ImperialMilitary
First Post
The door hissed open and closed and another stormie entered the firing range. Anyone who took notice of his entrance would see a man with short brown hair and bright blue eyes. His helmet was tucked under his right arm, and he appeared to be chewing gum. He paused a moment to glance at the group and gave a polite nod and set his helmet down before removing his blaster rifle from it's holster and setting a target up down range. He liked this part of his off duty routine the least, preferring to spend his time practicing his hand to hand and K'tara, but business before pleasure. Spend some time in the firing range and then he got to relax. "Got to stay sharp." Talking to himself was a bad habit he'd yet to break.