Bishop shook his head.
"Handles just like a conventional weapon, it's just got a few extras, that's all. If you know how to handle a gauss rifle, you can handle this. It's just bigger and got more kick to it, but handles the same."
((For the umpteenth time, who has the highest strength stat of this team gm? If noone has 10 strength, what's the requirement if I take off the armor plates?))
5 is the highest as far as I see,both you and feyri, and 10 was the requirement Without the plates, with them it's like 12. It is a heavy gauss cannon after all, it ain't a light thing. Plus there's still that whole recoil problem...
Jim nodded to Mesk. "I'm fine with that plan. Let's get to the transmitter."
Jim leads everyone to the transmitter, taking point.
"That plan suits me alright, I suppose. Be careful, guys. Everyone, er, wearing their suit? I've heard bad things about what happens if it's not done up tightly..." So saying, Charro checked his suit again, then mentally scolded himself.
Charro will bring up the rear of the party, frequently glancing over his shoulder.
Feyri was silent from then on, keeping optimistic of the team's survival. Earlier, she was still silent, dreaming of wandering stars and her past life whilst in the cryo tank. She didn't make a sound as Jim lifted her from her prison and awoke just like a normal morning, readying her gear. Several visions popped up, visions of her team before and at the current times, of various times and events. She was glad they were but hazy messes now. Dreams.
She looked at Bishop and admired his flair with his weaponry. Custom made, one of the better designs. "Hey Bishop, with that heavy weapon and the narrow corridors in the base, how'd you think it would fare?" She then turned to Jim. "I take it, we move to the transmitter and defend our techies while they do their job?"
She follows the plan, keeping in rank with the others, behind Jim. Switching to her Laser Rifle.
Bishop nodded and looked over the gun again.
"Guess I'll hold onto it then. Just give me a sec and we can get going. First stop, that transmitter."
Use the kit tools to remove the heavy armor plates and sling this monster onto my back. Then take a count of all the weapons and ammo we have before heading out in the middle of the group.
The squad, suited up and armed to the teeth, lines up by the hatch. Jim presses the release button and the cabin depressurizes before the hatch opens. Outside is nothing but an endless expanse of gray, dusty dunes; a film of sand over a rocky surface. The sun is just a hot white point in the sky, scarcely larger then any of the other few, dimming stars that hold a tenuous dominion in that great and endless void. There is nothing but silence as the team makes it's way across the surface in great, bounding steps,the gravity nowhere near what they're used to. The suits confirm that there is no atmosphere here, and the temperature, on this sun facing side, is still cold enough to liquify nitrogen.
The team reaches the transmitter building-a squat, blackish box with a strange fractal antennae-without incident. The door to the building is slightly ajar, but it still takes 3 of them to pull and push and wrench it open. Inside is a bank of panels and monitors, all dark, which stretches around the room. The central control panel is badly damaged, struck repeatedly with a metal rod that now lies embedded, stabbed into the machine, like the sword in the stone.
Near the panel, sitting curled into a ball, is a man in a spacesuit. His helmet rests next to him; what little of his face you can see is ashen and shrunken, a frozen and dehydrated mummy.
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