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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/14/2016 2:03:56 AM
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[i]She said, clearly a bit insulted by that statement. She knew that he wanted to kill her. She could feel it. Taking a sip of her coffee, she shot him a gaze like that of a cat. [/i]
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Well, for starters, you might want to chamber a round. On the right side, you'll see the ejector port, it'll be covered by a silver piece with a little grip on it. Pull it back towards you. You'll hear it click and a round should slide up into the chamber.
[i]He said, deadpan. What he was waiting for was her reaction to actually firing the gun.[/i]
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[i] The man rolls his eyes.[/i] "You can stop looking at me like that, I'm not going to kill you. If I'd wanted to do that, I would have instead of knocking you unconscious. Instead, maybe you can enjoy a breakfast and not sit there paranoid." ~~ "Ok.." [i] She says, hooking her finger over the small piece of metal and pulls it back, hearing the round slide into the chamber where she pushes it back forward. [/i]
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Hard to not be skeptical when the man who shot at you is speaking to you over coffee. [i]She said dryly, setting the cup down.[/i] ~~~~~ Alright, now there's a little switch on the side just above the trigger grouping on the frame, flip that forwards so that it's on red. From there, you just aim and shoot. I assume you know how a scope works, not that it really matters because you are close enough for the serious calculations to be mitigated. [i]He said.[/i] And before you fire, make sure that your shoulder is braced firmly against the stock. Otherwise, it'll hurt like hell. Also, if you want to keep your eye, don't press it to the scope. Stay back a little bit.
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"Well, you're drinking coffee." [i] He says with a smirk, sipping at the orange juice. [/i] "I mean, I'm attempting to be friendly, which is more than can be said for your big friend in the power armor." ~~ [i]Riley nods, bracing her shoulder against the stock and flipping the switch, keeping her face back from the scope a bit. She did know how to work a scope, that bit was obvious. After letting out a breath, she pulled the trigger.[/i]
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[i]She looked away when he made the remark about Wilson. She wasn't quite ok after everything that he had put her through, and she most certainly didn't want to have anything else to do with him. Silence fell over the table again. [/i] ~~~~ [i]The rifle kicked hard against her shoulder, a powerful blow that felt like a solid kick. The shot kicked up dust from the ground, and the crack was loud, but not deafening, due to the open clearing. The sound echoed off of the trees, and the round connected with the dirt mound, kicking up a burst of dirt where it impacted. The casing ejected, shooting out of the ejector and landing in the grass next to her as a new round slid into the chamber.[/i]
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[i] Desmond chuckled. It was obviously funny in some way, when in reality it definitely shouldn't have been. [/i] "Yeah, thought so. If it makes you feel any better, I'm a lot nicer than him." [i] He left out the part that he was the reason Wilson had gotten his hands on her.[/i] ~~~ [i] Riley winces, standing up and picking up the shell casing, turning it over in her hand before pocketing it for whatever reason. She drew her sword from her waist, the mottled red and black blade eerie, as she started to walk towards the hill of dirt.[/i] "What's the difference between yours and Desmond Galloway's rifle?" [i] She asks nonchalantly. [/i]
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[i]She still said nothing in reply, not even bothering to look up at him.[/i] ~~~~ Well, that depends. [i]He said, picking up the rifle and safetying it. Sliding it back in place on his back and folding the bipod and monopod in, he followed her.[/i] Do you want the long answer or the short one?
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"Well, if you ever need someone in case Wilson decides to come after you, you know where to find me. After you get over your PTSD." [i] Desmond knew what Wilson could do, but he was also confident in his abilities. He pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his pocket and set it on the table, grabbing his rifle and exiting the booth. [/i] ~~ [i] She didn't seem to do much except walk, twirling the blade in a fanciful fashion as she did.[/i] "No one learned anything about an opponent by reading the SparkNotes."
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He will not come after me. Wolfe will make sure of it. The Courier respects his opinions even when they differ from his own. [i]She said, quietly. She knew that Wilson was terrifying, but even he had a leash.[/i] ~~~~ Well, for starters, I use a bigger bullet. .50 BMG's a nasty round, got more mass than a .408. Not as fast, but equally as powerful. He can hit with more speed at better range, but he cannot hit a follow-up near as quickly. My rifle's semi-automatic, his isn't. I've also got a bigger magazine than he does, but in turn, I've got a heavier gun with more recoil, and I can't break it down as easily as he can. However, I've also got more types of ammunition, they don't make a lot of specialty stuff for .408s, it's too expensive and not enough people use them. [i]He replied.[/i]
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"I'm sure he will." [i] He says plainly, before slinging the rifle over his back and heading for the door.[/i] [quote]You're a jackass.[/quote] [i]"And she killed dozens of people." [/i] ~~~ "So he favors speed over power?" [i] She questions, resting the blade on her shoulder.[/i] "If the .408 travels faster but hits equally as hard, why not use a .408?" "And when you say his isn't semi-automatic, you mean that he has to manually pull the bolt back every time he shoots?"
