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Luke was glad, as he walked through the doors of the Sensorium, that no trace of the hole he'd cut with his lightsaber remained.  In his haste to get at Steve, he'd not even thought about the consequences of making his own entrance to the place, but things looked normal again.  He'd have held this in the Jedi Temple, but he needed access to weapons that he was pretty sure Stacy, or at least Security, wouldn't have let out of the armory.  And here, any damage to the area would be correctable.  Like he'd told Steve, if they accidentally shot up the walls of the Temple, it could be a problem.

He was looking forward to teaching again, honestly.  Ben was getting to the point in his study of the Force that he only needed guidance, suggestions, rather than direct training.  And Luke loved to teach, having made it a point to get out to the apprentice classes at the praxeum and the Temple when he could get away from administrative duties.

One day, he promised himself, he'd be back in the Temple hearing the laughter of young Jedi again.  It was why he was here.

But for now, he had to focus on getting things set up for Steve.  The young man needed confidence and at least a method of defending himself in a pinch.

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Steve didn't look exactly thrilled to be coming back to the sensoriums for the first time since his ordeal. He'd always been at least a little suspicious of the very nature of the place, but he'd never had a reason to believe his pessimism was actually grounded in real danger.

Still, he was eager to get some actual combat training that didn't require him to go to one of the classes full of people that happened every so often. He had no desire to expose himself to all of them. And besides... maybe, just maybe, Luke would be able to train him into something else.

"Hey Luke," he said as he stepped into the sensorium-- and uneasily looked around.

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Luke turned around from where he was fiddling with one of the blasters the Sensorium had generated and smiled. "Hey there, Steve."

He'd come up with a place that looked more or less like one of the training rooms in the new Jedi Temple, built on Coruscant after the Vong invasion. Big and airy and full of light, it had racks of training lightsabers, wooden poles meant to simulate the reach and weight of other weapons, and two blasters nearby against a wall, with two targets set up a short distance down the room.

"I figure we'll take it easy today and figure out what we should work on first," he said. "What would you like to do?"

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Steve shrugged his shoulders, still looking around the interior of the temple. He never would get used to the bizarre, futuristic architecture from Luke's world.

"I don't know... I was thinking you might know where to start," he said. "It's not like I'm totally helpless. I know how to use guns and I survived a whole zombie apocalypse by winging it..." He looked more than a little proud about that, though his smile faded into a vague smirk. "But like I said, it'd be nice to really know what I was doing."

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"Well, a blaster's probably not the same as what you've used--I'm guessing by 'gun' you mean a weapon that fires a solid projectile?"

Luke was familiar with those--or at least that they existed--but rarely had had occasion to use one, and now preferred his lightsaber anyway. Mara was more of a shooter than he was, but she'd always preferred other weapons to a lightsaber.

He picked up one of the blasters that was more or less like Han's trusty DL-44. "These fire compressed Tibanna gas, and can burn through a lot, or at least do damage. Like this." Luke stepped up to a line in the pattern on the floor, took aim at one of the targets, without using the Force, and fired. It went a little wide from his chosen mark at the center, but the blaster bolt sizzled into the material behind it, leaving a hole charred at the edges.

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"Yeah," Steve confirmed, and reached into his pocket to pull out his Luger. He always kept it on him, and ever since the sensorium incident, he made doubly sure it was loaded and ready at a moment's notice. "Like this."

But he looked far more impressed with the blaster. Wide-eyed, he watched the smoke sizzling from the hole in the target, and an even wider grin spread across his face.

"Sweet."