Old Western Gunslingers
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Old Western Gunslingers
Paolo Donovan trudged through the Gubernatorial Palace having dealt once again with the enemy of all government officials, paperwork. While his staff was good at keeping on top of the day to day stuff some things like contingency plans required his personal attention and presence. Passing the training area he heard a steady *Thonk* repeat over and over as he drew close. After being cleared by the Governors Own he stuck his head in to see the "little governor" as she was so affectionately known practicing her swordsmanship on a wooden dummy.
"Good form but wouldn't you rather shoot your opponent before he got that close to you?" Donovan piped up startling Syr from her trance.
"Oh, General Donovan I didn't see you there." She replied giving a short bow. A dark cloud seeming to hang over her and while she was more active than the last time he had saw her it was clear grief weighed heavily on her shoulders."I would love to learn to shoot but my hands are to small." she said holding up one of her petite hands. "Anything small enough for me to use would be too small to do any worth whiled damage to what I target."
A glance was all Donovan need to see that it was true. She would have trouble holding on to a standard Laspistol much less a Impler pistol. Walking over he knelled before her and held up his own hand to hers. "I had the same problem in the Underhives growing up. Always did have small hands for a man my size." He told her as she gasped at his hand which was only a little bit bigger than hers. "I favored Autoguns and Stub guns because I could shave down and customize the grips before I got high enough in the ranks to get custom weapons fitted to my hands. Can't shave down a Laspistol, it kills the power packs in the grip. Here lets go to the range and I'll let you try shooting my side arm."
Grinning at her happy sqeee and more animated expressions from the offer they and their guards walked the short distance from the sparing hall to the shoot range down the corridor. "Now young lady whats the most import rule on the range?" he asked her in front of one of the stalls. Straitening up Syr took on a serious expression as she responded "Never point your weapon at anything you don't want to shoot." "Good girl!" he praised. "And the second?" he asked cocking a eyebrow. "Oh, uhm, ah,.... Never walk in front of a active range?" she tried. Having never spent much time learning the range rules as she didn't us it much she was a bit unsure. "Very good! And what must we were at all times?" "Hearing protection!" she sqeed jumping up and down a little. "Correct! Now I'm going to show you what you'll be shooting then we'll put up a target for you."
Pulling his side arm out and laying it on the bench Syr looked at it before cocking her head. "What kind of gun is that?" she asked having never seen anything like it. Donovan chuckled at her before replying "Well it's a one of a kind. When I made Lieutenant-General I contacted a Master Artisan on Svartalfheim to make me a Master work Stub Gun. Well at least at first. You see I like revolvers, see the spinning cylinder?, as it's part of my shooting style. However the Artisan I contacted thought it was too simple for his time so he made a counter offer. First it's chambered for standard Bolter rounds but can fire solid slugs as well. Next he fitted a smaller, less power hungry, version of the Implers electromagnetic pulse accelorator to speed up the projectile but not as fast as a Impler does. Lastly he integrated a link scope, the bumps coming off the sides, to go with the iron sights so I can see whatever I point it at on my HUD."
Syr nodded her head to most of the explanation but frowned as she asked "Why would you need a 'revolver' for your shooting style?" "Want me to show you?" he shot back a mischief twinkling in his eye. Nodding her head a guard handed out earmuffs while a second one hung a Ork Nob target on the line and sent it down range about 75 feet. Loading up all six chambers Donovan holstered the pistol then leaned back slightly with his hand hovering over the gun.
