“You fools wouldn’t know a proper scout rifle if it bit you in the ass—and this one certainly will.”
“Big talk for someone with such a spindly little gun.”
“Care to arrange a private match? See for yourself how this spindly little thing holds up?”
“You’re not worth the trouble.”
“Sounds like somebody’s chicken.”
“Yeah, the Colonel, down in the hangar. Me, I just don’t feel like wasting my time on some braggart with Veist’s latest scam excuse for a gun.”
“Oh, but this isn’t Veist’s latest. This baby’s tried and true—been on the market for a good couple years now. Had plenty of time to test it, tune it, and soup it up. Isn’t a question of who made it anymore. This thing can ping domes with the best of ‘em now.”
“Heh, maybe it can ping, but that’s all it’ll do. What’s it shoot, BBs?”
“BBs, sure. Precision engineered ballistic polymer BBs, ionized and discharged as tightly confined bursts of directed plasma. Think your helmet can take it? I wouldn’t wanna scratch the paint.”
“You’d have to actually hit me to do that, and even if your gun’s any good, from the way you handle yourself, I very much doubt you are.”
“Well then, I ask again: care to step into the Crucible?”
(Black Scorpion 4-sr w/ Oiled Gunmetal)