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Honeybadger:
-- Docks --
*Honeybadger scratches his head tired*
Honeybadger: "I wish we had bedding on that squid..."
Dylan: "I'll keep that in mind. But while we're up, you wanna go check out the market? It's probably better than the one we have back home."
Honeybadger: "Hmm, I never went to the market before." Then again lately most of my diet consisted of bar nuts and booze...
*Honeybager thinks for a second*
Honeybadger: "Alright, lets go."
Yiski:
--Academy--
The training grounds were relatively quiet for the most part. There were a couple trainees doing drills, but the rest were still in their barracks nursing hangovers. The semi-deserted grounds make it easy to find a spot on the range.
Yiski had set up multiple targets at different distances, elevations, and covers. The closest was 150 meters, the furthest was 350 meters. Yiski had two standard issue rifles, one for himself and Roland. Yiski took position.
"Alright the first thing you have to learn is how to control your breathin'. When you have a target you need to slow your breathin' and shoot between heartbeats."
Yiski demonstrated the technique and fired at the 350 target, hitting it dead center.
"Alright, your turn. Go for the close target out in the open."
Roland got prone and slowed his own breathing. He soon felt his heartbeats slowing. When he got the rhythm, he fired a shot. It was during a beat and the shot landed a few centimeters north of center. Yiski nodded his head.
"Not bad. You just gotta practice more in shooting between beats."
A few hours pass by when a couple of gunsmiths spot Yiski and approach him.
"Commander."
Yiski turns and the expression he gives is one of annoyance.
"This had better be good for you to bother me in givin' my son lessons."
The gunsmiths became nervous.
"Well... um... you see... the tungsten rounds... they're..."
"Oh for the love of clear skies, get out with it!"
"We were working on the rounds when we realized a few of us were deviating from the the design. The rounds look fine, but are duds when fired."
Yiski facepalmed. While he didn't want to be bothered with work and continue with helping Roland, the last thing he wanted were useless rounds. He sighed.
"Fine. I think I can fix your screw ups." Yiski turns to Roland. "Sorry, but it looks like I have to take this. You think you'll be fine on your own?"
"I think I will take a few more practice shots and call it a day. Do you think you will be long?"
"Depends on how badly these fools messed up."
Yiski gives the gunsmiths a look and they all avoided his gaze. Yiski shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Okay. It looks like it's that bad. If that's the case, I'm not sure when I'll be back."
Roland hesitated for a moment. He wanted to tell Yiski to be back at the saloon by evening, but Roland didn't want Yiski to get suspicious. Roland decided it was best to let Yiski go without mentioning tonight.
When Yiski left, Roland also left and headed back to the saloon.
"I have to tell Lauren and Ny-Lee we may have a problem."
Captain Lockheart:
(OOC: sorry about not posting today something personal came up, will return to normal tomorrow :) )
BdrLineAzn:
--City Center--
The four guys finally made it to the city's boxing stadium. As they entered, they notice that it was still empty. They head near the front rows for seats.
BdrLine:
"Ok, So when is the big fight."
Allen:
"Won't be until later tonight, right now its just some amateur fights and small belt bouts."
BdrLine:
"Well, alright. So who is up first?"
John:
"Some two new comers in the circuit. No onereally heard of them yet."
Out in the middle of the ring, an announcer come up.
"Welcome all, for our first fight. It will be against two new gloves. In the red corner, all the way from the sleepy town of Fallow, Julio 'Lighting' Ramirez. Here in the blue corner, a home town native, please welcome Marc 'Swifty' Anthony.
After the announcements, the announcer leaves the ring and the two fighters go at it. Soon after many different fights, the stadium starts to fill up and more prestige fights are starting.
--Market--
Ny-Lee to Lauren.
"Lauren you know what, I'll cook for the two of you. I may just know what dinner to prepare for the both of you."
Ny-Lee then grabs Lauren by the wrist as she guides her to different food stalls.
Yiski:
--City Center--
It's late afternoon. Roland searched the area to see if he could find either his 'aunt' or his soon-to-be wife, but there was no luck. Even though a few businesses and stalls were still closed, there seemed to be no shortage of people crowding the area. Roland stands looking off in the distance when a familiar voice calls for him.
"Roland?"
He turns to see Lauren and Ny-Lee with bags of groceries and materials for tonight.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be keeping Yiski busy?"
Roland sighs and takes a few bags from Ny-Lee.
"Yes, but it appears something came up at the Armory. By the sound of things, it was serious. He told me he was not sure when he would be back."
The three stood in silence before Ny-Lee broke it.
"We might as well prepare as if he's coming back in time."
Lauren turns to Ny-Lee.
"And if he isn't?"
"As long as you don't plan on leaving, there'll be other chances."
"I suppose you're right."
Eventually, the three got back to the saloon and started preparations.
--Armory--
Yiski wasn't having a lot of luck. When the gunsmiths said they messed up, Yiski found that to be the understatement of the year. To him, things were FUBAR. If capital punishment were allowed in this situation, Yiski would've had all the gunsmiths face the firing squad using the rounds they'd fucked up. Instead, Yiski gave a long sigh.
"Dammit. It'll be a miracle if I can get back by midnight."
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