Inside are several crates stowed away under the seats or on the overhanging storage compartments, with alien letters stenciled and painted onto them to signify their contents. Around the side, are several bundles of grenades-like object on an impromptu workshop, a bull-up rifle with a strange cylindrical magazine filled with bullets, and in the corner—
A machine gun with barrels that is almost as tall as Liman is, resting on a crate and two barrels mounted to a the main chassis and an empty turret ring on the top.
edited 5th Sep '16 7:13:56 PM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен"Oh those are the Sta-49 rifles, sir.", picking the rifle up and checking its safety, pointing to where they aren't and emptying the chamber and magazine catch. "Motorized magazine catch, simplifying reloading process. Five firing settings, with several attachments available to it."
She pointed to the gun's barrel and then receiver. "Re-designed gas system allows it to fire upwards of 1200 rounds per minute."
всегда веренLiman looks at him, lenses scrutinizing him shortly and for a pause before she shook her head.
"I'm afraid I must apologize, sir. The guns we have are barely enough for our use as it is. So we can't lend it to another party for extended periods of time, sir."
"Regulations as well prevents me from doing so except in the direst of circumstances."
edited 5th Sep '16 7:42:04 PM by f1r3lemon
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Bebedora disappears again due to sleep-
" I did the right thing, didn't I? It all worked out in the end." "In the end? Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends."