"Daddy, I'm not so sure about all of this..." Rebecca said as she tagged along behind her father. The two had just finished lunch and were heading to the shooting range.
"Trust me, it's for your own good." Okins replied.
"I don't even know which one I should get." she said. "I don't know anything about blasters or weaponry."
"That's what I'm here for." He said.
As they entered the establishment, Rebecca couldn't help but feel incredibly uncomfortable. The walls were covered in different sized pistols, rifles, canons, and other various weapons she couldn't quite identify. While her father spoke to the employee behind the desk, she walked over to one of the display cases and and looked at the different rifles. The longer she looked at them, the more she wanted to run out of the establishment and head for home.
"Rebecca, c'mon." Okins said, waving her over as the clerk led them to the shooting area. It was a narrow aisle way with a chair and table in the center of the shooting area. Several meters away there was a body-shaped target hanging on the back wall. The clerk set a box of various blasters down on the table and returned to the front.
"Ready?"
"No..." Rebecca said. She stepped forward and peered into the box. There were two smaller pistols and one large rifle. She picked up the smallest of the three and examined it. The weapon was a bit chunky and she wasn't surprised when it felt uncomfortable to hold.
Okins picked up one of the larger weapons so he could demonstrate how to use it. "Here, hold it like this, wrapping your finger around the trigger. Then, you just lift, aim, and shoot." He raised his arm towards the target across the room and fired. "Simple."
Rebecca had jumped, startled from the blaster's discharge. "Daddy I don't know if I can."
"Of course you can. Here, I'll help you." He placed his hands over her own and positioned them on the blaster properly. "Now, aim, and fire." He guided her arm upwards and helped her press the trigger. The discharge made her jumpy again. "Now it's your turn," he said, removing his hands.
Rebecca swallowed. "Okay..." she took a deep breath and took aim. Her hand wouldn't stop shaking from nerves. The longer she stood there, the more the shaking continued. Finally she fired. The shot missed the target completely. She sighed and dejectedly lowered her weapon to her side. While doing so, she heard a loud bang and promptly dropped the gun as her father fell and braced the chair for support.
In her attempt to lower the weapon, she ended up squeezing the trigger and shooting a bolt right into her father's foot.
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