Balac gave a stretch, his muscles still a bit stiff from his time lying unconscious. He stood, awaiting his chance to speak to Skarr about the Mandalorian that had stunned him. Meanwhile, the two sniper teams assigned to him walked up.
“Sir, teams Delta and Zeta, awaiting instructions,” one of the men said after a crisp salute.
Balac kept his silence, running an eye over the men and their weapons. After a long minute in which the men had started slight nervous movements, Balac spoke.
“Meet me at the target range, I want to see if you’re truly deserving of being a sniper team.”
His words were met with silence, as Balac had expected. Snipers could see themselves as an elite amongst soldiers. The power of life and death in their trigger fingers. A mere thought capable of smiting a distant target who had no knowledge of the impending doom, and likely would never gain that knowledge.
“Move!” Balac barked. The four men exchanged glances, then saluted and turned towards the target range.
Balac turned back to Skarr, who was watching as the squad took off to their stations. Walking up to him, Balac took off his helmet.
“Skarr...” Balac started. He couldn’t find the words to say. Any way to explain his thoughts about the man who shared his family’s last name. Nor the desire to describe how he had fallen into a trap like an amateur. Instead he merely gave a curt nod, “Good luck.”
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Kad made his way into the camp, thoughts of the attack rolling through his mind.
Jarthuun stalked up to him, “Where are the others from your squad? Dral and Quelix haven’t reported back yet.”
Kad looked through the video files on his datapad. Each member of the Death Watch in his squad had recorded every moment of the recon. He found Dral’s recording and played it back. He watched in fascination as the Mando danced with one of the SCOPEtroopers. Proceeding to land a blow with his dear poisoned vibro-shiv, he had turned his attention to another, smaller trooper. Kad felt a slight shiver of disgust run through him at Dral’s careless behavior, as well as at the trooper proceeding to thoroughly end Dral’s life.
“Well,” Kad said, “There’s half of your answer.”
Jarthuun scowled, “What about Quelix?”
“Let me check,” Kad started. As he scrolled through the recordings, a voice interrupted them.
“Quelix reporting.”
Jarthuun spun, his voice a low growl as he asked, “Where have you been, and why were you separated from Dral?”
“That glory-seeking
di’kut ran off to find a worthy opponent!” Quelix looked around Jarthuun and shot a glance towards Kad, “He knew Dral’s tendencies, yet he brought him anyway.”
“What are you implying?” Kad asked quietly.
“Enough!” Jarthuun roared. Having switched to the Mando’s personal com channel, the shout blasted into their ears. “We have more to worry about than this. If we divide our forces over such petty rivalries, we’d never get anything done. Kad, this will be discussed later. Dismissed!”
Kad spun around and went to find B’arin, looking at the dot labeled Balac on his datapad.
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Balac entered the shooting range, walking towards the two sniper teams waiting for him. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got. Two shots each, take out these two targets.” Balac motioned to two of the farthest targets. “Delta, you’re up first.”
The two men of team Delta walked up to the line. The first one to reach the line went prone and took aim, giving data to his partner who confirmed it. After a few seconds, a shot lanced out and struck the electronic target. A buzz sounded for a confirmed hit.
“Good, now switch roles.” Balac stated calmly.
They hesitated. Balac guessed that the hectic situation around the base hadn’t given them much time to practice both roles.
“A problem?” Balac asked.
Without a word, the second man in the team went prone and took aim. They went through the same ritual. With a slowly released breath, the sniper fired, hitting the target, albeit less accurately than his partner.
Balac gave a slight shake of his head. “You two,” he said, directing his words to team Zeta, “Same exercise, I will be watching to make sure you follow my instructions. Delta, you get to practice. Continue this exercise until both of you have passable accuracy.”
“Sir, with all due respect, we don’t have the ammo or the time to sit here wasting shots!” The lead man of Delta said, staring defiantly.
“Well, then I guess you’d better sharpen up your skill quickly?” Balac shot back calmly. “One shot, one kill. If you have the chance to miss, even slightly, that’s one more enemy soldier that can kill you or another man here. Speed is a great factor in taking down your enemy, but if you can’t hit him, then go grab an E-11. If you want to waste shots on a single target, put down that rifle.”
The man went silent, the thought of being lumped in with a typical trooper had to sting their pride.
“No? Well then, take aim.” Balac said dismissively and walked to the shooting station next to the two teams. They kept their eyes on him, obviously wondering what kind of man could dare to think that he knew more about their craft than them. Taking aim at two distant targets with the A280, Balac shifted his aim between them. Sinking into a crouch, he shifted between them once more. Returning his aim to the first target, he fired and shifted his aim quickly to the next, firing again. The shots both registered as bulls-eye hits.
“Any questions?” Ven asked them.
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Not my best, but it's a start to breaking the writer's block.
Balac is trying to shape up the two sniper teams to his satisfaction. He tries and fails to confide in Skarr about the Death Watch member Kad Verec. If you want to pursue that conversation Skarr, feel free. Info necessary for that is that Balac recognizes the name and feels oddly conflicted about the implication of having a family member in the Death Watch ranks.
A reminder to all, Kad Verec lives through this story.