*BEE-CRA,CRA,CRA,CRA,CRA,CRACK-EEP*
Syr didn't want to admit it but she was very impressed. In less than a second he had drew, aimed, and shot all six rounds in the target's head before the buzzer had even finished. Seeing how she was curious as to how he had did it Donovan waved her over and did a dry run much slower as he talked her step by step. "The key in the Western Style as I know it to be called is being the first to draw and shoot. Notice how my holster is very low cut in the front? That means I can pull my gun faster and shoot quicker. Now usually you should hold it at eye level to aim right? It the Western Style the gun barely goes higher than your hips so it takes a lot of practice to know how high or low you need to tilt your gun to shoot at what range and it's different for every gun. See how my non dominant hand is over the gun? That's how I was shooting so fast. While I aim and hold down the trigger with the right hand I "fan" the hammer with the left firing as fast as I can cock the hammer. This lets me shoot my opposite while he is still trying to aim if we draw at the same time. I can show you how to do it later but lets get you shooting the regular way first."
Jane and Frederick walked the halls looking for were Syr had run off to. She was suppose to have been training her sword skills for the last couple of hours but when Jane had swung over to the training hall both she and her guard detail were missing. Rounding a corner they spotted a member of the detail and a Azure Islands Helguard standing outside of the firing range. As they closed the Governors Own held a finger to his lips before pointing inside and opening the door. Curious as to what was going on they huddled next to the door way and peeked inside. Standing at a stall Sry wore a pair of cute pink earmuffs and a pistol in a holster on a belt much to large for her as Donovan leaned on the stalls wall. "Your doing great Syr. Now lets see how you handle this." he said as he sent three targets all the way to the back of the range. "You have three Orks charging you. Shoot them before they make it all the way."
*BEEEEP*
With a snap the targets turned to face Syr and started to roll forward at different speeds. Drawing the pistol she aimed it with just a little bit of wavering before putting a round in the black of the left target. Shifting to the center target she pulled to soon and missed completely. A bit shooken up by the miss she jerked the trigger hitting only white before her fourth shot went through the head. At that point the third target was very close and she shot off both rounds without aiming missing it by a mile. "Not bad, not bad at all." Donovan comforted. "You just got ta learn to take your time and aim is all." Catching sight of the two by the door he knelled down next to her. "Now why don't you go tell your daddy what you've been up too?" he asked as she obediently handed over his gun and belt back. Seeing the new arrives she ran over to tell Jane all about her day as Frederick gave a grateful look at Donovan before they all went their separate ways.
‡‡A/N‡‡ So here's a little piece with Donovan and Syr bonding. Also flushed out Donovan a bit.
"Good form but wouldn't you rather shoot your opponent before he got that close to you?" Donovan piped up startling Syr from her trance.
"Oh, General Donovan I didn't see you there." She replied giving a short bow. A dark cloud seeming to hang over her and while she was more active than the last time he had saw her it was clear grief weighed heavily on her shoulders."I would love to learn to shoot but my hands are to small." she said holding up one of her petite hands. "Anything small enough for me to use would be too small to do any worth whiled damage to what I target."
A glance was all Donovan need to see that it was true. She would have trouble holding on to a standard Laspistol much less a Impler pistol. Walking over he knelled before her and held up his own hand to hers. "I had the same problem in the Underhives growing up. Always did have small hands for a man my size." He told her as she gasped at his hand which was only a little bit bigger than hers. "I favored Autoguns and Stub guns because I could shave down and customize the grips before I got high enough in the ranks to get custom weapons fitted to my hands. Can't shave down a Laspistol, it kills the power packs in the grip. Here lets go to the range and I'll let you try shooting my side arm."
Grinning at her happy sqeee and more animated expressions from the offer they and their guards walked the short distance from the sparing hall to the shoot range down the corridor. "Now young lady whats the most import rule on the range?" he asked her in front of one of the stalls. Straitening up Syr took on a serious expression as she responded "Never point your weapon at anything you don't want to shoot." "Good girl!" he praised. "And the second?" he asked cocking a eyebrow. "Oh, uhm, ah,.... Never walk in front of a active range?" she tried. Having never spent much time learning the range rules as she didn't us it much she was a bit unsure. "Very good! And what must we were at all times?" "Hearing protection!" she sqeed jumping up and down a little. "Correct! Now I'm going to show you what you'll be shooting then we'll put up a target for you."
