(( Bare in mind everyone that only Yuga can see the blood in this situation as it's only an psychic apparition. ))
Jag suddenly took an step back, shocked yet expecting Yuga's findings in it's own current state.
Rather then fighting the wave, Jag yielded to it's Captain and bow it's head down towards her.
[B]-----[/B]
Hestia nodded and accepted Vakarus's request, letting him lead the way.
[QUOTE]"You speak like a scholar, Shiny-one. I assume you are familiar with meeting new people regularly?[/QUOTE]
"While, of course Sir Vakarus." Hestia replied cheerfully.
"I've been saving lives non-stop throughout Elysium for about 6.8 years. So I know my way around getting to know new faces."
She said while glancing over Vakarus, looking over his figure momentary before looking back at his barren face.
"But enough about myself, what of you, Sir Vakarus? How does one of your kin end up on an ship such as this?" She asked.
Yanim and Rask opened a panel in the main tunnel, revealing a compartment where various pressurized tanks were kept for excursions. Given that they would soon be returning to the carrier, they opted to simply exchange their nitrogen tanks for fresh ones. They then shuffled on to the armory.
[QUOTE=F T;50433432](( I can fill in Frosty's entry, but I got no idea how to use TVTropes. ))[/QUOTE]
((A good way to figure out how to use TVTropes is by looking at [URL="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Characters/StarpathScoundrels?action=source"]page sources[/URL]. Compare it to the version we see on the actual page and you can probably figure it out from there.))
Vakarus nodded. "You must have some fascinating stories from your journeys."
"As for your question, I'm afraid my presence on this ship was not planned for. I was exiled from my people after instigating a conflict with another species whom had been our friends and neighbours for as long as our collective memory stretches back.
Yanim'atvan was kind enough to give me place on her ship and I have served her warhost with outmost pride. Someday however I wish to return to my people and correct my mistakes."
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As Yanim and Rask entered the armory, Maddox looked up. "Good. You're here."
He motioned for them to come over to where he was standing, namely one of many tables next to the firing range.
Maddox opened up a wepaons case and brought out a medium-sized rifle. Sleek and curvy shapes formed the front of the weapon and its upper receiver, while the lower and rear part of it was more blocky.
"Meet the [i]Terika Assault Carbine[/i] or [b]TAC[/b] for short."
He disabled the safety by pressing a button over the grip. A dim light appeared on the top of the receiver.
"Inspired by several designs of weapons I've come across during my travels, the TAC is a plasma-based carbine rifle. Using a compressed battery design for storing energy, the weapon cycles and superheats it creating projectiles which are as devastating as they are accurate.
It has two firemodes, semi- and full-auto. Stock can be adjusted to three different lengths and comes with a compact cheek rest.
A built-in holographic scope with ironsights mounted ontop allows the operator to engage enemies at multiple ranges.
Grip is ergonomic and works just as well regardless if you have five, four or three digits on each hand.
The barrel can be easily cleaned, all the operator needs is a splash of water and they auto-cleaning muzzle system will handle the rest.
This combined with the fact that the receiver is sealed shut prevents any of the internal mechanics from breaking.
Should the upper part of tthe weapon be hit or otherwise put out of commission, the lower part of the receiver can be detached.
Since it holds most of the firing systems, the powercell and the trigger itself the lower part of the weapon becomes a short-range PDW.
All in all the TAC is a perfect weapon for a growing private army or militia, new operators don't need to learn how to maintain the weapon; only how to shoot with it."
With that said, Maddox inserted a powercell and took up firing position. He fired three quick bursts at a group of targets. The blue plasma tore off hand-sized chunks of the mockup enemies.
He switched to the semi-auto mode and fired off a accurate shot towards a single target at longer range, replacing its "head" with a hole.
AFter re-engaging the safety he turned to his employers. "So what do you think?"
[i]Johannes nods.[/i][b] "Thanks, Taylor."[/b]
[QUOTE]"Someday however I wish to return to my people and correct my mistakes."[/QUOTE]
Hestia nodded to Vakarus while they slowly walked towards the bridge. She was quite pleased with individuals at display.
"All wounds heal with time, Sir Vakarus. I'm sure your people will accept you back into their fold and then your odyssey will be over."
Hestia stated while turning to look over the interior of the Muramasa.
Hopefully the medical bay will be in higher quality then the ship's corridors, however credit is due with the crew's above average sanitary skills.
