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 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?"