"Hi, I'm Cassie Suthorn...and welcome to Jackass."

[abtakha]

[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.

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[abtakha]

Poor Gunther. Cassie's now dug her heels in and his attempts to make her follow common sense are only going to make it worse.

"Go ahead. But I spent a long time setting this up, so I'm gonna finish my own testing if yah don't mind."

And with that she begins to set the next gun in place.

[crux_npcs]

If she wanted, he wasn't going to stop her. Gunther simpler gave her the warning he felt obligated to give. Anything after that and it was interfering too much.

So he took his place a little further away, to do his own practice. That was why he was originally down here.

I'm imagining him singing the Ding Dong Song btw

[abtakha]

Eventually Cassie is satisfied that her new shield is capable of stopping a single shot from pretty much anything the fleet has in stock. She'll stop there. Even she's not reckless enough to chance whether it can stop an SRM round, which are expensive anyway.

She leaps over the barrier and walks over to Gunther.

"Don't recognize that uniform. What branch you with, anyway?"

[crux_npcs]

"AFLAK."

He answered in between cracks of his rifle. Once he's satisfied, he pulls himself up so he can face her.

"I'm afraid anymore would be too much."

[abtakha]

That told her enough though. Cassie rolled her eyes, then immediately regretted it. This AFLAK could be like the loutish bullies in her home Cappelan Confederation's Maskirovka. Or they could be more like the ninja assassins of the Draconis Combine's DEST. Best not to antagonize them until she had an idea one way or the other.

[crux_npcs]

He did take her reaction the wrong way. But not in a bad way.

"It may seem silly but we do have operational protocol to follow."