**A New Game Plan**

Prompt: Gunsmith cats fanfiction may convinces rally to start a firearms class for woman who have been domestically abused to teach them how to protect themselves

Rally Vincent leaned back in her chair, the dim light of the gunsmith's workshop illuminating the myriad of tools scattered about. The familiar scent of gun oil and metal filled the air, but today it was the weight of a different kind of tension that pressed against her. She rolled a spent cartridge between her fingers, lost in thought. Despite her usual confidence, she felt a flicker of uncertainty about the proposal brewing in her mind. It all started with a simple phone call from an old friend, who wished to help out a shelter that supported women escaping domestic abuse. Rally had always had a soft spot for those who needed saving. Her heart was tugged by the idea of empowerment, especially when she learned that many of these women felt trapped, cornered by their circumstances, stripped of their autonomy. “Rally,” her friend had pleaded over the phone, “some of these women just need to feel safe. They need the skills to defend themselves.” The idea had struck a chord in her. If she could teach them to wield firearms safely and effectively, maybe they could reclaim their sense of security and power. The thought ignited a flame within her, but quickly, a shadow of doubt clouded her mind. Was she ready to take on that kind of responsibility? Was she prepared to handle the emotional burden that came with teaching vulnerable women how to defend themselves? The memory still echoing in her mind, Rally tapped her fingers on the desk and resolved to call a meeting. If she was going to lead this venture, she needed a solid plan. With a flick of her wrist, she activated the speaker on her phone. “Hey, Bean,” Rally said when her friend’s familiar voice chimed through the line. “Can you come over? I think I’ve got an idea.” The response was instant. “I’m on my way!” Bean, her partner in crime and tech guru, breezed into the workshop within the hour, wearing her signature hoodie, eyes bright with excitement. “What’s in the works, Rally? You sound serious.” “I want to start a firearms class for women at the shelter. We could teach them self-defense, safe handling, basic marksmanship… all of it. But I need your help to flesh it out.” Bean folded her arms, her expression shifting to one of contemplation. “That’s a big deal, Rally. Are you sure you want to deal with that? It could be emotionally taxing.” Rally sighed, running a hand through her hair, which had begun to show signs of its usual disarray. “I know, but isn’t it worth it? Gun ownership can give them a sense of control back, and I’d hate to see anyone else go through what I’ve seen—or worse.” A moment of silence enveloped them, the gravity of Rally's words hanging in the air. Finally, Bean nodded slowly. “Okay, let’s do it. We can start by setting up a workshop, maybe even partnering with that shelter. We’ll need to design a curriculum that emphasizes both knowledge and empowerment.” Excitement thrummed in her veins, but with it came the weight of responsibility. Over the next few days, Rally and Bean worked tirelessly, developing lesson plans that balanced firearm education together with lessons on situational awareness and personal safety. They digested the psychological aspects of trauma and how to approach the subject delicately. It was crucial for them to create a safe space where the women could feel supported and at ease. Weeks passed, and the first class drew near. Rally stood at the front of the workshop, a projection screen flickering with the class’s logo. The little room was filled with tension—her own anxiety surged as she looked over at the pair of nervous young women seated in front of her. “Welcome, and thank you for being here,” she began, forcing an encouraging smile even as her heart raced. “Today’s class is about empowerment. Learning to wield a firearm responsibly isn’t just about the weapon; it’s about taking back control of your life.” As she spoke, she found her footing, feeding off the women’s energetic presence. They engaged her with questions, their nervousness slowly melting away as the class progressed. By the time they transitioned from theory to practical training, they were laughing, the camaraderie blossoming between them. Rally taught them the importance of standing tall, of knowing their worth. Each woman took turns handling the firearms, nerves transforming into determined focus. With every shot fired, Rally could see pieces of doubt and hesitation dissolve, replaced by empowerment. As the days turned to weeks, the change became more visible. During their final class, the energy was electric. The women had formed bonds, sustained by shared experiences, and confidence surged in the atmosphere. With each target they hit, they cheered each other on, their laughter and cheers echoing throughout the workshop. After the class, as everyone began to disperse, one of the participants, Lisa, approached Rally. “Thank you. I didn’t think I could ever feel this strong again.” Rally smiled, her heart swelling with pride. “You’re the one who did this. You all did. Remember that.” Word of the class spread, drawing in more women eager to learn how to take control of their lives. Rally discovered that while teaching firepower had been her initial intention, she had also inadvertently fostered a nurturing community where stories were shared and hope began to flourish. Months later, Rally stood outside under the clear blue sky, watching as the women gathered for a local self-defense rally they had organized. Each one wore the pin they had designed together, proudly emblazoned with the phrase "Empower and Protect." With a smile, Rally watched as they spoke, animated and passionate, taking part in discussions not just about firearms but also about building safe havens and support networks. They were no longer just survivors; they were thriving, reclaiming their narratives with strength and solidarity. For Rally Vincent, this journey had become far greater than firearms. It was a mission woven through the fabric of resilience—a reminder that in the darkest of times, empowerment could ignite a light that not only protected oneself but also uplifted those around them.