Target Practice
Rockman had come to terms, albeit slowly, that the warehouse wasn't a potential deathtrap, and Rock was free to come and go as he pleased. The lack of complaining in the back of Rock's head was nice too.
But the going ons of the various worlds had not been forgotten and it left Rockman edgy. With nothing to take his attention away from his lack of ability to do anything, he could only brood on the fact. He was suppose to be the hero after all. He shouldn't be sitting around doing nothing.
Right now he was leaned up against the outside the warehouse, bookbag next to him as Rock skimmed a datapad for info on beam sabers. Rockman wanted to know more about the weapon and, more importantly, its weaknesses in case he ever had to go up against one again. Rock thought it might be something to distract his other with. There hadn't been much luck so far.
But the going ons of the various worlds had not been forgotten and it left Rockman edgy. With nothing to take his attention away from his lack of ability to do anything, he could only brood on the fact. He was suppose to be the hero after all. He shouldn't be sitting around doing nothing.
Right now he was leaned up against the outside the warehouse, bookbag next to him as Rock skimmed a datapad for info on beam sabers. Rockman wanted to know more about the weapon and, more importantly, its weaknesses in case he ever had to go up against one again. Rock thought it might be something to distract his other with. There hadn't been much luck so far.