"I've still got mine." He'd been trying to get used to local weapons just in case, but you couldn't beat what you'd grown up with. "E-11. I can't let non-Imperials touch it unless it's mission critical, though." That was just a fact of regulation, and an important one.

And despite the power he's got, he's kept up practice. First to keep the muscle memory, then to get used to the local stuff, then to work on speed. As long as he's got this aiming thing, his only limitations are predicting where something's going to go, and how fast he can re-center on a target. And with the hellacious recoil on slugthrowers, that's been his main adversary. "Let's see what you can do, then."

Oh. These things have almost no recoil. Even with the almost five degree adjustment the power's making to account for this piece of junk, this will be over quick.