It's not as simple as point and click.
The first few months she spent here, Hawke spent a lot of her free time in the library. Nowadays she has a different hobby: target practice.
It's taken some ingenuity. She started in the holodeck, but when it was damaged in their latest tussle against the Fay'lia she had to be creative. She'd tried the battle room, but the complete lack of gravity put paid to that idea. Someday, perhaps, when she needs a different challenge. She'd love a chance at melee combat in zero gravity, come to that. But it's not the project at hand.
Instead she made a deal with some commandeered npcs other stationsiders, ones who normally worked in the cargo holds. They directed her to one not currently being used for anything important, filled with assored junk, including a large number of empty storage containers being kept there for lack of anywhere else to keep them. Hawke looked at all the large empty boxes and saw possibilities.
Stacking happened. Bits of paper and other assorted flotsom to act as targets also happened. Over the past weeks she's not only made an impromptu shooting gallery, she's been able to adapt it to let her practice from different distances and even different heights. The day she came in and piled up storage crates into a large makeshift pyramid, just so she could climb around it and see how her aim was when angled from above, the local crew started placing bets about everything from how many hits she would manage to how long it would be until she fell and broke her neck. She suspects by now they're helping her not because of the bribes and favors she's managed to trade, but because there's an underground gambling system based around what odd method of trying to hit a target she'll try next. She knows there's one person just waiting for the day she ties herself to the ceiling by one foot ("She could be held up by a vine in the jungle habitat! It could happen!"), and is tempted to do it just to hear the screams from the people who'd have to pay out. Though it'd take a lot of rope...
Hawke jokes back when they tease her about it, but inwardly she's deadly serious. Hitting a target in a straight line from an exact distance is one thing, but how often in combat is your opponent going to be polite enough to stand in just the right place? It's not just hitting her target she needs to practice, it's hitting her target in any circumstances. Hawke's a melee fighter; distance weapons take a new set of instincts that she knows will take time to develop. And that's not even going into the different types of guns available, varying weights, varying kickbacks, varying ammunition...for now she's mostly using one, a Star Wars style blaster, figuring that it's better to master one and keep it handy before she moves on to the variations.
For all that she downplays her aim when talking about how much work she needs, it's not bad. Hawke's a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to combat. Has to be. It's never just her life that seems to depend on her skills. And with things heating up between Svinboera and Hauptmann, and not in a sexy sense, as Sheeana put it, those skills could be needed soon.
Today Hawke's not doing anything exciting enough for the crew to bet on, to their vocal dismay. She's stretched on the ground, trying to see how she does aiming at targets of different heights while in a prone position. The two cargo workers around at present, bored, are instead trying to convince Teo to do dog tricks. Teo looks unimpressed.
It's taken some ingenuity. She started in the holodeck, but when it was damaged in their latest tussle against the Fay'lia she had to be creative. She'd tried the battle room, but the complete lack of gravity put paid to that idea. Someday, perhaps, when she needs a different challenge. She'd love a chance at melee combat in zero gravity, come to that. But it's not the project at hand.
Instead she made a deal with some commandeered npcs other stationsiders, ones who normally worked in the cargo holds. They directed her to one not currently being used for anything important, filled with assored junk, including a large number of empty storage containers being kept there for lack of anywhere else to keep them. Hawke looked at all the large empty boxes and saw possibilities.
Stacking happened. Bits of paper and other assorted flotsom to act as targets also happened. Over the past weeks she's not only made an impromptu shooting gallery, she's been able to adapt it to let her practice from different distances and even different heights. The day she came in and piled up storage crates into a large makeshift pyramid, just so she could climb around it and see how her aim was when angled from above, the local crew started placing bets about everything from how many hits she would manage to how long it would be until she fell and broke her neck. She suspects by now they're helping her not because of the bribes and favors she's managed to trade, but because there's an underground gambling system based around what odd method of trying to hit a target she'll try next. She knows there's one person just waiting for the day she ties herself to the ceiling by one foot ("She could be held up by a vine in the jungle habitat! It could happen!"), and is tempted to do it just to hear the screams from the people who'd have to pay out. Though it'd take a lot of rope...
Hawke jokes back when they tease her about it, but inwardly she's deadly serious. Hitting a target in a straight line from an exact distance is one thing, but how often in combat is your opponent going to be polite enough to stand in just the right place? It's not just hitting her target she needs to practice, it's hitting her target in any circumstances. Hawke's a melee fighter; distance weapons take a new set of instincts that she knows will take time to develop. And that's not even going into the different types of guns available, varying weights, varying kickbacks, varying ammunition...for now she's mostly using one, a Star Wars style blaster, figuring that it's better to master one and keep it handy before she moves on to the variations.
For all that she downplays her aim when talking about how much work she needs, it's not bad. Hawke's a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to combat. Has to be. It's never just her life that seems to depend on her skills. And with things heating up between Svinboera and Hauptmann, and not in a sexy sense, as Sheeana put it, those skills could be needed soon.
Today Hawke's not doing anything exciting enough for the crew to bet on, to their vocal dismay. She's stretched on the ground, trying to see how she does aiming at targets of different heights while in a prone position. The two cargo workers around at present, bored, are instead trying to convince Teo to do dog tricks. Teo looks unimpressed.