Buckler wasn’t sure about making the stranger hunt with him, but he had to adapt to Captain Fonn’s rare changes. So he came with his partner to the gearhouse, which was kept by a young, fully natural girl in work overalls, whose name Buckler planned to never learn.
The droid never objected, so Buckler prepared him a kit of basic supplies: magnetic charges, radar, pulse drives, and a laser rifle. That last piece of equipment was a precision tool, and Buckler realized that the stranger might not know his way around a firearm. He certainly had trouble with operating the new hand Buckler had found for him.
He took the stranger to the firing range. He gave the droid a pistol, and set the course to begin. The stranger immediately shifted into an unconventional pose which Buckler found dimly familiar, holding the blaster over a bent arm to keep it from moving.
The first targets appreared. Instantly, the droid fired three shots, and all three targets went down.

“We should be heading out soon,” Buckler told him.