Forced Relocation 9.99:
Requirements of the Job

by Fur and Fantasy
PG-13
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"Hay, Jake," Ebon's voice called the lean tom from his workbench in the Hanger, "Busy?"

"Not anymore," Jake grinned, tossing a wrench into the toolbox as he finished the latest tweaking on the Turbokat. "What's on your mind, Ebon?"

"Being slightly less dependant," he smiled slightly. "I'd like to learn how to use a blaster, and some basic combat."

"Uhm, okay," Jake said, surprised by the requests. "You had some training before, right?"

"In theory," he nodded with a slight grimace. "I was good on the riffle, never had the discipline for real training though, and usually did better when I didn't follow instructions.

"Heh," Jake chuckled, "I know how that goes. What do you want to start with? Hand-to-hand, or blaster training?"

"Blaster," he chuckled nervously. "Less hazardous to my health."

"Ebon, you know I wouldn't hurt you seriously," Jake said honestly, putting a hand on the black tom's shoulder. "But that's no problem. Want to start now?

"I know that, it's me I don't trust that well," he murmured. "There's a lot in here that likes the idea of hurting others," Ebon tapped his head. "A lot I don't trust very much."

"I know how that goes," Jake nodded. "Best way to beat it is to keep practicing. So, I'm guessing you want to start now?"

"Yeah, at least find out how I can handle a firearm."

"Well, if you had ballistic weapons back home, they're pretty much the same until you're an Enforcer. They're the ones with the energy weapons. Come on back to the target range."

"Ballistic was all anyone had," Ebon chuckled slightly and followed Jake back. "Though all I ever handled was a riffle."

"Well, a pistol's different from that, but mainly in handling it. Aim's mostly a matter of pulling your range in a lot."

"I honestly have no idea what you just said." Ebon chuckled softly.

"Okay," Jake chuckled, opening the door to the target range and picking out one of the smaller guns, taking the clip out of it. "How much of the training do you want on this? Maintenance, safety, aim, everything? Or just marksmanship?"

"Start with how to shoot just who I intend to, and work out from there." He said a little grimly. "I know it's not the right way, but priorities are a little off at the moment, given it's not my weapon. That and I'd rather you didn't have to keep all the weapons locked up anymore."

"Okay," Jake nodded. "Though keeping them locked up's something we should have been doing all along, especially once we knew that people had a habit of getting down here when they shouldn't. Definitely don't like to think about what the MetalliKats could have done with some of the stuff down here."

Ebon winced. "No kidding. I was just thinking of the couple days you spent Ebon-proofing down here."

Jake nodded, and grabbed a couple targets. "No problem. Want to grab a couple sets of headgear, we'll get started? You won't have them in the field, but I kinda like being able to hear in the same day I'm practicing."

"Well, hopefully It'll never be for real in an echo chamber," the black tom grinned slightly and scanned the room for the headgear. He grabbed a pair and walked towards Jake.

"Don't need an echo chamber if you're firing more than one shot," Jake pointed out. "Most people can't hear right for a few minutes after one without hearing protection, if they're close to it. Mainly something to keep in mind. Why don't you put the gear on and show me where to start?"

The black tom raised an eyebrow at that. "I take it pistols are a hell of a lot louder than the semi-auto rifles." He commented and pulled a set on after handing the other to Jake. "First thing is to make sure there isn't a round in the chamber."

"Good," Jake nodded, pulling on the earphones and raising his voice. "And a big part of it is where you're shooting - with buildings around, it echoes naturally."

Ebon nodded understanding and watched as Jake want through the motions of checking the chamber for a round and ejecting the round that was there.

"Okay," Jake said as he closed it. "Right now, the safety's on - won't fire until you take it off. I'd like to run through how to hold it so you don't hurt your shoulders before that."

He nodded easily. "I know that part is very different from what I'm used to."

"Right," Jake nodded, handing the pistol to Ebon. "Square up the way you think you should, and I'll make corrections from there."

After a moment of uncertainty Ebon settled into a fairly relaxed stance with his right shoulder and hip towards the target, the pistol just below his shoulder and at nearly full extension. He tried a couple different hand grips before settling on having both hands around the grip and his right trigger finger along the trigger housing, ready to slip in.

"Okay," Jake nodded. "Try straightening up a bit, so that when it recoils, both arms will take the force." He helped adjust the black tom as well as he could. "And raise it a bit so that you're looking straight through to your target."

