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

[scruffier]

In which Our Heroes (?) stop for blaster practice, assuming the kids can stop bothering each other for two minutes, so help me, I will turn this light freighter around and we will not get ice cream.

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[mrrawrarrrgh]

He doesn't get that much detail. Not that it's any of his business. He's concerned, definitely, about all of them, but that's his primary motivation. Just protecting his ship of little mostly bald people.

Certainly he doesn't want to talk about the time he used it against Ben; and that was carefully controlled, a blast that was intended not to do much harm at all. It was still a lot.

It is indeed powerful, and he responds with as much in his series of vocalizations. It's also very heavy and has a considerable kickback. He stands with it, aims it, and points out the posture, the cocking of the string - his, at least, is automatic, but he still notes how it functions.

And then he fires, the projectile becoming enveloped in energy and the magnetic field of the bow propelling it powerfully forward.

[passingthrough]

She watches attentively to everything he does and listens carefully to his explanations, making sense of them even over words she's only picking up through context.

"Seems simple enough." Though it would certainly take some skill to use. She has fired crossbows and used bows and arrows before, but really only enough to say she had. It was never something she used in combat and not something she'd used in the last several years at all.

[mrrawrarrrgh]

He roars in a general agreement; it is simple from a mechanical standpoint, simply building the dexterity and reflex for it is a challenge.

And then, he inquires whether she wants to give it a shot. Carefully, of course.

He'd be ready to spot her, too, just in case. Not that he necessarily thinks he'll have to.

[passingthrough]

"Probably the best way to learn." She's been practicing some already but she's used to hard training and combat for that matter so she isn't feeling too worn down by any of that yet. She reaches out to take the weapon so she can get the feel of it in her hands. Her eyes sweep back and forth making sure none of their friends have decided to run toward the shooting area. All clear. She lifts it into place, aiming it. "Like this?"