Bang!
The bullet went right through the target. Causing an explosion of liquids as the fragile material shattered upon impact. She was glad she was taking ti to practice hitting targets like this. She felt it when she fired the revolver against her counterpart but it really was pulling to one side.
The exploded glass bottle littered the fence she set it on top of. Soaking the wood in a weak beer. She walked over as she picked up another one. She was using expired drinks as target practice. She set it on the fence and then walked back over to her position.
Spotting Marcus as he walked over with a datapad. They had taken up temporary residence in Vanityville for the ti being. Hopefully the war would not leak out over to this planet. But for the ti being they had to fit in. Which is partially the reason she had adopted such an ancient western cowboy outfit.
She was dressed in jeans, combat boots and then a leather belt with a fancy belt buckle. Then she had a leather holster where her revolver and her ammunition stayed. Then her loose white short sleeve shirt with a sports bra underneath. She had a coat as well but it was fur lined and too hot for the planet so she left it on the ship. Then there was the green bandana she wore and her hat. Which she actually ca around to really like.
"What is wrong Marcus?" Salem asked as she looked at him while reloading her gun.
"Ram was wrong about the ti tables." Marcus answered as he looked at what she was doing and sighed. Today he had drawn the short straw and ended up with the boring duties they were supposed to be doing. Salem was treating this impromptu disabled ship as a vacation. So most of the team were realizing and getting to know one another better. "The ship will take a month and a half even with the locals’ help. While the communication equipnt can be salvaged in a week, shorter if we cannibalize the locals equipnt."
Salem shook her head. "No, their things are their things, leave them alone. Besides that would keep us out of all communication so we would not know if an ergency arises that we need to know about." Salem pointed out as she turned around and raised five bottles into the air with her telekinesis.
"Haa... fine. Then we need to take up residence in the inn and blend in until we can leave. Then what about the other things?" Marcus asked with a sigh.
"Drakon is fine in the prison and as far as I can tell the anomaly disappeared after we blew up the top part of the mountain." Salem told him with a chuckle. She had decided to give Drakon a chance to live. But for now for everyone else’s safety he was locked up in the local cell where a deaf man was watching him.
She also blew up the top part of the bandit’s hideout mountain. When they went back to take a look after the explosion, which looked normal, it appeared that the liquid mirror anomaly had completely disappeared. She figured for the ti being it would be best that the locals forget about the event and everything surrounding it and Mada Oracle agreed.
Mada Oracle was like the village chief or high elder of the village. Everyone listened to her no matter the age. It did not matter whether or not she used her psychic abilities. They all listened and Salem had a feeling that it was not any form of conditioning or brainwashing. It was just loyalty and trust. It might do her good to stay here for a month and study under the older woman. She knew a few tricks that could help Salem.
"Okay. Then I suppose that is it..." Marcus marked a few last things before nodding. "All the supplies are going to the right place and Dag is on duty today at the guardhouse. So... what are you doing to relax?" Marcus asked.
Salem raised an eyebrow while looking at him then flung the expired bottles up into the air behind her. Using her telekinesis to throw them at varying strengths. She then spun around and looked up while raising her revolver and firing.
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!
The bottles blew up in the air. She went from the one at the highest altitude down to the one that was on the fence. She then waited a mont as the glass shrapnel and liquids fell to the ground. Then she turned back to him. "What is your point?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to... hang out while we are here to you know-" Marcus was so nervous she almost felt bad about interrupting him.
"You want to have sex to release stress." Salem asked with a chuckle. Causing the person that was eaves dropping on their conversation to spit out their drink in surprise. The old man at the back of the building began coughing profusely while Marcus’ face went red.
"Umm... yes." Marcus shuffled nervously for so reason.
"Sure, et in my room tonight." Salem told him. "I do not care for that fluffy crap. So do not try any of that. I do want to be bothered with so relationship crap." Salem told him as she grabbed another bottle and moved over to the fence to set it up again.
"I... yes, I understand." Marcus looked a bit crestfallen as he walked away. But Salem had been waiting to turn him down hard for a while now. She had known since a while back that he started developing feelings for her. But she had no ti for any of that stuff, plus it would only make things harder later down the line.
As she set up the bottle she looked down at her gun and then the sky. Maybe she could get Jace’s advice about modifying her revolver. She still felt sothing about the gun was off and he might know just what to do.
She took a peak into his mind and sighed at the sight. He was busy, she would ask later.
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