An trait that most of these fringe faring vessels seem to lack.
[QUOTE]She nodded slowly towards Jagand turned to Taylor, "Ms Caine, please continue. And when we're finished I want you to have a chat with Mr Perditus... in the brig."[/QUOTE]
Taylor looked surprised. Brig? What had Jag done? She looked between the two, curious as to what had just went on, then nodded in confirmation. "Understood, ma'am." she said.
She then stepped forwards. "Captain, I'd like to talk to you about the possibility of training non-combat personnel in basic firearms as well as melee and Hand-to-Hand skills. Should the need arise, the crew should be able to defend themselves. Whether that be during operations, or during the defense of the ship."
Yugas eyes formed a delighted squint.
"Dare I even say it is a brilliant idea, First mate."
She sat down in the captains chair, taking of her hat and placing it on the console.
"I shall leave the logistics of such training programs up to you."
She slowly turned towards Jag, who was still present on the the bridge. "If you wish to keep your dignity intact I suggest you escort yourself to the brig. And send our newest addition to the bridge if you happen to come across her" the compass sounded with Yuga's dismissive tone.
She turned back to Taylor and communed privately with her, "I have reason to suspect that Mr Perditus is hidding something from us, and it seems to be of great magnitude judging by the lengths he have gone to to hide it. If he conceals something that might affect the crew I want to know about it. Make him talk, First mate Caine. This is a direct and simple order, do not disappoint me."
Jag gave Yuga an quick nod before turning towards the bridge's doorway with it's head down while walked out.
((Why is Yuga so squinty? lol))
((Because her race lacks facial features, and they can only conveye emotions and moods with their eyes and brows. Among themselves the Ayr can emit psychic signals to display emtion and mood.))
(([i]Flares nostrils repeatedly[/i]))
Hariim takes Johannes down to the mess hall and gets him a nice stout glass of vodka. Hariim gets some gin for himself and takes a seat. "Alright, so. Are you able to connect to networks wirelessly through your suit?"
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Bucky keeps working on the leak dilligently. Her mechanical precision and speed helps her stay on top of things as she works. "Alright Valk, Mem-Metal please. We can use this to clamp a seal on the leak. Once that's done we can kill pressure to this segment of the system and get a replacement line in there." [We rollin' or what?]
[i]Johannes takes his vodka neat, a double in an old fashioned glass without any ice. He sets his helmet down on the table (bar?) and takes off his gloves. He sits across from Hariim and, as he holds the glass while speaking, it frosts over starting from where the center of his palm is to the entire glass.[/i][b] "Yes. The computer and HUD interface is able to connect to most anything that has a wireless connection point. I also have a jack at the base of the helmet to connect to devices without wireless connections via a hard wire. Why do you ask?"[/b]
"I'm gonna need to connect with your suit so I can work out how I'm going to fit a new main computer into it and get it working with all your old hardware. If I can feel out those systems and the programs running on them I oughta be able to rig something up for you. Of course it'd be dandy if we could just get you a new suit. Decentralized data processing and mesh networked components would make you up to spec on all the military-standard gear in the galaxy right now. But since we can't get you a new suit we're gonna have to make-do with jerry rigging something together." Hariim answers. He sips his gin and lets it sit on his tongue for a moment before swallowing. "Anyways, what's the deal with the cold? I didn't think that entropic reductors were around 150 years back."
[i]Johannes' mouth compresses into a thin line when Hariim mentions connecting to his suit again. He downs most of his glass of vodka while he finishes talking, and when he finishes with the question Johannes looks up.[/i][b] "Entropic Reductor? I don't know what that is. Because of the modifications made to me, my body produces a biochemical refrigerant. I don't know the science behind it, all I know is how to use it."[/b][i] Johannes sets the glass down and holds his hand out for Hariim to see, palm upward. It quickly fills with a clear liquid with a slight blue tint that gives off a dense cold vapor. He tilts his hand so that the liquid drops into the cup he just drank from, and the remaining vodka freezes instantly.[/i]
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kur41flzdQ[/media]
Abraxas punched the punching bag center point, aiming for the chest as well as doing a quick two punch. He kicked the bag to the left side, opting for a quick elbow hit. The music blaring into the background as he walked over to the counter, picking up the bottle of water. The screen turned to static, raising an eyebrow as the news alarm.
