Private Sisters in Arms

[Aselia Verd]

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TAG: Klavatora Verd
Wearing: Outfit

Aselia stood in front of a table, her eyes scanning the array of weapons she had recently purchased from Breshig Arms. One weapon, in particular, caught her attention. She reached for the RR-04B Ripper Rifle, its sleek, deadly design promising power and precision. Turning it over in her hands, she carefully inspected the craftsmanship, running her fingers along its cold metal surface. After a moment, she clicked off the safety and turned toward the line of targets set up downrange.

Hoisting the rifle to her shoulder, Aselia looked down the sight, her eyes narrowing as she zeroed in on the first target. She squeezed the trigger gently, the rifle kicking back against her shoulder as the first round shot out, punching a hole clean through the dummy's head. Satisfied with the weapon's feel, she dropped the magazine with a practiced flick and slid in a new one, this time loaded with explosive rounds.

She fired again, and this round exploded on impact, setting the dummy ablaze. A grin spread across Aselia's face as she watched the flames consume the target. Moving forward, she fired at each target in turn, her movements fluid and precise. Each shot was deadly accurate, and with each pull of the trigger, another target burst into flames. Aselia turned sharply, hitting multiple targets in rapid succession. Her aim was true, and each explosive round set her path alight with fire.

When the magazine was finally empty, sixty rounds later, Aselia propped the rifle up on her shoulder and surveyed the field of smoldering dummies, a look of satisfaction playing on her face. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning materials, and the sound of crackling flames filled the silence.

"As usual, Breshig does good work," she mused aloud, her voice carrying a note of approval. "I'll need to give Shuk my compliments." The redhead stretched, feeling the familiar adrenaline rush ebb away, leaving a comfortable, warm satisfaction in its place. She walked back toward the table and carefully laid the rifle and the empty magazine down, her mind already turning to the next weapon she would test.
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[Klavatora Verd]

Klavatora had been taken most of the day in solitude. It was a fine day to relax and take in the sun. She stayed in her full beskar’gam. Besides her helmet that sat within her lap, she laid back her head in a lounge chair. The past few days were a bit difficult for her having lost prey to a rival bounty hunter. Getting over it wasn’t easy. When someone out did you and put in less work, it just seemed completely unfair.

Three weeks were spent hunting that albino rancor. Weeks that were wasted hunting the wilds of that forsaken swamp planet. Many days of rations and ammo, gone. At least, she had the credits to refund what she had lost. The last time she wanted to work with people that she didn’t know. She couldn’t believe that she allowed that son of a bantha herder to sneak off with her prey. Klavatora knew that she had to do better. Seemed impossible trying to take her mind off of the idea of revenge. Rest was just no longer a factor. Her trigger finger was itchy. She rolled onto her feet and shoving her helmet underneath her arm pit.

A while later, she marched toward the range. Her back was strapped with what seemed like two large duffle bags of ammo and various weapons. Rucking all the way from her ship toward the firing line. The sound of distinct rifle fire off in the distance brought curiosity. Maybe she wasn’t the only one trying to relieve stress or so she thought. Could have been anyone of her blood just shooting to shoot.

“Hail, sister!” she called out as he continued to ruck an armory on her back. The younger woman would place the two large duffle bags on a separate table prior to removing her helmet. A gentle tone coming from her as it attempted to hide the frustration in her voice, “Been a rotations hasn't it? Guess you’re here to take a load off, love,” she paused to take a look at her sister’s weapons, “...or testing a few of the weapons of one of our benefactors.” Simultaneously, she unloaded her weapons on the table. A quick loading of her painted Verpine Shatter Rifle. A bit much for her intended range, but she was adamant. Kalavatora would wait for a response before she moved to the firing line.

 

[Aselia Verd]

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TAG: Klavatora Verd
Wearing: Outfit

Aselia was sorting through the table full of guns when she heard somebody approach behind her, she wasn't overly concerned being on Krant, the sound of heavy bags landing on another table caused her head to turn as her sister spoke, Aselia brightened as she heard her voice and smiled, her excitement obvious as she started speaking in Mando'a.

"ta'hye osi'kyr!" she dropped the gun she was looking at back on the table and walked to her sister throwing her arms around her. "Oya vod!" she beamed at her sister. "It's been far too long." she looked back at her own table "Why not both? relaxing and testing out some new toys. She released her sister and stepped away, glancing behind her at the table with a wry grin.

"Looks like I am not the only one who when on a shopping spree."

Spoiler

translation: Holy shit, followed by hello sister.

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[Klavatora Verd]

Before she even thought to react, Klavatora found herself in an unexpected, grateful embrace. “Su’cuy!” (trans. Hi) she exclaimed as she returned the hug before placing her hands on her hips. A more cheerful tone coming from her, “Decided to expand my inventory with some reserve credits. I’ll make it up later.”

Her eyes would shift to the HFL-02 Heavy Flechette Launcher. A tiny giggle would emerge from her chest prior to loading the magazine. Klavatora lifted up the weapon. It was heavy to the touch, but not unbearable. More than likely she wasn’t likely to be running around with this without a jetpack. Would be something she would like to train with before heading directly into combat if possible. Though, she wasn’t here for that. Burning off steam was the priority.

“Just got back from a failed hunt. What have you been up to lately?” she questioned as she began walking to the firing line. Carefully, she would aim out for about 80 meters. The weapon quickly locked on an already badly destroyed target. She wouldn’t fire immediately, she was still trying to get accustomed to the weight of the weapon. Definitely felt different when loaded. “I think it may be time for an additional line of work. Bounty Hunting alone isn’t always fruitful work.”

Tag: Aselia Verd