She does not shake her head, though the temptation is there. She lines up, and fires, and down the range, the target at the extreme end, the size of a large coin, explodes into wax and paper. She cycles the bolt.
"It's worth being able to pick up someone else's ammunition to me. Especially if said ammunition is in the hands of an Imperial." She carefully holds the gun upright, hands on the stock and the barrel, well away from the trigger. "This is their standard-issue two-handed gun. ... Well. No. most stock is carbine. This barrel is rifled, so the bullet flies more true."
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Date: 2024-12-30 08:44 pm (UTC)"It's worth being able to pick up someone else's ammunition to me. Especially if said ammunition is in the hands of an Imperial." She carefully holds the gun upright, hands on the stock and the barrel, well away from the trigger. "This is their standard-issue two-handed gun. ... Well. No. most stock is carbine. This barrel is rifled, so the bullet flies more true."