[quote]"We bring you the latest news. I'm Bob Doyle, and we'll be discussing about yesterday's news. Anvil's Pride, a large scaled ship has recently been destroyed by an substantial amount of reasons. While we can not fully confirm the suspect in this spark of destruction it is believed that the suspects were veterans of the Oracle War." Bob stacked several papers on the screen, focusing on the text behind the camera and choked up.
"We've recently talked about the full scale riots of Alcatraz weeks ago. Not too long from there on but several witnesses have claim the intruder was acting alone, later breaking several prisoners out." A female said beside Bob Doyle, gesturing her hands professionally and quick to the point. She turned to Bob as soon as he opened his mouth on the next piece of information.
"Private investigators and other authorities have claimed the subjects' whereabouts are currently unidentified with no high information lead. The authority has advised anyone to report to their local community about these wanted individuals:[/quote]
[quote][t]http://i.imgur.com/qpnjTZz.jpg[/t] [t]http://i.imgur.com/l6Pa925.jpg[/t][/quote]
[quote]The individuals have no main identity nor official name as of yet. However, these suspects are considered highly dangerous and not to be trifled with. Their official records are not yet written and are only speculation. If you have any information regarding these individuals do not hesitate to call upon other local authorities throughout the Galaxy. Private armies have even put a price on their heads for a extraordinary amount of 2,000,000,000 Credits Per Bounty."
Bob Doyle planted his giant hands onto the table and nodded swiftly, adjusting his tie. "Bob Doyle, InterGalactica Breaking News, at your service." Bob Doyle saluted as the camera faded to an upper angle shot of the room, fading to black.[/quote]
Abraxas continued on to his training, cracking his neck as he rolled his shoulders from the weariness.
[QUOTE]"I have reason to suspect that Mr Perditus is hidding something from us, and it seems to be of great magnitude judging by the lengths he have gone to to hide it. If he conceals something that might affect the crew I want to know about it. Make him talk, First mate Caine. This is a direct and simple order, do not disappoint me."[/QUOTE]
Taylor saluted in confirmation, before heading off the bridge. Make Jag talk? Hmm...she might could do it. Just ask him a few questions. Talk to him like a friend.
[B]....[/B]
[QUOTE]"Alright Valk, Mem-Metal please. We can use this to clamp a seal on the leak. Once that's done we can kill pressure to this segment of the system and get a replacement line in there."[/QUOTE]
"Mhm. Watch the hose, there." she said, as she handed Bucky the Mem-Metal. Rather not have MORE fluids spilling out of the hole in the wall.
[quote]Meanwhile, on the border between pirate and Ayr space.[/quote]
The Bloodrunners ship captain was busy berating his crew for leaving warp way too early and getting the coordinates wrong, thus placing them right at the border in Ayr space. It was only a matter of time now before the Ayr were alerted to the pirates' presence. The ship was placed on red alert, and the pirate crew scrambled to take up defensive positions. Moloch was watching the whole scene unfold from his shuttle window. He was banging on the glass rather loudly as he was trying to get their attention, but he couldn't. All he could do is hunker down in his shuttle and hope he wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. At least, the inside of his shuttle was so thick with hookah smoke that it's hard to see what's in it.
He simply stood with a sawn-off facing the entry door of his shuttle, awaiting the inevitable.
An explosion rocked had rocked the ship, knocking out the tractor beam holding Moloch's shuttle in place, sending it crashing down to the hangar floor. The pirate ship's engines were taken out by a well-placed shot by an Ayr cruiser, and weren't able to escape now. Now that they were immobilized, two larger Ayr ships flew directly at the sides of the pirate ship and deployed several small shuttles full of marines to board them. The pirates fought with all they had, but what they had wasn't much. Since they were made up of your standard run-of-the-mill criminals and thugs, they were no match for the properly trained and experienced Ayr marines. The Bloodrunners name truly applied to these pirates as they were cut down quickly. Room to room, the marines cleared their way until they reached the hangar, and saw Moloch's shuttle. The feeling they got when they saw his shuttle was a very strange one. The Ayr, being psychic beings, felt a very odd presence within the shuttle, nothing like any of their kind felt before. After making sure the hangar was clear of hostiles, they all surrounded the shuttle and awaited orders on what to do. One of them tried to look inside the windows, but the smoke was too thick. The orders came through, to breach the shuttle and to inspect the inside with extreme caution. Before they could do anything however, the rear door opened. Smoke bellowed out like a cauldron while inside was [URL="https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/51361672/Moloch3.jpg"]Moloch's silhouette[/URL]. The sight alone of this sinister looking man made the marines point their rifles at him. Moloch slowly stepped out of the smoke into the light. The first thing the Ayr noticed were his hands, as they looked human, so they tried communicating with him in English.
