ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Qwepir]

Tippy laughed

"I know right? General Hawkins Marnery was the one backing the whole operation while we were stationed in Palestra. I'm sure his reputation at being loving stupid but somehow getting away with it has reached even the airforces ears. His inherent love for employing convicts to use taboo tactics is one of his more well known practices."

: I assume that moron is why you stopped being a tanker?

Cualli is silent for several more moments.
"You mentioned something a while back about... feeling like these recent fights were only a part of something much, much worse." She looks at him, with a hint of concern visible on her face. "Do you get that feeling now that they're mobilizing us like this...?"

: Not really. The stalemate in Svirask broke in our favor, so maybe there's a chance we can actually finish this.

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[Tayasaurus]

: I assume that moron is why you stopped being a tanker?
: Not really. The stalemate in Svirask broke in our favor, so maybe there's a chance we can actually finish this.

Tippy pauses for a moment and gets an empty look in her eyes.

"Partly... There was so much wrong with us being there..."

She snaps out of her short trance.

"Let's go shoot something. I'll take pictures of this tank later if its still here."

[carolcat]

"What's the first thing you're gonna do when it's all over?" she asks Arkhip.

[Qwepir]

Tippy pauses for a moment and gets an empty look in her eyes.
"Partly... There was so much wrong with us being there..."
She snaps out of her short trance.
"Let's go shoot something. I'll take pictures of this tank later if its still here."

You are admitted to the event and take a spot at the firing line. Pansar opens his gun bag, containing what he describes as "just the essentials": A pump-action shotgun, a hunting rifle, a hunting revolver, a single-shot break-action grenade launcher, and a bizarre looking handgun of obscene caliber. Tippy is able to identify most of the weapons, if not by name at least by how it looks, but the last gun eludes her. It's a snub-nosed bolt-action pistol, fed by a magazine ahead of the trigger assembly. The grip looks like it could have began life as the hilt of a sword, going by the leather wrapping and the mace-like pommel, and the rest of the gun almost looks like it was hammered out of pig iron.

"What's the first thing you're gonna do when it's all over?" she asks Arkhip.

: Take a nap.

[carolcat]

: Take a nap.

Cualli gives a small laugh. "I suppose you look forward to sleeping in your own bed at home," she muses.

[Tayasaurus]

You are admitted to the event and take a spot at the firing line. Pansar opens his gun bag, containing what he describes as "just the essentials": A pump-action shotgun, a hunting rifle, a hunting revolver, a single-shot break-action grenade launcher, and a bizarre looking handgun of obscene caliber. Tippy is able to identify most of the weapons, if not by name at least by how it looks, but the last gun eludes her. It's a snub-nosed bolt-action pistol, fed by a magazine ahead of the trigger assembly. The grip looks like it could have began life as the hilt of a sword, going by the leather wrapping and the mace-like pommel, and the rest of the gun almost looks like it was hammered out of pig iron.

Tippy looks at the gun curiously.

"That gun there has a lot of character to it. What's the story and what's it called?"

[Qwepir]

Cualli gives a small laugh. "I suppose you look forward to sleeping in your own bed at home," she muses.

He nods and keeps watching the TV.

Tippy looks at the gun curiously.
"That gun there has a lot of character to it. What's the story and what's it called?"

: It's something I made myself, in my spare time. It only shoots special ammo, which I also made myself, in my spare time. Took me two years of off-and-on work and a trip to the hospital to get it right, but check this out.

Pansar takes an ammo box out of his bag and opens it. Inside are sixteen very large blunt-nosed pistol cartridges.
: 14.7 millimeter. Muzzle velocity in the vicinity of 1100 feet per second. Over three thousand pounds of force applied to whatever they hit. If the gun itself didn't weigh eight pounds, we'd be looking at some serious shattered wrists.
: That sounds... I'm sorry, but that sounds horrendously impractical.
: Hah! You're goddamned right it is! I'd never trust my life to this thing, but bringing it to a range to atomize some gourds and make a hell of a noise doing it? I't say it works well enough.

[Tayasaurus]

"Nice. I brought some weapons of my own, though none of them are custom made. I do have, however, something particularly rare which you might like."

Tippy unloaded her weapon bag which actually split up into two. In her first bag she kept the broken down rifle, which she planned to throw together during the shooting. The other bag had her various smaller items. She shoved the Imperial Assault Rifle along with a few other "wild-west" weapons aside and pulled out what appeared to be a shotgun.

"This, is the TTT-255 revolving shotgun. It was my father's during his time on the force and was used for breaching primarily. The police stopped buying these after everyone figured out that revolving shotguns weren't all that practical, took them long enough but these things were really loving nice."

