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It was a fairly early morning for Gemma, she laid out all her cleaning supplies and then Bolt n'Kisses on the table. An hour passed before she was able to place the blasters back in their holsters and attach them to her hips. She then spent the next half hour switching the contents of the table from cleaning solvents to the regular electrical components of her career. She hummed as the table was then scoured with servos, trinkets, motors and wires.
Gemma tried to calm her mind as much as she could in order to prepare herself for her day. Since her last mission and how it didn't exactly end as Arok, Jaz or Gemma had thought, but thankfully, Jaz had offered to teach her how to shoot so it wouldn't happen again. She left the Dust Runner and walked to where Jaz and her had arranged to meet. It was confusing to Gemma; she was standing outside a racetrack but she was going to be trained in shooting.
There was a fleeting thought about the weird red-headed man and his tactics, but who was Gemma to judge. She walked up to the front entrance and knocked on the door. There wasn't a response, so she knocked again, but still nothing replied to her knock.
“Kriff, Jazi! Open the damn door.”
Gemma tried to calm her mind as much as she could in order to prepare herself for her day. Since her last mission and how it didn't exactly end as Arok, Jaz or Gemma had thought, but thankfully, Jaz had offered to teach her how to shoot so it wouldn't happen again. She left the Dust Runner and walked to where Jaz and her had arranged to meet. It was confusing to Gemma; she was standing outside a racetrack but she was going to be trained in shooting.
There was a fleeting thought about the weird red-headed man and his tactics, but who was Gemma to judge. She walked up to the front entrance and knocked on the door. There wasn't a response, so she knocked again, but still nothing replied to her knock.
“Kriff, Jazi! Open the damn door.”