"You. Are you a human?" their squad leader said.
"[I]I am not[/I]." Moloch responded.
It's as though the air itself spoke to him. And when he spoke to Moloch, it felt like he was talking to the void.
Moloch saw all these rifles pointed at him and scoffed at the marines.
"[I]And neither am I a target mannequin, for that matter. For your sake, it's best if you put those rifles away if you know what's good for you.[/I]"
The marines activated their laser sights in response to this. A dozen red dots appeared all over Moloch. The squad leader spoke again.
"Are you the captain of this pirate crew?"
"[I]I am not the captain, and I am not a pirate either. I was abducted as I was traveling through space, and now, I am free. If you do not mind, I would like to be on my way now.[/I]" he started to turn around to head back inside his shuttle.
"Do stay a moment. We are not finished with you yet." Two of the Ayr marines walked up to the front of Moloch's shuttle, removed a panel, and were attaching something inside it. They did their best to hide themselves from Moloch. The squad leader was also peering into Moloch's mind, scanning through his memories to understand who this mysterious man is.
However, Moloch sensed this after a moment, and put up a mental block in return. It was clear now he was a psyker.
"[I]Are you-... Oh, what you just tried to do was very rude.[/I]"
"Excuse me? This must be done as a record of everything found on this ship must be made, including [i]you[/i]. It's also very rude to be uncooperative." the squad leader fired back.
"[I][b]And it's even more rude to flay a man alive and wear his skin like a shawl.[/b] Be grateful I am being the better man right now.[/I]" Moloch let loose.
The entire squad was within a hair's inch of opening fire after Moloch's threat. The two Ayr marines returned to their spots after they were finished tinkering with Moloch's shuttle. The squad leader gave Moloch a dirty look, then began to briefly consult with his squad in private. Moloch couldn't listen in with his psychic abilities. After a short moment, he turned to face Moloch again.
"Very well then. Now, since we have done you a favor by freeing you from the pirates, we hope 'for your sake' you will do one for us."
"[I]And that is?[/I]"
"Don't ever come back here. Never return to our borders. And do not become curious as to what we will do if we catch you here again. I do hope this is simple and easy enough for you to understand."
"[I]You need not worry about me returning. I would not want to return here after this encounter.[/I]"
Moloch started up his shuttle as the hangar bay doors opened, and he flew off into space once more. He ought to tell his people about this, about how rude the Ayr are.
After several moments, Jag arrived at the brig with it's head still down.
Entering the room with only sound made was the door opening and closing behind it.
Jag walked towards the center of the room, ignoring János presence entirety along anything else.
The Sanghvi simply knelled down once it reached the center of the room.
Facing towards the doorway for Taylor's inevitable arrival, holding still in wait.
((Could I convince anyone here who's a good artist [I]squints at doomevil[/I] to draw my character's head/shoulders from the back and front? ))
Hariim watches Johanne's trick and raises an eyebrow. "Neat. Must come in handy sometimes. Anyways, I'm able to connect with your suit whenever you're ready. If you want I can also get a direct connection via fiberoptic hardline." Hariim finishes his glass of gin and looks at Johanne's suit to judge its overall condition and physical dimensions. He's curious about the old piece of hardware.
