Shooting Range, Saturday Morning

[unborn_renegade]

It was Picnic Day. That meant the grounds would draw a crowd.

That meant Jak wasn't going to be on the grounds. He'd been aching for action for a while now anyway, and the Fandom range might not be as sophisticated as Krew's back in Haven, but it would give him a shot at getting the Vulcan barrel out for some more trainingSo while everyone bustled

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[inthereflexes]

It had been a while since Jack had been to the range, and he decided to fix that. Checked out a gun, set up a target, and started aiming.

Man, he missed this.

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela needed to do something normal to keep from letting her obvious discomfort with her new appearance from being too obvious at the picnic. So the shooting range was the place to be.

It would also let her get used to moving around quickly with her breasts in the way.

And by the sound of it, someone new was on the range. Because she didn't recognize that particular gun.

[unborn_renegade]

Five more bullets hit the target before the Vulcan whined, the barrel grinding slowly to a stop. Not because Jak was out of bullets, but because he wanted to see about the target. He lowered the gun, checking it; then glanced over his shoulder to make note of the new arrival.

[sorella_vecchia]

Triela nodded in greeting, then paused. "Jak, right?" She wasn't entirely sure. He definitely looked different. And he had a rather large gun, which she hadn't remembered, but... he had those ears.

[unborn_renegade]

"Yeah." A long beat. "Triela?"