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Re: ULMF the Third (RP Thread)
"Psht."
The almost-forgotten Rapture speaks up, dismissing Host's claim that it takes at least a full clip to put a bot down. The dark-eyed CO got herself out of the way not long after ensuring the group were functional and readying themselves appropriately, though lingering for half an envious glance at Sinful's sword. Loading what appear to be standard 5.56 rounds into a magazine, though, she continues...
"Doesn't take that many rounds to put a bot down. Now. If you're spraying them all over the place, if you're missing, if you're trying to punch through metal with .22s... yes. Takes a while. But put them in the right place and a bot goes down just as easily as anything else. His original point was correct, though. You can never have too much ammo. Those of us that can make their own, consider yourselves exempt."
With that, Rapture turns back to her own preparations. Clothing wasn't going to be an issue. Without access to the sealed suit she'd used on her last deployment, their CO seems to have gone with black fatigues, then a fairly nondescript tactical vest over the top. Of course the ever-present knife, and pistol are already sitting snugly in holster and sheath, spare magazines slotted neatly through retaining loops for the latter. After a brief glance around at the weapons on display, though, she nods, and retrieves an assault rifle from the rack.
A Bushmaster/Remington ACR, to be exact, and a rather battered looking, black one at that. A few moments later, though, and it becomes apparent that the Operative is -rather- familiar with this particular weapons system, as within a minute, she swaps out the stock for a folding variant, the barrel for a shorter, close-quarters model with inbuilt suppressor, adds a tactical light on one side and a laser on the other, a peculiarly angled, rather than vertical grip on the bottom.. and a night-vision sight on the top rail. A single point sling follows, and magazines are promptly distributed through her vest. Finally, she straps what looks like an overlarge watch to her wrist, and an earpiece to her left ear... before yanking open a drawer.
Steel shines up from a rather impressive range of sharp objects, and she grumbles.
"Ernie..! Must you keep reorganising..? Where'd you put the.."
Even as she's asking, the CO is rummaging, trying a few more drawers... before lighting upon her target.
"Ah-ha. Nevermind. Right, one each of these, don't worry about how to use them.. they'll work you out."
Each member of the team gets one of the odd watches, and an earpiece, practically thrown at them. Square, bulky, the devices do nothing.. until one puts them on, at which point the screen flashes up with the time. And precious little else.
"They're basically co-ordination units. Run them with tactical glasses for a heads-up display, with a bracer for a holographic interface, with an earpiece, as we'll be doing.. for comms. They capture subvocalisation as well... not sure how. Host.."
One, obnoxiously pink watch dangled between fingers.
"I got you a special one. Isn't it beautiful..?"
"Psht."
The almost-forgotten Rapture speaks up, dismissing Host's claim that it takes at least a full clip to put a bot down. The dark-eyed CO got herself out of the way not long after ensuring the group were functional and readying themselves appropriately, though lingering for half an envious glance at Sinful's sword. Loading what appear to be standard 5.56 rounds into a magazine, though, she continues...
"Doesn't take that many rounds to put a bot down. Now. If you're spraying them all over the place, if you're missing, if you're trying to punch through metal with .22s... yes. Takes a while. But put them in the right place and a bot goes down just as easily as anything else. His original point was correct, though. You can never have too much ammo. Those of us that can make their own, consider yourselves exempt."
With that, Rapture turns back to her own preparations. Clothing wasn't going to be an issue. Without access to the sealed suit she'd used on her last deployment, their CO seems to have gone with black fatigues, then a fairly nondescript tactical vest over the top. Of course the ever-present knife, and pistol are already sitting snugly in holster and sheath, spare magazines slotted neatly through retaining loops for the latter. After a brief glance around at the weapons on display, though, she nods, and retrieves an assault rifle from the rack.
A Bushmaster/Remington ACR, to be exact, and a rather battered looking, black one at that. A few moments later, though, and it becomes apparent that the Operative is -rather- familiar with this particular weapons system, as within a minute, she swaps out the stock for a folding variant, the barrel for a shorter, close-quarters model with inbuilt suppressor, adds a tactical light on one side and a laser on the other, a peculiarly angled, rather than vertical grip on the bottom.. and a night-vision sight on the top rail. A single point sling follows, and magazines are promptly distributed through her vest. Finally, she straps what looks like an overlarge watch to her wrist, and an earpiece to her left ear... before yanking open a drawer.
Steel shines up from a rather impressive range of sharp objects, and she grumbles.
"Ernie..! Must you keep reorganising..? Where'd you put the.."
Even as she's asking, the CO is rummaging, trying a few more drawers... before lighting upon her target.
"Ah-ha. Nevermind. Right, one each of these, don't worry about how to use them.. they'll work you out."
Each member of the team gets one of the odd watches, and an earpiece, practically thrown at them. Square, bulky, the devices do nothing.. until one puts them on, at which point the screen flashes up with the time. And precious little else.
"They're basically co-ordination units. Run them with tactical glasses for a heads-up display, with a bracer for a holographic interface, with an earpiece, as we'll be doing.. for comms. They capture subvocalisation as well... not sure how. Host.."
One, obnoxiously pink watch dangled between fingers.
"I got you a special one. Isn't it beautiful..?"