[i]The suit looks perfectly maintained. It doesn't hurt that it's really only 4 years old, having been frozen until 2382. There are a few scratches and dings here and there, obvious markers of combat, but it seems Johannes has taken very good care of his suit. With it on, Johannes stands at exactly two meters with a physically powerful appearance.[/i][b] "It's very handy. By itself it's useful, but with the suit it becomes a lot more potent. Watch."[/b][i] With that, Johannes puts his gloves back on and shows Hariim one of the palms. Three very small openings are visible on the palm, as well as a small hole at each fingertip. The same was on the other glove. He points at the various openings, detailing them.[/i][b] "The ones on the fingertips emit a mixture of water, galinstan, and nanites at variable pressure and speed. I think the ratio is somewhere around 40/55/5 respectively. The three here in the middle dispense the refrigerant that my body produces, also with variable pressure and speed. The condenser unit on my back..."[/b][i] Johannes hikes a thumb at the unit on his back, and turns a little so Hariim can get a better look at it.[/i][b] "...pulls oxygen and hydrogen from the air to create water, and also manufactures nanites. It has a reservoir tank for both, as well as one for the galinstan which needs to be refilled. The water and galinstan tanks are pressurized. It also serves as an atmos module for my suit, filtering out NBC contaminants and, if need be, serving as a pressure suit for short space walks. My helmet interfaces with a few chips in my head, which allows me to control the nanites the suit creates to control the flow, shape, and viscosity of the galinstan-water mix. Observe."[/b][i] Johannes puts his helmet back on, and it clicks into place with a small hiss. He stands, takes a few steps back, and holds his left arm out as if he had a shield on it. With his right hand, he sprays the liquid from his back unit at his left arm, the water moving unnaturally as he controls the nanites within it. It forms the wavering form of a tower shield, then freezes solid from the middle after a second or two as Johannes releases the refrigerant from the palm of his left hand directly into the water.[/i]
[b]"The Galinstan gives it additional strength it would lack as pure water ice, and the nanites remain functional at the surface of the ice, taking a bit of the weight off and allowing me to break pieces off to use as weapons as I see fit. I can do almost anything with this material. Make projectiles, knives as sharp as any commercially available blades, I can even secrete a small amount of pure water and the refrigerant from my boots, allowing me to skate along surfaces provided I can lay down enough ice."[/b]
Hariim nods, intrigued by the technical aspects. "So when do you wanna get our work done? The sooner we can get that hammered out, the sooner you can put that ice to use. I'm itching to make some acquisitions for myself; so the sooner the better." Hariim says, pouring himself more gin.
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Bucky pauses for a second to look at the hose Valkyrie indicated. "Thanks, you just saved us some extra work there." Bucky smiles at Valk once she triggers the mem-metal, stymieing the leak. "Once we finish up here I'm gonna do some calibrations on the warp engines. You good at reading numbers?" She inquires.
The halls containing the crew's quarters was quieter than a Screaming Mimi in outer space and more boring than the sound of Yuga's voice. So much so that Frosty managed to master the ancient technique of falling asleep while standing. The two engineers inside Jag's cabin could easily fix the wall on their own, and everyone else seemed to be pre-occupied with other tasks, so the chances of them bothering Valkyrie or Bucky were slim to none.
With nothing else to do, Frosty headed into his cabin to ponder his existence in this new age more, and to see if he could open his mystery box himself. How very strange it was, it was medium sized, yet it weighed lighter than it looked. After staring at it for a few moments, he looked all over the crate to see if he could find anything that could give him any hints how to open it. There was something inscribed on the bottom of the case. It was more of those weird symbols he saw in his starfighter. He rubbed his forehead. Did he speak some other language? If so, why couldn't he remember his linguistic skills as much his piloting skills? Or did someone place that box in his starfighter when he was stuck in stasis? He was in it for about 400 years, anything could've happened during that time. Though then again, it's not like he could remember what the galaxy was like 400 years ago either.
He wrote down those strange symbols on a paper, and headed towards his favorite thinking spot: a table all by himself in a dark corner of the mess hall.
[QUOTE]"Once we finish up here I'm gonna do some calibrations on the warp engines. You good at reading numbers?" She inquires.[/QUOTE]
"Yep. Wouldn't be a robotics technician if I wasn't." said Valkyrie, giving Bucky a smirk.
[B]....[/B]
Taylor traversed the ship, passing others and the new crew member as she went. Finally, she arrived at the brig and stepped inside to find Jag waiting.
Jag let out an deep sign as Taylor entered the room, aware of her presence.
"So what is it that you wish to know, first officer Taylor?" Jag said dryly towards her while remaining still in it's knell.
[b]"What do you mean acquisitions?"[/b][i] Johannes takes his helmet off and narrows his eyes at Hariim.[/i][b] "I'm asking you to work on my suit to bring it up to par, not so you can study the system and sell the specs to the highest bidder."[/b]
[QUOTE]"So what is it that you wish to know, first officer Taylor?"[/QUOTE]
"Everything, really. Captain thinks you're hiding something that could affect the crew. I gotta give her somethin', and its probably best if its the truth." said Taylor, as she grabbed a chair from nearby and sat it in front of Jag. She straddled the chair, and rested her arms across the top rail. "So what's up with you, Jag?"
