Sleepy_Tog
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He remembered the first time they handed his class blasters. Nobody had expected them to be loaded. He had been spared from catching a stray bolt, but not all of them were as lucky. They all had a much larger respect for their weapons now that they understood why the floors in this room were stained and equipped with drains. Trial by fire, the weapons instructor had called it. He often wishes they had taken that more literally.