Group Penthouse
Oliver: ...the heck?
-Takes out the standard bullet for his machinegun, then fetches one of the hollow EPG rounds it normally fires-
-and stares at them-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Group Penthouse
Oliver: Honestly, I have no idea if these are even gonna work.
This place probably has a firing range, though. I can take 'em for a spin.
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Terminus Marketplace
-The marketplace looks emptier than it normally should, but at least it's got people in it-
-And robots-
-There totally by chance and absolutely not to give Sandra somebody to talk to, no-siree, Noble Six clad in full armor inspects a helmet
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Roy: "Let me guess, MG too powerful for the range?"
-*In the meantime, a certain readhead
Group Penthouse
Oliver: Not that, it's just... I'm not sure the gun will even fire these.
-Oliver scoops up a bunch of rounds for the Devotion anyways, then heads off to grab it-
Terminus Marketplace
Six: Oh. Hey, Eurybe.
-looks over, confused for a moment at Sandra's complete lack of pants, before waving to her-
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Centerpoint Marketplace
Six: Centerpoint Station.
Can't provide any more precise intel than that, however.
Gun Range
-Upon arrival, Oliver starts loading a spare Devotion box with Roy's custom-tooled cartridges-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Centerpoint Marketplace
Six: ...Yes.
Like I said. Not even the Centerpoint Station administration know exactly where we are just yet, so I can't tell you anything else. My apologies.
Gun Range-
-Loading the magazine into the gun, Oliver chambers it and readies himself to shoot-
Oliver: Here goes nothing...
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Centerpoint Marketplace
Six: Question for the ages around here. This place was apparently built to carry more people than it received.
We're still not sure what happened to everyone else. There were supposed to be eight Arks, and so far two have gotten here.
Gun Range
-Oliver pulls the trigger-
-The Devotion fires once, its muzzle flash bright orange with a tinge of blue-
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Gun Range
-No hole-
-Oliver picks up on this, and fires again... with the same effect-
Oliver: That's... weird. The gun is shooting. It hasn't jammed. There's casings on the floor.
But no hole.
Centerpoint Station
Six: We had to leave the galaxy we were in previously after something literally ate reality.
...
Man, that sounds so stupid that I don't believe it, and I was there.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-*Those are definitely the rounds for his machine gun, 6.2x40mm. As for his sidearm's .44 Magnum, just 50 of them, made out of tungsten. Every other crate has the other people's names on them and their respective calibers.*
Roy: "What you think?"
edited 6th Jun '17 5:30:34 PM by MrKirb