"Okay," he did his best to comply, though the new posture was significantly less comfortable. "I have no idea how to aim like this, the target's gone."

"Hold it - gone? How so?"

"Covered by hand and weapon," he tried to explain, "and I can't focus. Looks like two barrels and no target."

Jake nodded, frowning slightly as he put it together with a few other things he remembered - mostly times Ebon had missed things being tossed to him, even close up. "Did the doctor ever check your eyes when you went in for therapy? Sounds like one of them's a lot more dominant than the other."

"No, just that I had good vision." He lowered his arms slightly into what felt more natural, where he could see everything again. "But I used to, right eye. Used to have horrible vision in general though too."

"Hmm - we might want to have that checked some time, then. Explains some of the trouble you've been having catching things, though. Can you focus like that? The main problem with the way you were standing before is that most of the force will come straight back into your shoulder that way, and you don't have a stock to brace with."

"I can aim like this," Ebon nodded slightly, then shifted his arms back up and turned his head to look only through the left eye. "This works too, I think."

"Let's try it with your arms lower for now - just trying the standard approach. One thing to remember when you're shooting is that the recoil will carry it up more than with a rifle - your elbows will try to bend to handle the force, but that's normal."

"Should I let it?"

"To some extent," Jake nodded. "Don't let it take the gun out of your hand, though it shouldn't be that bad. You can fight it, but the more you do the harder it'll be on you later. If you're going to be shooting for a sustained period of time, I'd suggest not fighting too hard at first - let yourself adjust. The less you fight, though, the more it'll screw with your accuracy."

"In other words, practice and find the balance that works best for me." He cocked a grin. "Okay, so basic safety and load it, see how I do on instinct?"

"Kind of what I figured," Jake smiled. "This one's got a fairly heavy trigger pull, so it's not likely to go off without trying to fire it. Certainly not a hair trigger. Make sure that it's unloaded before you try cleaning it, and never make some of the mistakes I've heard of with people who look into the barrel to see if it's loaded. If you keep the safety on, you should be okay for the basics."

Ebon just groaned and rolled his eyes. "No one that stupid survives hauling a semi-auto rifle around for three months, but the point is taken." He dropped the pistol to one hand, notably careful about not pointing it at anything living as it and he moved. "Much less the grenade range."

Jake chuckled slightly and shook his head. "Agreed, but it's amazing how stupid people can be after a while. Especially when they're sure the gun's not loaded. Want to take it off safety now, see how well you do?"

"Ammo would be useful too," he grinned slightly.

"Picky, picky, picky," Jake laughed, rolling his eyes in mock-exasperation as he pulled the clip from his pocket. "You want to try loading it, or just watch the first few times?"

Ebon tilted the weapon to the side to check it out. "Looks like what I'm used to, so unless it's prone to explosive jams, I'll give it a try."

"Only with funny rounds, and that's definitely not something we're covering today," Jake half-chuckled, handing the clip to Ebon who snapped it into the hilt with an easy hand.

"Or for a long time, thankyouverymuch. I've had enough of hospitals for a while." He chuckled and stepped up to the firing line and into a slightly different position with his arms up before slipping the safety latch off.

"Okay - the target's out at about ten yards - fairly normal range. Just try to straighten yourself out a bit, and shoot a few rounds - don't try to rush it, just see how close you can get them to the center for now."

"At this range, I'll be happy to hit paper," Ebon said as he forced himself to relax and not think too much as he aimed and pulled the trigger.

Explosion, recoil and settle didn't cause more than a blink as Jake saw aim shift, seeking to translate what was seen to what would hit as another round was fired, this time clipping the right edge of the target, low.

Another round moved up and left; the fourth came faster and to the right and high of center. Three more rounds settled in reasonably around the target chest, though none were in the first two rings.

Only then did Ebon flick the safety back on and drop back to lower the weapon.

"Very different from a riffle, and better than I expected." He said softly as he slowly relaxed.

"Very good, for your first time using a pistol," Jake nodded, bringing the target in and taking off the headphones.

"The riffle shooting helped," he nodded, "I do much better at range."

"Okay - we'll try that next, then. I think we should definitely get your eyes checked soon, though - your vision might be pretty good for seeing things clearly, but I'm guessing that you were seeing the target somewhere it wasn't at first, right?"

Ebon paused to try to put into words what he'd seen. "It's not that, so much as I don't see the aim-to-hit relation." he shook his head. "It's hard to explain, but the world is flat. I just have to figure out what action correlates with what result."