Tippy spun the cylinder and the loud clicks sounded off in sweet succession.

"Her name is Melancholy, and her favorite food is 12 gauge slugs. The gunsmith has her modified to be broken down to a shorter sawn off barrel and stock for a "pistol" mode. In that state it's barely legal and 100% awesome. Much like your homemade pistol there, its heavy enough so your wrists don't shatter like glass. Production was short, so they're starting to become more rare with people either losing them overtime or gun laws just making it hard to obtain one. If you wanna have a go, i got plenty of 12 gauge till midnight."

[ZombiLoin]

"Pioneer Logistics, they do a fair amount of air and helo transport to isolated communities in the north and the mountains where I'm from."

Bell hands a small folder with the flight plans and schedule to Faw.

"Anyways, it'll only be for a week."

"I see. Thanks."

Faw takes the folder and thumbs through it, skimming over the flight schedules and manifests.

"I've actually always wanted to visit that area. Lots of beautiful mountain ranges and ski resorts. Probably a more interesting place to live than where I'm from."

[Gojira]

Yui decides to rent a small boat for the day, bringing her fishing gear, a small cooler, and some snacks along.

[Qwepir]

"Nice. I brought some weapons of my own, though none of them are custom made. I do have, however, something particularly rare which you might like."

Tippy unloaded her weapon bag which actually split up into two. In her first bag she kept the broken down rifle, which she planned to throw together during the shooting. The other bag had her various smaller items. She shoved the Imperial Assault Rifle along with a few other "wild-west" weapons aside and pulled out what appeared to be a shotgun.

"This, is the TTT-255 revolving shotgun. It was my father's during his time on the force and was used for breaching primarily. The police stopped buying these after everyone figured out that revolving shotguns weren't all that practical, took them long enough but these things were really loving nice."

Tippy spun the cylinder and the loud clicks sounded off in sweet succession.

"Her name is Melancholy, and her favorite food is 12 gauge slugs. The gunsmith has her modified to be broken down to a shorter sawn off barrel and stock for a "pistol" mode. In that state it's barely legal and 100% awesome. Much like your homemade pistol there, its heavy enough so your wrists don't shatter like glass. Production was short, so they're starting to become more rare with people either losing them overtime or gun laws just making it hard to obtain one. If you wanna have a go, i got plenty of 12 gauge till midnight."

: Nice. What stuffty province do you live in that's passing laws to restrict people from owning something like that?

Pansar takes the magazine out of his pistol and starts loading it with rounds from the ammo box.

[Tayasaurus]

: Nice. What stuffty province do you live in that's passing laws to restrict people from owning something like that?

Pansar takes the magazine out of his pistol and starts loading it with rounds from the ammo box.

Tippy wrinkled her nose

"The beautiful province of Mariposa."

[Mr. Hurricane]

Jaakko breaks the silence.

"The dogs are going to be living with my mother as long as we're on the airship. First though, I was planning on going to Mercana for a week,"

[Badger]

Walter lays quietly in the woods with his bolt action rifle resting on a solid branch as he surveys the forward vegetation. Having moved only once from a less suitable position he has situated himself deeper within the woods. Along with this making a more comfortable place to lay for the prolonged amount of time while he waits for a deer or maybe even another unintended animal approaches.

Walter base PER 45
Experience(local area and prior hunting) provides bonus of 5
Test taken at 50
Roll : 3
Result : Success

Walter's patience proves fruitful as a decently sized stag comes into view, slightly obscured by the trees but a clear outline of it's silhouette. His hands snake up to the rifle and he slowly sights in the stag, taking his time to get a proper shot. He notices a squirrel looking intently at his movement, while the stag in the distance still heeds no attention to him.
He takes a shallow breath and fires.

Walter base BS 32
Aim provides bonus of 20
Single shot provides bonus of 10
Test taken at 62
Roll : 32
Result : 1 hit to left foreleg

The bullet whips through the woods and sinks into the stags front left leg, crippling the stag and making it fall off balance as it wails out in pain while it struggles. Walter arises from his hunting position and begins walking to the stag while he cycles the bolt on his rifles and loads another round into the chamber. As he approaches the stag it begins to give up more and just lay there, taking the pain of it's shattered legs while huffing and grunting. Walter reaches the stag at last and raises his rifle to aim it at the head. Walter watches it breathe for a few moments in hesitation standing oddly poised with his rifle for a prolonged amount of time, all while he looks at it slowly and deeply huffing. Finally Walter shakes it off, deciding there's no point in contemplating anything and resounds a final gunshot through the woods.

[carolcat]

Cualli glances at him and realizes that he's probably more focused on what's going on in the show. She takes it as her cue to shut up and leans back on the couch, staring at the TV without actually watching it.