You are currently at the shooting range, practicing your skills with a gun but you are failing miserably as you continue

While reloading you stopped your trances to hear a sarcastic chuckle from behind, you turned to see Hux leaning by the door frame crossed arms and faint smugness

"You should give up, you are just wasting the bullets and you are a bad asset to Harp, to be honest." Hux chuckles taunting you