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[explosive_artist]

 There is an Earth saying, "I feel the need, the need for speed."

 Sabine has never heard it but if she had, she'd be living it right now as she races around the track outside on one of the newer Imperial issue speeder bikes. Sabine hates the Empire and all it stands for, but she has to admit, they get the nicest toys.

  Later, when the speeder bike needs to cool down, she kicks back to enjoy a mug of Mandalorian ale. She has no idea why the bar is looking like one of the more seedy cantina she and Ketsu would look for work, back in the day, but she's not going to let it bother her.

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[runningred]

Jay struts in, dressed like a smuggler. He spots Sabine and lifts one of the plasticy blasters he's carrying, grinning. He points it at the wall and fires, leaving a neon green splat where the paint pellet hits.

He grins again and tosses a blaster to her. "Tag! You're it!" And runs!

{ooc: insto-slow. Stealing a tag on my lunch break.}

[explosive_artist]

She catches the blaster by the handle, because of course you catch a weapon when it's thrown at you, and gives it a spin to test it's weight and balance. Then she finishes off her ale, puts her helmet on, and chases after, firing a shot or two after him. It's more to test the range and handling than anything else.

"You've got heart, even if you are foolish enough to challenge a Mandalorian!"

[runningred]

"Or no brains." Jay calls back, laughing and firing over his shoulder.

He leads her down to a maze of hay-bails and barricades set up as an arena. That's a few paint splotches already.

[explosive_artist]

She dodges to the left and takes note of the speed and range of the projectiles. (Her helmets targeting system stores the info and provides a handy display of the details.)

She runs after, though a little slower, giving him time to get out of sight and then she leaps up onto a hay-bail to gain the higher ground. As soon as she sees him, she fires.

[runningred]

The paint balls move pathetically slow. Enough to swat out of the air if it comes to that. But he did design then for the kids. The slower they move, the less they sting on impact.

She clips his elbow with a splotch of neon yellow as he skids around a corner, laughing warmly as he returns fire.