For a moment Irina hesitated to take Beths offer. She wasn't bucking for special treatment. The idea of passing up the opportunity though just proved more then she could bear. "Thanks Beth that means a lot to me," Irina said.

When Blu came walking out Irina's face soured noticeably. "I can't stand that asshole," Irina told Beth. The tiny Russian made a point of not waiting till the pilot was out of ear shoot. "The way he still struts around like top dog after he screwed up that ground support tasking. If it where up to me he would already be on the wrong side of the static field. Honestly it makes me wonder. If there really is a god why hasn't he killed off that prick yet? I mean it's not like he's hurting for opportunities." Irina's little diatribe comes to an end with a sad shake of her head. "Look at me wasting my breath just talking about him. Anyway here's the comm code for my mother." With that Irina walks into the booth.

  Beth punches in the COM number,..enjoy yourself...i'll let you know when you are down to 40 seconds...

 As Blu meets up with Wess and  Nickerson, and head to leave the Hermes.

  The  Young COM tech shakes her  head,..i don't like him..not  at all....

Garrat showers and changes into semiformals. ( The most formal he has here)  and heads out h to see his comrades off.
-------) ?

   The People Moved  about the ship in a hurry. but this was not  the same rush they had , when gearing up for battle, Now, they were setting up for Business  once more, or getting ready to go down to the Planet

  Shadow  Could be  seen, most times with a COM in  his hand, He  would stop by a table with  Pilots and  talk for a moment, then Move on, sometimes grabbing a Pilot  as they walked passed, saying something to that pilot, then moving on

  Stoly was talking to some  other Shuttle  Pilots, and  Shadow stopped by to chat with them as well, they seemed  agreeable and Shadow moved  On.

  Finally, Shadow ordered a Soda  and  sat Down by his window, the sight  now..was the  Blue Moon, with some white Clouds..dark green ocean...almost earth like,

It had been awfully quiet on the uniCOM.  Jesse got up, dressed not in what she'd originally planned, but was determined to at least make a small guest appearance down at the "party".

It wasn't in her to hurry, so instead, she began wandering around the ships hallways.  Deep in thought on a little of nothing.

In reply to Garrat Wolfrim (msg # 194):

It did not take Ajax long to square away his belongings,
he always traveled pretty light to a new assignment.

Having unpacked, he put on a semi-formal uniform with light armor, and a few concealed weapons. He went outside to look around and see if he could find Garrat.

In reply to Ajax Benjamin Rush. (msg # 11):

Garrat was waiting when Ajax came out.  "Every one needs to know where the Med deck is " so Garrat took Ajax there to see what he could do to get Xyran out of there.  ----)

Inroute conversation can occur here.  "So, what's the loadout of your robotic assault platform ."  Garrat asks using the Viking term for a mech.
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----> From QM Locker

Zob had a small armory of things he was gonna be trying out on the range today but the one thing that stood out among them all was the heavy demon plasma caster he glanced around to see who else was there with em, "So hunter lets get started shall we?"
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Hunter puts the two rifles down
Surely.
Okay the second rifle is a rail carbine come to that in a moment
 Okay this is the AVIR made for UK special forces, primary load for it is the 6.7x35mm CTA cartridge. it puts a 110 grain projectile downrange at velocities exceeding 2,700 feet per second out of an 16" barrel, hitting its target with over 1,780 foot pounds of energy. Performance at range is also excellent thanks to the relatively heavy round.

Okay primary type is APHP (armour piercing hollow point). This particular round features a steel core surrounded by a copper jacket, the tip of which is designed on the basis of a hollow point. When impacting a target, such as a person, the jacket expands outwards, while the steel core continues through into the target, hopefully yawing and causing even more damage. This allows for both a large entry wound and the possibility of the steel core causing even more internal damage to the target. When used against armoured targets, the jacket would essentially flatten against the target while the narrower steel core would be able to follow through, hopefully penetrating the armour. The result is a round that is extremely lethal against unarmoured targets while still being capable of penetrating armor. This is only one of many loads for the versatile 6.7x35mm CTA cartridge, others including jacketed hollow point (JHP), full metal jacket (FMJ), frangible (FG), armour piercing (AP), and a variety of tracer rounds.

it can take various optics and a BAE  silencer with out performance fall off

Zob held the plasma caster by the handle in his left hand as he looked over the rifle, "Very impressive Hunter i look forward to giving it a shot here on the range"

Zob then lifted up the plasma caster his bad boy, "This thing is death incarnate its a Heavy Demon Plasma Caster if you take just one hit from this thing it will melt a whole right through you and any armor your wearing guaranteed, the blob hits you and sticks burning at well over 17,000 degrees Celsius... death is usually instantaneous"
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Hunter nods Impressed at the Demon weapons shear destructiveness.
"Like WP only worse he comments"
"how many rounds till you need to reload?"

he picks up the AVIR
"I put one of them by for examination later". "The thing  like about both of the weapons I have, is that they are selective in the people I hit"

In reply to John Hunter (msg # 16):

Zob thinks for a second before answering Hunter's question, "About 12 shots but every time you pull the trigger it fires 2 bolts of plasma, so it fires a grand total of 24 bolts before you replace the plasma cell in it"

Zob then looks towards Hunter's weapon of choice, "Interesting do show me how they function then ill let you try this thing"
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Hunter nods
The first stage of the pull, breaking at a crisp four pounds, fires a two round burst at the standard rate of fire of eleven hundred rounds per minute. However, if you were to pull the trigger all the way through to the second stage (breaking at six pounds), the fire control group engages an ROF limiter, which consists of a rubber coated steel rod that engages the (fitting in a purpose designed groove) bolt on its rearward travel, slowing the rate of fire down to a highly controllable six hundred-fifty rounds per minute. This lower rate of fire combined with the balanced gas system makes the AVIR extremely controllable when fired on full auto, whilst the 2-round burst function ensures that the rifleman can easily and reliably neutralize armored infantry; all this without the hassle of having to toggle a selector switch between these settings, which is certain to be extremely helpful during CQB and ambush situations.

