pick a new spot, and shoot like you did the first time."

Someday maybe he'll figure out how to explain something to her.

"All right." Rey chooses a rock a few feet to the left of her previous target, lines her arm up and shoots. With her focus on the target, it's easy to judge the distance, determine the best position to fire. She can feel exactly where the rock is in relation to her — the way she always knows where her hand is, even when it's out of sight. The shots hit perfectly, and she turns back to Han.

"If I put all my attention in my arm, I lose my sense of the target," she says. Despite her phrasing, she clearly hasn't connected that "sense" of her target with her force-sensitivity. Her ability to sense where objects are in relation to her has been a part of her entire life; it's one of the skills that made her such a talented scavenger on Jakku. She could retrieve scrap from dangerous locations, climbing confidently where others wouldn't dare. It feels nothing like her experiences with the mind-fuckery side of the Force. "Shouldn't I be keeping my attention on it?"

That depends entirely on what she's trying to do. Han shakes his head.

"Shut your eyes," he suggests. "Do it again. Same spot."

And he doesn't answer her question. Rey gives him a bit of a Look for that, but she's an obedient student. She closes her eyes, aims where she thinks the rock is, and fires. When she opens her eyes, she sees that she hit just a little bit above her previous shot.

Even she realizes that's Not Normal.

"How did I do that?"

That's about what he expected. Whether she understands the difference, he doesn't know. But at least the results speak for themselves.

"The force is strong with you."

It feels so strange to say it.

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