"Samurai had catalogs for almost everything. Some were more extensive than others, while some were almost entirely focused on a narrow area. It was often dangerous to get into the higher ranks.
Still, there's a general rule of thumb: anything you can buy will work in lower-level human materials. The guns will use standard ammunition and the machines will plug into local wall sockets. very convenient. ha. Higher levels require special ammunition, power sources, and materials.
Still, everything is always packaged in an easy-to-use way.
The Protector makes killing aliens fun and easy. "
-- Excerpted from "Salama
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It didn't take long for everyone to get ready to go. No matter what you think about kids, when it happens, most of them adapt quickly. I asked the remaining adults and older teenagers like Mary and Lucy to think about having to do it themselves and how to get everyone moving. Meanwhile, I walked out into the hallway.
"Godman? Mialis?"
Yes?
"I'm already thirty-seven, right?" I asked. "I needed something to protect myself and the kids."
I understand. There are two ready-made solutions. Get yourself a powerful weapon; this will allow you to take on large numbers of enemies on your own. Acquire a collection of weaker weapons for your allies. You might be able to buy six very simple kinetic pistols from the Class I kinetic pistol catalog. Every alien killed with one of these weapons, even if you didn't kill it yourself, will provide you with a small amount of points, and may even refund the weapon points over time. There is always a middle ground, a combination of both.
I looked around the entrance to the vault and saw this group of people. I wouldn't trust those kittens with guns. But what about some older people? Baldy is a bit of a wimp, but I bet he can pull the trigger, and so can the female teacher.
"What cheap guns do you have?" I asked.
I can recommend the Foxteeth Model D. Small, reliable, easy to aim and semi-automatic. Its magazine holds 15 rounds of 9x19 Parabellum. They come with a box of ammunition. Five points each.
"Okay," I said. "Cool, yeah. Can they get those out?" I pointed to the body of the alien I'd shot further down the hallway.
A well aimed shot can. Most of the smaller opposition models are very fragile. They rely more on numbers than individual strength to overwhelm their opponents.
"Is this going to be a problem?" I asked.
Once the rebels capture the area around the landing site, they begin sending out troops in droves. Yes, this will be a problem. I recommend either getting gear to fight the large number of enemies or leaving the area.
"Damn. Well, I need a gun for myself. I'm guessing somewhere in the, uh, twenty range. If it's a choice between something that can save me and something that can't, then saving any Things are meaningless. Do you understand?"
For twenty points, I recommend using the Trenchmaker. This is a heavy duty general purpose feed pistol. You can load any standard ammo between 5 and 12mm. After each round is scanned, the barrel and chamber expand, allowing you to fire almost any type of standard small arms ammunition.
“Kind of fancy,” I said. It’s not that I don’t know anything about guns, really.
It comes with a targeting system, an additional incendiary armor-piercing magazine... and a laser pointer!
I snorted. "Selling. Will you give me a leather case?
I'm afraid you'll need level I simple clothing to get a proper holster. Wonderful pistol that does have a comprehensive safety mechanism.
"Yeah, yeah, let's talk about this... later. Clothes are not a priority." I sniffed and put my hand under my nose. Looking into the vault, it looked like they were ready to go. "Okay, let's do this. Give me the two Fox guns, and the trench machine," I said.
New Purchase: Foxteeth Model D
Points reduced to... 27
New Purchase: Foxteeth Model D
Points reduced to... 22
New Purchase: Trenchmaker
Points reduced to... 7
Three boxes appeared at my feet. Two of them were relatively small, and the third was larger, maybe a hand and a half long. I opened one of the smaller boxes and stared at the gun inside.
That's... a gun. Square, but also square, like a gun. I pulled it out of the box and twisted it this way and that. There is a switch on one side labeled safety and the other labeled sight. I popped the latter open and a pair of arms popped out from the top. A hologram of three small red circles appears in its center. I hold it up. It's light and feels great for the quality of the thing.
Fold them by tapping the aiming switch again. "Easy, I guess," I muttered, pushing the gun back into its case.
Another gun is a work of art. Seven inches of chrome, the barrel is as thick as my wrist, creating an angled grip with a guard that covers the user's entire hand. I carefully took the gun out of the box. It's very heavy. It fits in my hand like it was meant to be there.
The gun comes preloaded with 9x19 pa
abellum.
My glasses filled with the loading screen, and then a small element appeared in my HUD, an outline of the gun's magazine, with a label next to each round. No matter where I pointed the trench machine, a hovering circle appeared with the word "Safe On" next to the reticle.
"Okay, worth it," I said.
"Cat?" I turned around to see Daniel rolling out of the room. "Are you okay?" he asked. Then his eyes fell on the gun in my hand, and the two guns in front of me. "Oh shit, is this real?" he asked.
"What is true?" I asked immediately.
"Well, you smuggle guns? Or you're a samurai." He grinned. "It's really cool, you know. Except for the whole apocalyptic thing. It's okay without that. Hey, can I get a copy?"
“I give them to mature people,” I said, tucking the trench machine into the back of my pants. The extra bullets in the box were put into the pockets. "That means anyone but you."
"You hurt me, Cat," he said. "Uh...is this Miss Cat now? Miss Cat? Cat Village?"
"Try that last one again and I'll test my new toy on you," I growled. I'm acting, but I'm glad Daniel is still himself.
"You know I'm always willing to test toys, but, ah, maybe I'll give these up."
"Come on, idiot," I said with a grin. I put two fox fangs on his legs. "Can you help me distribute these to useful people."