The two round leave the barrel with in milli seconds of each other breaking against the armour at the same point

Zob then reached his hand out, "Here let me try out your rifle and you can try out the plasma caster, we gotta wrap this thing up within the next hour... gotta get my project done before tomorrow"
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Zob checks his com unit and sighs turning to hunter, "I'm sorry Hunter but this com request takes priority will have to reschedule"

With that he grabs his things and heads back to the QM to turn his stuff in and to prepare his loadout for the briefing later which he will have to stand guard for after which he would head out to go work on getting his project finished.
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Hunter nods agreeing with Zob's opinion
"I hear you. I will have the weapon signed out to you and kept for you, in the armoury."
Hunter heads for the armoury with Zob signs both weapons in, making sure the one is reserved for zobaich.
Then head for the security office and waits
-------------> Security office

  Wess Leaves the office as the Officer begins to  patch through the paperwork for Justin's release.

 As Wess heads bacCato the Rec Dec, he Hits his COM  and leaves a Message,Mr MacPherson, I am..VAptain  Wess of the EVOLs... I would like to know if you are interested in Joining our ranks, or, if you prefer to remain with the ESN...You may COM  me, or  meet me on the Rec Dec, I will be there for about an hour.

In reply to Wess (msg # 22):

He gets a com back "Just a bit curious here lad, how could ya possibly use a wounded mercenary morale officer with a blown apart right hand?"

 Wess  sat down at a Table that was far across the room, near the SIMs. No one bothered to even look at him. If they did, they turned their back on him.

 Seems Like Hack put the clamp on recriets for us. He offered up you and  another fellow who seemed to not...fit the mold..as it were.. I have no idea  what you can do..and I do not know why he put your name on the list. Asa Civie, he can just dump you off  anywhere he wants...so? You tell me, what good are you to me. He ste the COM on the tbale  to speak while he tried to flag down a waitress.

In reply to Wess (msg # 24):

There is a pause, "If I'm a good gamble, would ya fix my hand up to the way it was before?"

..I won't lie to you. I have no idea what your injuries are, You'd need a Med-tech for that. So I can't promise  anything.  He  frowned as he Looked at the COM,  what was HAck try to deal off on him.

In reply to Wess (msg # 26):

   There is a silence for a moment.  Then a sigh.  "They're leaden ya into this blind aren't they?" there's a snort on the com.  I won't lie to ya.  They are just lookin to get me off their hands, but if yer recruitin, I might be able ta help ya out.  Hang on, I'll be up in a bit."
   A little latter, Joseph limps in.  While his body is responding well to the angel food in the ships water and food his hand is still completely bound, and he is still suffering from the wounds he aquired less than half a week ago.  He orders a coffee, see's Wess and seems to know he was the one on the other end of the com.  He sits down and starts very bluntly. "Ya know the Evols haven't been getting a very good reputation fer how they treat their people right."
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 Wess looks him over, he shakes his ehad a Bit and waits for the waitress to go away, not that she was eager to stay with these two.

 We treat our People  just fine. Though I'm thinking, you don't have the Credits  to be one of 'our people'. But..that's fine, if you have a skill, we tend to let some...lesser folks..in.

In reply to Wess (msg # 28):

Joseph blinks at him. "E-vols have been dyin by the bucket load, They're attrition rate is at least five times that of ESN.  Most of yer pilots can't hit the broad side of a barn, those that can can't follow orders, leadership is gained by wealth and not merit so your soldiers are being led into battle by inexperianced men who feel that they can lead simply because their pockets are deep. and you say you treat your people just fine?"
   It don't mean nuthin if their bellys are full of good meat, and they have the latest gear when they are not motivated to get the most from their trainin and then are lead by idiots.  It don't mean nuthin if their beds are soft, or their rooms are plush if they are on a ship built so lightly that the fleet has to protect them so a stray shot doesn't sink them.  It doesn't mean nuthin at all cause after a battle an ESN soldier comes back, parties with his mates, and goes to bed in his cramped quarters on a hard bed and sleeps well because he did the best he could with the training and gear he got, while Evol marines?....they're lucky if they come back in a body bag. No Sir.  You don't treat yer people well."
   My Da was probably the best watch maker in Scotland, we had no trouble with money.  If I wanted to buy into the Evols it would have been a cinch.  He made his money honestly with his own hands, not mule skinnin company's and rapen the people who weren't so fortunate as to be born with a silver spoon up their ass."

    "Now draw your weapon."

  Wess  leans  back after    Joe MAc  rants. He begins to laugh,...look? I'm not BLu...i'm not stupid enough to  draw a weapon  so some   Gun toting Hermes SEC can gun me down....and I'm sure not going to draw it on a little Cripple!

 he is really trying not to laugh, but his eyes  show no mirth,..I think we're  done here...You have nothing to offer the EVOL team...