Links Alight
I sat in my room, restocking the medical supplies for the third time while waiting for my blaster magazines to recharge. "Come on, charge already so I can go practice some more. How much longer is it gonna take?" I checked again.
56%. "Well...I could use the standard issue blaster I guess." I went and checked the space I'd stashed that once I'd gone to the Dragoneye Reaper as my everyday weapon. That too was empty and on the charger.
12% "Oh, right, that was what I'd done this morning."
Ever since Tyro had shown me what Blazing Chains could do in the hands of a master, I'd gotten hooked on practicing with it.
It was, after all, a low-power-required high-skill-ceiling Force ability only limited by creativity.
Given that I'd played on the Gravball team for the Byblos Medical Academy a few years back? Well, one of the things we used to do at practice was play a little trick shooting game called Ronto. You know, stand at a point and call your shot before putting the ball through the hoop?
I'd won my share of meaningless wagers playing Ronto. Of course, I'd lost them too. This was why there was a holo of me singing the Byblos Medical Academy fight song in the nude standing in the fountain among the statuary. That, and the evils of Ipellrilla firewater.
Drunken antics at school, however, are a far cry from where I am now. I'm pretty sure if I could go back in time and tell myself that I was probably going into a millennia-old droid foundry in the next week, surrounded by a squad of Kaleesh that considered me one of their own, younger me probably would have said I was drunk. Before I mentioned that I could use the Force and that my med school bills were paid off.
At that point, younger me would have sat up and started taking notes...then struggled to read them the next morning. Ah, college.
Anyway. I'd been practicing. I'd gotten a number of mannequins and training dummies and placed them throughout a training room I'd marked off for the purpose, marking the dummies with a scarf or a cap or a glove in a different color. I'd set up a target and then turn it into a game of Ronto. "Under Blue Scarf's leg, past Red Hat's head, and into the Green Glove's chest," for example.
I'd managed to shrink my focus to a few chain links wrapped around the bolt, but for some reason the fiery chains never quite went away, like some sort of grip I could seize to move the bolt around.
"Wait a minute. I've got like four more magazines stashed in my supply locker."
I headed for the ship and was met by Ronn--Rondaes. "We're shipping out in the next couple days for the Foundry. You doing some kind of crazy last-minute thing that's going to save a bunch of lives?"
I nodded. "Yes. It probably will."
Rondaes stared at me. Like maybe she was wondering who the heck I thought I was, I wasn't actually Kaleesh, I didn't bel--"Right. How can I help?"
I blinked. That was unexpected. "Blasters. I need every spare blaster we've got, and all the spare mags. I'm studying Blazing Chains, and the Foundry's my final exam."
"You're such a nerd. That's probably why I like you," Rondaes replied, starting to hunt up blasters.
We met back in the training room about an hour later. "All right. So. Normal target range stuff with a blaster would be kinda boring to watch. The lack of recoil on most blasters means more or less perfect marksmanship every time."
"We're not on the range. So you're doing something that isn't normal target range stuff," Rondaes concluded.
I nodded. "Let's...do something a little different. I'm gonna show you the sort of thing I can do...and then you're going to call out shots for me to make." I fired, grabbing hold of the blaster bolt with a gesture and bending it between Red Hat's legs, around Orange Scarf's arm, spinning around Green Glove's neck, before finally having it strike Blue Belt square in the torso...perpendicular from the direction the blaster barrel was pointed.
Rondaes seemed to take a moment taking it in. "Around Green Glove's left leg once, past Blue Belt's eyes, and then hit Orange Scarf in the back," she called.
I fired, twisting the blaster bolt's path to suit her commands. "Next?"
Rondaes picked up one of the blasters. "Behind Green Glove's back, circle both of Red Hat's arms, and then hit Blue Belt." She pointed the blaster at me and fired. It was as if the bolt hung in the air halfway between us for half a breath before I sent the bolt along the flight plan she'd illustrated. "Not bad."
She picked up a second blaster. "Red Hat and Blue Belt in the chest simultaneously." She fired both blasters at me and it was in that moment I knew that with Rondaes' help, we might actually all make it out of the Foundry.
A/N: The Ronto is a racing beast of burden native to Nubia, Core World responsible for both the smooth lines of the Naboo starships and the invention of Gravball. The word "Ronto" also has 5 letters like horse. I'm of half a mind to call this horse-like training game "Blazing Saddles".