"Depth perception's off, from the sound of it," Jake nodded. "Is it like that at long range, too?"

"It doesn't matter at long range," the black tom said simply. "At some point it levels off, so I can aim like everyone else."

"Okay. Most fighting you wind up doing with a pistol will be at closer ranges - if for no other reason than you don't usually have a reason to be using one when your target's far away. Want to try some target practice further out, trying bringing it in later?"

"Not really," he shook his head. "Close range is what I need to know. I'm not looking to get any combat proficiencies, just a little survival back up option."

"Okay, I just figured you might be able to adjust to the close range gradually." Jake sent a new target out to the same range as the first, and picked up another clip. "Try another set like the last one," he explained as he pulled on the 'headphones' as Ebon loaded the weapon. "If you're feeling like it after we finish a couple clips out, we'll work on a little shooting for specific targets."

"Specific targets?"

"Specific locations on the target," Jake clarified. "Knees, shoulders - locations that don't necessarily kill the target, but will generally keep them from being a threat. Kill shot's definitely going to take a target down, but if you can drop them without having to kill them it's generally a bit easier up here," he said, tapping his head.

"When I can reliably hit without taking too long to aim," he nodded grimly. "I'd rather kill than hit something I didn't intend to."

"That's why I said after some practice," Jake nodded, moving around behind Ebon again. "When you're ready, take the safety off and finish out the clip."


"You're getting better," Jake nodded as he took off the safety gear and looked at the target Ebon had finally emptied the clip into, setting it off to the side and pulling out the first couple to compare. "You're getting a lot better, really. How're you feeling?"

"Utterly uncoordinated." He chuckled weakly. "I think I've stared at those things too long."

"Well, why don't we take a break for awhile then - grab some lunch."

"Works for me," he popped the empty clip out and put the pistol away before stretching with a yawn. "I think my brain only handles one kind of vision at a time." He chuckled.

"Oh? Having a harder time seeing farther out now?"

"Nah, there's one set of parameters that lets me hit a target, and another that's for moving me around." He shrugged. "They don't go-exist well."

"Well, that's something we'll have to work on," Jake chuckled. "Definitely need to take a break before we move on to any more training, though."

"You'll get no argument from me, especially when it means you're cooking." He grinned at the only one of the three that had any skill in the kitchen.

"Any requests?" Jake chuckled as they started back up to the main rooms.

"Ummm, honestly, not really. You haven't made anything I didn't like yet."

"Okay then," Jake grinned. "You want to go wash up a bit, I'll get lunch started?"

"Sure, though it's more fun with you," he winked playfully.

"Well, I didn't think washing your hands would turn into anything more," Jake smirked.

"Oh, I was thinking of a more full-body wash," he purred, ghosting his tail between Jake's legs.

"Planning on working up a real appetite," Jake purred back, his tail swishing behind him. "Sure you're coordinated enough for that?"

"I think I can manage hold and thrust," Ebon smirked and nip-nuzzled Jake's neck. "I'm not that out of it."

"That's good," Jake rumbled, turning to hold Ebon. "Want to save time, or give the bed a workout before the shower?"

"The bed is more conformable," he consented and pulled Jake into a very possessive kiss, "even if the shower's more erotic."

"Well, it's up to you," Jake rumbled, his tail playing along Ebon's leg. "I'd probably be fine if you wanted to take me right here in the hall," he smirked.

"You make a tempting offer, you know." He purred deep in his chest. "But I think I want you wet and begging."

"That begging part's going to take some doing," Jake smirked. "Sure you're up to the challenge?"

"It's going to be fun either way," he smirked back and moved them towards the shower room. "I like win-win situations."

Forced Relocation 9.99: Requirements of the Job

PG-13
Het Level is None
Slash Level is Slash Smut Level is Very Low
Femslash Level is None
Herm Level is None

16 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Closed-Unfinished
Written August 6, 2002 by Rauhnee Ranshanka, Todd McCall and Karl Wolfemann

Setting: SWAT Kats

Primary Races: Kat

Contents: Furry. Slash (M/M). Challenge Response

Pairings: Jake Clawson/Ebon Black

Blurb: With Ebon feeling more like this is home, he asks for some training at the target range to protect himself.

Disclaimer: All things taken directly from the sources listed under 'Fandoms' belong to the owners of those shows. No harm is intended and we're definitely not making any money. Now, the things we created are ours, and if you see 'Non-FanFic' up there, it's probably all ours.

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