Hayca smirked at Keller. "He said that we were going to keep doing stuff [b]our[/b] way, didnt he?" She chuckled as she looked over Keller's picks and nodded. "Seems like a fair bet to me. But remember, no cheating. If one of our picks gets 'accidentily' blown into space by a friendly thermal detonator then it doesnt count, alright?" The Imperial Keller placed his bet on thought that it was a good idea to antagonise him by responding with a not so subtle threat. He then walked off to Sekula. Hayca placed a hand on Keller's shoulder and her smile disappeared. "Although I guess we could make an exception for once."

Right at that moment the SBD which had been standing there for a while started moving to the shooting range and guess who stood in it's way. The droid forced its way past both Keller and Hayca. "Aargh! Watch where you're going you useless bucket of bolts!" Who ever programmed that droid should have maybe programmed some manners into that thing. But, atleast it got her mind of the Imperial. She looked over at Keller. "How about we observe some of the rookies at the firing range? Might be able to annoy little old Besky abit aswell, you think he has finally been able to requisition that Z-6 I've been begging for?" She said with a grin. 

She didnt wait for his reply as she was already walking towards the firing range. On her way out she passed the sarge, to whom she gave a nod, and the Imperial. She was very tempted to give him a shove but decided not to, since he was talking to the sarge. Once she got the the firing range the SBD was already tearing through the targets. She walked up to Beskad and interupted what he was doing by ruffeling his hair. "Hey Besk, what are you doing? Something to do with tech or explosives... or both?"