Pulling his side arm out and laying it on the bench Syr looked at it before cocking her head. "What kind of gun is that?" she asked having never seen anything like it. Donovan chuckled at her before replying "Well it's a one of a kind. When I made Lieutenant-General I contacted a Master Artisan on Svartalfheim to make me a Master work Stub Gun. Well at least at first. You see I like revolvers, see the spinning cylinder?, as it's part of my shooting style. However the Artisan I contacted thought it was too simple for his time so he made a counter offer. First it's chambered for standard Bolter rounds but can fire solid slugs as well. Next he fitted a smaller, less power hungry, version of the Implers electromagnetic pulse accelorator to speed up the projectile but not as fast as a Impler does. Lastly he integrated a link scope, the bumps coming off the sides, to go with the iron sights so I can see whatever I point it at on my HUD."
Syr nodded her head to most of the explanation but frowned as she asked "Why would you need a 'revolver' for your shooting style?" "Want me to show you?" he shot back a mischief twinkling in his eye. Nodding her head a guard handed out earmuffs while a second one hung a Ork Nob target on the line and sent it down range about 75 feet. Loading up all six chambers Donovan holstered the pistol then leaned back slightly with his hand hovering over the gun.
*BEE-CRA,CRA,CRA,CRA,CRA,CRACK-EEP*
Syr didn't want to admit it but she was very impressed. In less than a second he had drew, aimed, and shot all six rounds in the target's head before the buzzer had even finished. Seeing how she was curious as to how he had did it Donovan waved her over and did a dry run much slower as he talked her step by step. "The key in the Western Style as I know it to be called is being the first to draw and shoot. Notice how my holster is very low cut in the front? That means I can pull my gun faster and shoot quicker. Now usually you should hold it at eye level to aim right? It the Western Style the gun barely goes higher than your hips so it takes a lot of practice to know how high or low you need to tilt your gun to shoot at what range and it's different for every gun. See how my non dominant hand is over the gun? That's how I was shooting so fast. While I aim and hold down the trigger with the right hand I "fan" the hammer with the left firing as fast as I can cock the hammer. This lets me shoot my opposite while he is still trying to aim if we draw at the same time. I can show you how to do it later but lets get you shooting the regular way first."
Jane and Frederick walked the halls looking for were Syr had run off to. She was suppose to have been training her sword skills for the last couple of hours but when Jane had swung over to the training hall both she and her guard detail were missing. Rounding a corner they spotted a member of the detail and a Azure Islands Helguard standing outside of the firing range. As they closed the Governors Own held a finger to his lips before pointing inside and opening the door. Curious as to what was going on they huddled next to the door way and peeked inside. Standing at a stall Sry wore a pair of cute pink earmuffs and a pistol in a holster on a belt much to large for her as Donovan leaned on the stalls wall. "Your doing great Syr. Now lets see how you handle this." he said as he sent three targets all the way to the back of the range. "You have three Orks charging you. Shoot them before they make it all the way."
*BEEEEP*
With a snap the targets turned to face Syr and started to roll forward at different speeds. Drawing the pistol she aimed it with just a little bit of wavering before putting a round in the black of the left target. Shifting to the center target she pulled to soon and missed completely. A bit shooken up by the miss she jerked the trigger hitting only white before her fourth shot went through the head. At that point the third target was very close and she shot off both rounds without aiming missing it by a mile. "Not bad, not bad at all." Donovan comforted. "You just got ta learn to take your time and aim is all." Catching sight of the two by the door he knelled down next to her. "Now why don't you go tell your daddy what you've been up too?" he asked as she obediently handed over his gun and belt back. Seeing the new arrives she ran over to tell Jane all about her day as Frederick gave a grateful look at Donovan before they all went their separate ways.
‡‡A/N‡‡ So here's a little piece with Donovan and Syr bonding. Also flushed out Donovan a bit.
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