"So what do you think?" Maddox had asked. He couldn't read Yanim's expression, but Rask seemed eager to inspect the weapon himself.
"Hand it over," he said with a smile. Rask, more familiar with full-automatic weapons than his employer, at first studied the shape of the weapon and the quality of the materials. He flicked the safety off and then back on again, and then off once more. Taking aim with the iron sights, he buzzed one of the targets in half at the waist before switching to semi-automatic, much as Maddox had done, and after a few more trigger pulls, he looked up to Yanim to confirm the weapon's competencies.
"Did you stay on budget?" she finally asked.
"Absolutely," Maddox replied.
Yanim stared at the weapon for a while, running her thumb over its surfaces and checking for defects. She then shouldered it and looked down the holographic sight.
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[I]March 30th, 2375[/I]
"[Breathe slowly and pull the trigger while exhaling, on my signal!]"
"Yakka, promekar!" a chorus of high voices responded.
"[Breathe in, breathe out... fire!]"
A sound like a bowl of marbles being spilled onto the ground echoed into the cavernous indoor shooting range at the Academy in Ébo as roughly a hundred OBV rifles spat out their undercharged blasts, courtesy of special cartridges made for the students. Learning the fleet rifle's operation was a required part of the standard kanad curriculum. Photosensitive screens at the far end of the gallery were marked by the anemic shots, displaying the accuracy of each shooter to the naked eye while handheld receivers taped onto the sides of the guns displayed a percent-numerical equivalent.
As the devices chimed to alert the diminutive shooters of the results, all at once they popped up from their prone positions and turned their weapons onto their sides, reading the numbers off to each other.
"[Point seven-seven,]" a boy proudly announced to his neighbor. Yanim looked up from her iron sights, her finger trembling as it slid off the trigger.
"[Ah... it's um,]" she carefully said as she looked at the receiver. "[Point four-one.]"
A booming voice frightened her as the instructor addressed the class, he just happened to be walking past her as he yelled quite indignantly at the children- "[Look at you all! I didn't tell you to break from shooting position- Auri, for the sake of the vizier, you're pointing your rifle at someone! Think about the responsibility you're being trusted with and show some respect!]"
"Yakka, promekar!"
"[That's a bad shot,]" the boy finally replied.
"[It's my first time,]" Yanim explained, shyly, as the crowd lowered itself back into prone position, the line bristling with guns like a garrison.
"[[I]I[/I] got a six-four on my first shot,]" the boy continued. "[That was last month.]"
"Radik, rakir!" the instructor bellowed. [I]Shut up, Radik![/I] The boy snapped into position and the children went quiet once more. "[Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in... fire.]"
The chimes came in, and again the children were impatient. Most had learned their lesson this time, and only twisted the gun in their hands so that they could read the numbers out of the corner of their eye. The instructor made his way back to Yanim and Radik and crouched down to inspect their accuracy. "[Point-eight... good shot, comrade,]" he commented as he ruffled Yanim's hair through her cap. "[Radik... four-nine.]"
"[I- I don't know what I did wrong,]" he started to explain, growing ashamed of himself.
"[It's alright, calm down. On the next shot, what I want you to do is imagine a sanghvi drone, a big mean...]" As the instructor guided the boy, Yanim found herself grinning, suddenly invigorated. She set up for a third shot, her eye on the target and her finger hovering just over the trigger. She tried to imagine a sanghvi in her sights, but couldn't. The target didn't look like one; it looked like a bull's-eye.
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Yanim squeezed off a round and was surprised by the carbine's kick, and actually missed her mark completely. She had almost expected the gentle pop of the training cartridge. Blinking and shaking her head, she tried again, this time hitting the target. It looked humanoid, but she imagined a bull's-eye.
"We're going to make a lot of these," she said, lowering the gun from her shoulder. "The official designation will be TAC-85. Good work, Maddox."
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The time was coming to leave Mars. A message arrived at the bridge from a contact working for Argos. "Greetings, Captain Shuur," the text read. "We are prepared to refer you to your working contact on this mission, but we must know whether the crew of the Muramasa will be deployed to Sirgas or Voyak. Please reply at your soonest convenience."
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