[ch`Revellion]
Tr'Raith and Tr'Kuro stand on a range on ch'Revellion. Stray shots erupt down range a slight cry of disdain is heard in the distance. Raith holds his disruptor rifle, carefully taking aim at a moving target. Kuro stands recalibrating his fire arm and calling the shots for Raith.
tr'Kuro>Head!
ACTION> Raith lets loose a round tearing into the target
tr'Raith>Piece of cake.
tr'Kuro>::nods, never lifting his eyes away from his rifle, as he waits for the next target to appear:: Thats 'cause it doesn't shoot back, not yet at least...
tr'Raith>::chuckles::
tr'Kuro>::slaps the side of his rifle and starts to alter the positioning of the little thingies in the chamber:: I hate doing this!
tr'Raith>::still chuckling:: Wait till you see the new rifles
tr'Kuro>::growls a bit, then slaps down the cover having finished the calibration:: Neck!
tr'Raith>::fires again, missing by a clear two feet. curses::
tr'Kuro>Were you drinking again?
tr'Raith>::tosses a bottle down-range and lets loose another round vaporizing the liqour:: Rhennish is gonna kill me one day.
tr'Kuro>Not if you keep missing things that shoot back
tr'Raith>::decides to change the subject::So, Ku, you never really did tell me much about your past
tr'Kuro>::grumbles as he raises his rifle to a ready position:: Not much to tell. I was born to a bunch of backwater, primative people, started a happy childhood on my own world, then I said one day, hey maybe I should be abducted by queer aliens and "volunteered" for the Corps. I was conditioned to kill and taught to destroy, then I came under your command. Yeah, I joined cause I wanted to go to strange exotic worlds... meet interesting and different peoples... and... kill them. ::cuts loose
on full auto with six rounds::
tr'Raith>Ku, there are only five targets
tr'Kuro>::grins maniacally as a nei'rrh drops from its tree:: I know
tr'Raith>What ever happened to your family?
tr'Kuro>::dramatic pause::...My brother joined the corps, but died in basic training, my father took a swan dive off a 72 meter tall bridge, and my mother took to bantering in politics. She was killed in a riot, anyway.
tr'Raith>::rolls his eyes and takes another swig of rhennish::
tr'Kuro>Where do you keep getting those!?
tr'Raith>::shrugs::
They finish up their round of shooting shortly after, having a sparse random conversation. Scores are taken (accounting for Raith being drunk) and they take their leave of each other; Raith to do what off duty schitzopaths normally do, Kuro to shower for once...
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