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[Shadestyle]

Dackly and Gozer keep making the pathways of the station beautiful, durable, and comfortable.

The Donchaka reconvene, and go to the Mater Room to rest, constructing homes and general amenities form the garbage they collected.

[SOLDIER First]

Eirika is sad to watch them go.

[TCM]

6AR pulls out his laser pistol and presses against the head of his victim, nailing him at point blank range. As he falls limply to the floor, the droid bends down to collect the garrote that was dropped during the struggle, at the same time that a flurry of blind laser shots fly through the smoke and in his general vicinity. He can either attempt to snatch the garrote or buy a few seconds to gtfo.

[TheBiggerFish]

6AR will Force Pull the lasgarrote once he is out of enemy fire.

[Sl4cker]

Eirika extends her hand to Simuna.
"My name is Eirika."

Simuna blinks a second time, before shaking the offered hand. "Er, yes. As you have heard, I am Simuna Valkoinen, second lieutenant. I have to say - I didn't expect you to apologize so quickly. Thank you."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"that's because she's whipped"

[Sl4cker]

"wait i thought you fought with gauntlets"

[SOLDIER First]

"Weeks ago I more than likely would not have."

[TheBiggerFish]

"It's... f-for me."

"Medical reasons?  Guess that makes sense."

[Sl4cker]

"Weeks ago I more than likely would not have."

"Then it is good that you have become someone that would apologize quickly."

[SOLDIER First]

"I would say.
..Is that some sort of gun?"

[Sl4cker]

Simuna pulls it out and holds it as if it was her baby. Strangely, the bag of snow seems to have refilled itself. "Yes. Her name is Lahja - gift. Why do you ask?"

[SOLDIER First]

"Curiosity. I have seen a few smaller ones before, and they are simply amazing weapons, but none like yours."

[Sl4cker]

Simuna beams with pride. "Of course. She is what is called a Mosin-Nagant. She can fire a bullet seven-and-a-half millimeters thick at a man eight-hundred yards away at around eight hundred meters per second." She raises one of her hands, extends the index and middle fingers at Eirika, and mimics the recoil of a gun. "Boom. Dead."

[SOLDIER First]

((STOP SWITCHING UNITS OF MEASUREMENT MIDSENTENCE))
"...Sorry, milli-what?"