Lola perked up. "I wanna blast somethin', maybe even run through a training course." The reptilian looked her in the eyes for a few moments, and Lola sensed he was amused by her. "Good timing. I was just about to call you all back for just that as the armorers cleared a few blasters." With a wave of his hand, he led the women along, and soon a woman's voice echoed through the ship's intercom. "SOG One report to central hangar bay. SOG One to hangar bay." Vardossk waved the others over to him.
"Well," the Trandoshan began outside of the training room. "Now that you know what the intercom sounds like, here we are. These pieces you picked out are certified to function by a blastersmith on board, but I won't let you run them in field until I know you can safely use it and that they actually work." The rolling table indeed boasted an array of battered, yet well loved blasters. Finally, smiled Lola, as the Colonel continued. "I'll be sending you to the shooting range, first, then through a live firing course, but with blaster resistant bots that shoot sting rounds. Non lethal, but be wary."
Mina frowned at the blasters. "Shouldn't we use the same blasters for power pack commonality?" "You would think, but standard SOP isn't standard for the scavs you'll be posing as, Lieutenant." "Ah, I see," she nodded.
The fur adorned woman looked at the blasters with fascination, and picked up an ion blaster with a perforated barrel. Lola pressed the chipped dark oak stock against her shoulder and felt the right center of balance. "What's in this green pouch on the stock, Colonel? Power packs?" Vardossk nodded. "And the gas canister's been refilled." "Splendid," Lola replied. The others picked their own weapons, all equally as individualistic, though quite different in make.
The crew went through the range and live fire course whose walls shifted for each member, and Lola was clipped on her shoulder, though floored the droid with an ion blast. Vanessa rubbed her arm and winced as they walked out to the area they first started in.
"Whoever programmed those mechanized minions knows their stuff!" she remarked, which the Colonel replied. "Those have the combat intelligence from recovered veteran tactical droids," he then explained. "Glad to see none of you took a direct hit-" Vardossk paused slightly at the end of that, though, and shot Mina a look. "Except Mina here was shot on the side of her torso by that trick shot, hence that crying you heard, earlier." Everyone laughed at that, and Mina looked at the floor dejectedly. "But it really hurt," she whined.
Vardossk shook his head with a smile and jabbed her in the arm. "Yeah? I'm just gibing you because it was pretty funny, Lieutenant. Even if no one had been hit, we're still heading to the gear requisition office to make sure you all have combat medical kits and training." He glanced at the Twi'lek. "It's all simple and easy to carry. Won't let you go in the field without medical gear." Kyl'likki looked away and adjusted a lekku over her shoulder, and Lola hummed at that. There's a story, there.
The crew ventured to the office, and a medical officer was called in to teach combat medical essentials for several hours, and Buddy assisted with explaining and served as an assistant several times. Each member had to demonstrate a fundamental knowledge, and everyone passed with flying colors. They were awarded their combat medipacks, and after a few more lessons on varied topics with Mina even giving the primer on detainment techniques and proper use of binders alongside the instructor, Vardossk presented their ID cards to them. Lola took hers, and studied it. "Trainee, huh? I'll take it."
"And so will I." replied Vardossk. "Alright, crew, that does it until I decide you're due for further training, so until you get the fall in order on the intercom for SOG One, get your kits back to the ship, keep your ID's handy, and get some personal time in. Dismissed!" Everyone mulled around for several moments, and the Trandoshan wandered away with Kyl'likki in tow. The two then vanished behind a bend at a nearby junction.
"Hey, Lola?" Vanessa asked apprehensively. "I'm listening." "Is that real fur?" "You gonna get mad at me if it is?" Lola asked with a bite. "No, not at all!" replied Vanessa. "Just wondering." "Well, thank goodness, and it's not, actually. These are my travelin' furs, easy to wash and keep fluffy. I'm told they're blaster proof, even."
"Speaking of blasterproofing," began Zylas. "I'm gonna get the blasters we'll be using and double check them." Lola nodded at that. "Mine had some cool down issues, maybe you could check it out?"
Zylas nodded. "Yeah, sure thing." He turned to Mina. "I'll get you a little somethin' for your blaster, too, 'kay?" Mina nodded, then fidgeted with a shoulder strap. Ugh. That's how you keep runnin' him off, sugar! Quit being weird!
Buddy then piped up. "Yeah, any chance you got any spare blasters on hand? Vintage?" Zylas nodded at that. "Follow me, got just the rifle. You like cherry finish?" "Cherry's cherry to me," he replied. "Let's see what you got."
The two men strolled away, and soon after Mina's face grew flush as she hurried off after the two. Vanessa smirked at that, and turned to Lola. "She can't take her eyes off that Jango Fett lookin' guy, the one you like. They're called what, Mando-Manda-somethin's? I can't remember," she shrugged. "Mandalorians, though he and I are friends," Lola replied, and the woman beside her nodded as she swept her hair back. "Oh, oh, okay." Ooh, you like him!
Lola looked up at her. "The Jango Fett lookin' guy, so you call him, that one's Zylas." "Zylas," Vanessa nodded. "Yeah, he's the first one I've seen in real life. Only heard stories about 'em, otherwise." Lola nodded at that. "I've met Jango's son, Boba, before, back when I was on Jabba's payroll." "That had to have been somethin' to see, yeah?" she replied, impressed with that. Lola nodded. "Speakin' of somethin' to see, you should ask the Colonel about our adventure on Panna Prime, sometime," she smiled. "Yeah, okay, I'll be sure to," the uniformed woman beside her nodded. The two women left, as well, and Lola noticed the woman's jet black hair was a stylized mullet with the front spiked back.
Lola then hummed. "So, I've been wondering, what's the story to that mint fighter I seen you in, earlier? That isn't Imperial." "Well, let's go get some caf, and I'll tell you." Might as well. "Sure."