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[Backdated to before Miscun]
Since she was given a personal shield by some grateful groundies (as she was beginning to call the hapless inhabitants of the worlds the fleet kept stopping by and helping out), Cassie had been itching to try this. It only took some tinkering and buying, and she could take care of the questions she was burning to answer.
She was at the range. More specifically she was on the range. Right where you're not supposed to be. Though with a lane to herself. Small comfort as she had a variety of types of small arms pointed at her and was setting them off by remote control. As each projectile hit the shield, there was a glimmering as it was stopped, suspended in midair and dropped to the ground. She laughed when a neat row of bullets from her Stoner rifle stitched the air in front of her, which vibrate and pulsed with the shield's efforts at slowing then stopping them.
Better to know it here if it was gonna fail her, where the hospital was closeby, than in the field, she reasoned, though that could have just been her thrillseeking tendencies talking.
Since she was given a personal shield by some grateful groundies (as she was beginning to call the hapless inhabitants of the worlds the fleet kept stopping by and helping out), Cassie had been itching to try this. It only took some tinkering and buying, and she could take care of the questions she was burning to answer.
She was at the range. More specifically she was on the range. Right where you're not supposed to be. Though with a lane to herself. Small comfort as she had a variety of types of small arms pointed at her and was setting them off by remote control. As each projectile hit the shield, there was a glimmering as it was stopped, suspended in midair and dropped to the ground. She laughed when a neat row of bullets from her Stoner rifle stitched the air in front of her, which vibrate and pulsed with the shield's efforts at slowing then stopping them.
Better to know it here if it was gonna fail her, where the hospital was closeby, than in the field, she reasoned, though that could have just been her thrillseeking tendencies talking.
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