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maskormenacelogs2019-09-08 01:30 pm
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Open Logs!
WHO: Shae Vizla AND YOU!
WHERE: Various locations I've made up that can be anywhere! Red's Roadkill Grill (and Karaoke), Glass Joe's Boxing (est. 1987), Mack's Junkyard and Machine Shop, Shooting Range
WHEN: Throughout September!
WHAT: Various Shenanigans!
WARNINGS: Violence follows her around like a puppy, and she actively seeks it out for fun.
Red's Roadkill Grill (and Karaoke): $3 beer pitchers, $5 baskets of fried gator tail, and the best hotwings in the county. Shae will probably be at least one pitcher in, and either dancing or singing. As long as it's 80s-era rock or metal, she actually doesn't sound half bad. Favorites are "Cherry Pie" and "Pour Some Sugar On Me".
Red's Roadkill Grill (and Karaoke): OPTION 2 All of the above, but Shae has just put someone in an arm lock and smashed their face down onto the bar. She's bent down to snarl something in their ear, and looks absolutely furious.
Glass Joe's Boxing: Come spar with a mandalorian brawler, no holds barred! You can probably find her in the ring with her knuckles taped, or working a heavy bag.
Mack's Junkyard and Machine Shop: Shae's doing maintenance on her bike, and providing casual muscle for the owner. She's currently elbow-deep in tools and machinery, with two very large, slobbery junkyard dogs lounging near her. One of them has a fairly fresh scar on its face around its newly missing eye, and is leaning adoringly against her leg.
Shooting Range: Let's see what this new world has to offer in the way of firepower! She'll be in the range, playing with handguns.
WHERE: Various locations I've made up that can be anywhere! Red's Roadkill Grill (and Karaoke), Glass Joe's Boxing (est. 1987), Mack's Junkyard and Machine Shop, Shooting Range
WHEN: Throughout September!
WHAT: Various Shenanigans!
WARNINGS: Violence follows her around like a puppy, and she actively seeks it out for fun.
Red's Roadkill Grill (and Karaoke): $3 beer pitchers, $5 baskets of fried gator tail, and the best hotwings in the county. Shae will probably be at least one pitcher in, and either dancing or singing. As long as it's 80s-era rock or metal, she actually doesn't sound half bad. Favorites are "Cherry Pie" and "Pour Some Sugar On Me".
Red's Roadkill Grill (and Karaoke): OPTION 2 All of the above, but Shae has just put someone in an arm lock and smashed their face down onto the bar. She's bent down to snarl something in their ear, and looks absolutely furious.
Glass Joe's Boxing: Come spar with a mandalorian brawler, no holds barred! You can probably find her in the ring with her knuckles taped, or working a heavy bag.
Mack's Junkyard and Machine Shop: Shae's doing maintenance on her bike, and providing casual muscle for the owner. She's currently elbow-deep in tools and machinery, with two very large, slobbery junkyard dogs lounging near her. One of them has a fairly fresh scar on its face around its newly missing eye, and is leaning adoringly against her leg.
Shooting Range: Let's see what this new world has to offer in the way of firepower! She'll be in the range, playing with handguns.
Shootang!
Well. Stay used to them. He was a regular here by now, generally making polite conversation with civvies he knew on sight, being a little more talkative with the local service members and vets, and being comfortably silent with Rex when their schedules overlapped.
And he had just about the most regular schedule that he could manage. So he usually saw the same faces every time, in the same lanes.
Today was different, though. Someone was in a lane next to his, one that usually went unfilled at about this hour.
Someone he recognized. He nodded to Shae as he took up his usual spot.
Re: Shootang!
They're loud--enough that the reverb goes through the soundproofing in her helmet and she's almost wishing she took the headgear the guy at the desk offered--heavy, awkward, ugly and the recoil on even the pistol is enough to jump in her hands. This is sleenshit.
Worse, there's no nonlethal setting unless you change the ammunition out entirely, you'd have to take disabling shots and even with her aim that's dicey.
She puts the pistol down with care and disgust, and cracks open the chamber on a double-barreled scattergun as long as her arm--because that's convenient to carry, sure--loads two cartridges (just two!) and takes aim at her own chestplate down the range.
"Buckshot" pings off in a thousand directions without doing more than chipping the paint.]
Oh for fuckssakes.
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She's probably figured it out by now, but it's worth making sure this stops before someone gets hit with a ricochet. He sets down the rifle he was going to practice with, going over to tap her on the shoulder.]
There's not much they've got that'll get through proper armor. They manufacture some weak armorweave composites and that's about it. Best not to try any of this out on proper kit.
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[She hits the button to make the targeting system bring her chestplate to her, and takes it down, peeling the sensor pads off the back. The impacts barely registered. She might end up winded, but not much more than that.]
Kinda torn. On the one hand, locals can't do dick to me if I'm kitted out, on the other, if my charge packs crap out, I'd almost be better off with my fists.
[She leans a hip against the counter.]
You played with their "armor piercing" rounds? [She makes sarcastic air quotes] Any good, or does it only count for their shit?
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They won't get through yours. [His, maybe. His was mostly made for blast protection and to disperse the energy of blaster bolts, not particularly to stand up to slug-throwers.]
Barely anybody armors up here, apart from some of the imPorts. The OTO's manufactured some combat droids, though, they've got some plating on them. Joints haven't been sealed so far, but if they keep manufacturing them that might change.
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Any chance of me getting my hands on some of the weirder armaments, or someone willing to let me shoot 'em up like this?
[She tilts her head.] OTO?
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This place has just about everything legal to shoot here, barring a few short-range electrical stun devices and armaments brought in by imPorts. [Like his own E-11. He's been lucky to have it here, given all they've experienced.]
A corporate conglomerate that serves as the front for a radical anti-imPort group. They've carried out a number of terror attacks on imPort and civilian targets, and attempted to carry out a nuclear strike on Heropa. [He glances down the range towards the targets.] They're probably why the DS-2 station appeared as well, but that's speculation above my paygrade.
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Anyone have holos of the attacks, or whatever you call 'em here? I'd settle for reports. I don't like not knowing what I can end up against.