Smuggler Archive
Thread: A Re-education.
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gyntymcghinty
Thu Oct 06, 2005 2:27 am
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2 years working the underground was enough. Wheeling, dealing, slicing and bribing for the guild just wasn't gonna keep this zabrak happy much longer. Perhaps those rumours of blacksun blood in the family where true. I needed some re-education.
A few days on dantooine taught me all i needed to know. Forgetting everything i had learned about the teras kasi arts, and abandoning all my medic training, I resolved myself to learn to shoot the way a true smuggler should.
I sharpened my sniping skills ((4000rifles)), spent a day learning the way of the marauder ((0400carbs)), polished up on my blaster basics ((0404Pistols)), took the advanced aiming course ((Mmarksman)) and learned the joys of the launcher pistol for good measure ((NCommando)).
Theory is all good and well, however it won't keep from the cloner. I joined the rebellion determined to test my new set of skills.
The resulting 3 days of action has been amongst the most exiting of my smuggling career. Picking up 2 ranged cybernetic arms, I found myself supporting hoards of rampaging jedi. Concussing, rooting, panicking the enemy from great distance. When the need arose, I could strike both the head and legs of my enemy with great power and accuracy. I was indeed fighting like I always wanted.
When the battle turns sour, being at the back line often leaves you facing over whelming odds singlehandedly. However, even in the darkest of situations, I found my training to have it merits. Feigning death at the numerous feet of the enemy, I was surrounded by a hoard of Imperials insulting my honor, questioning my sexuality and suggesting I was new to things. I grabbed this moment to pull out my launcher pistol and unleash an unholy barrage of concussion on all around. In the hazy seconds that followed, i ran for my life. With my heart pumping, I managed to break from the affray, pull my bike and head for the hills with nothing but a few wounds.
Yes. This zabrak has found his calling in this universe.
A few days on dantooine taught me all i needed to know. Forgetting everything i had learned about the teras kasi arts, and abandoning all my medic training, I resolved myself to learn to shoot the way a true smuggler should.
I sharpened my sniping skills ((4000rifles)), spent a day learning the way of the marauder ((0400carbs)), polished up on my blaster basics ((0404Pistols)), took the advanced aiming course ((Mmarksman)) and learned the joys of the launcher pistol for good measure ((NCommando)).
Theory is all good and well, however it won't keep from the cloner. I joined the rebellion determined to test my new set of skills.
The resulting 3 days of action has been amongst the most exiting of my smuggling career. Picking up 2 ranged cybernetic arms, I found myself supporting hoards of rampaging jedi. Concussing, rooting, panicking the enemy from great distance. When the need arose, I could strike both the head and legs of my enemy with great power and accuracy. I was indeed fighting like I always wanted.
When the battle turns sour, being at the back line often leaves you facing over whelming odds singlehandedly. However, even in the darkest of situations, I found my training to have it merits. Feigning death at the numerous feet of the enemy, I was surrounded by a hoard of Imperials insulting my honor, questioning my sexuality and suggesting I was new to things. I grabbed this moment to pull out my launcher pistol and unleash an unholy barrage of concussion on all around. In the hazy seconds that followed, i ran for my life. With my heart pumping, I managed to break from the affray, pull my bike and head for the hills with nothing but a few wounds.
Yes. This zabrak has found his calling in this universe.
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