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[i]She remained, saying nothing more as he went to leave. He gave her the creeps.[/i] ~~~~ .408's more expensive, and again, they don't make any specialty rounds. No HEAP, no API, no Raufoss, no tungsten-core, nothing like that. Just plain old high-grain, high-velocity. And yes, his rifle requires you to pull the bolt back after every shot. Mine doesn't. I can empty a magazine into a target in less than 30 seconds if I really want to. My rifle's also more suited to combating heavily armored targets, the extra mass helps in penetrating vehicles and exosuits. [i]He replied.[/i]
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(End.) ~~~ [i]She nods in thought. Some of those specialty rounds didn't have to be made for his rifle, because he had a Ka'kari.[/i] "Some of those specialty rounds, what do they do? I'm guessing a couple have a higher piercing velocity at least."
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HEAP is High-Explosive, Armor-Penetrating. There's a solid cap that punches through, and then the charge in the top of the bullet goes off. API is Armor-Piercing Incendiary, where there's an incendiary charge with a penetrator dart under it. Tungsten-core's self-explanatory. Ball rounds are the regulars. But if you're really looking to cause serious destruction, the green-tips are the best. [i]He slid a round from his bandolier, one that looked similar to the ones on his shoulder, except that the bullet itself was not as sharp. The tip was more rounded, and green. [/i] That's a Rauffoss Mk. 211. Marines use them for the Barrett and the Ma Deuce. That single round has a tungsten dart, an incendiary compound, and an explosive compound all together. It's used as an anti-armor round, and as far as damage and kinetic impact are concerned, it hits like a 20mm. [i]He said.[/i]
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"That's mildly terrifying." [i] She says, shivering without notice. She knew the kind of damage a blade could do, but guns were underused in her world. Only the rich could get them, and that equated to small assault rifles or automatics and handguns. Not something that could take out a tank.[/i] "Ya know, my birthday is coming up. You should totally get me a gun." [i] She says with a wink out the corner of her eye. What Jackson didn't know was that wasn't her actual birthday, but the day Kyr had found her. It might as well have been the day she'd been born, considering that was the day that had birthed what, and who she was.[/i]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 11/15/2016 4:24:05 AM[i]He noticed the shiver, a typical reaction from those who did not know guns. The Barrett and its munitions were some of the most powerful and reliable when it came to small arms, but they were not cheap, and most mercenaries did not have access to them. Wolfe figured that Riley probably had not seen serious military hardware before, aside from what Lance and Desmond had. [/i] Birthday, hm? Well, I need a little more than just "I want a gun." I don't think you'd like it very much if I got you an old Marlin .22 rifle. [i]There was a hint of humor in the last statement.[/i]
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"Considering a rifle wouldn't be the best tactically for me, I'll pass. A handgun would be cool though." [i] She says with a grin. [/i]
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Could steal one of Wilson's revolvers, but that might break your wrist. [i]He said slyly.[/i] If you're anything like Lance, you'll probably want a regular pistol.
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"Mag-fed, can one hand it while using my sword. Yeah. Sounds about right." [i] She nods in agreement. She didn't even know Lance carried a pistol though. [/i]
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I'm personally not a fan of mag-fed handguns. Too easy to jam, and very few are chambered in the magnum cartridges. Clarkson seems to trust his, and I think even Wilson's got an old .45. When we get back to the Vertibird I'll do some digging. [i]He said. Wolfe had always favored revolvers. Powerful, reliable, and good-looking. His father's was a beautiful weapon, his own matching it. He'd been practicing long enough that he could hit targets firing them one-handed even without the exosuit. Then again, his were only .44s, not a .500 magnum like Wilson's, but somehow, Wilson seemed quite alright firing them with one hand. [/i]
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[i] She shrugged.[/i] "You're the expert. I can adapt. The only way I could fire a revolver one handed would be in my exo." [i] While Riley was agile and quick, her body was ultimately slim and lithe, more of a runners body..an assassin's body. [/i]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 11/15/2016 3:14:09 PMYou could probably fire .357 one-handed. Like I said, I'll dig through Wilson's stache and see what he has. I'm sure I can find something you'd like. You just gotta test them out to see what fits you best. [i]He replied. Jesus, he might as well take Wilson's job. More people came to him for guns.[/i]
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"Sounds fun. And then in return I can properly show you how to use a sword." [i] She says slyly, winking sideways at him. [/i]
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Oh bite me. Take that up with Clarkson. [i]He said with a laugh.[/i]
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"Am I ever gonna meet him? Seems creepy that I met the ghost of your dad, but not the guy who made you what you are." [i] she says plainly. [/i]
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Give him time. He's a busy man. Field Marshal Lord of the Special Air Service, meaning he deals with the politics and the bullsh*t. Next time he's here I'll have to make sure you get to speak to him. [i]He said, brushing the question off. Jackson and Nick had a rather mutual respect for each other, despite everything that they had been through.[/i]
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"That sounds British to the point it's not even funny." [i] She said with a laugh. [/i]
