“Commencing live-firing test,”[i] he murmured for the recording before he picked up a number of empty metal cans. In front of him was one of the few automated turrets he and a few others had been working on for the colony, and this was the first to be set up. [/i]“Threat evaluation, all readings hostile.”[i] At his commands, the mounted laser sight changed from green to a bright red, signaling a correct change in its targeting programming. Nodding happily, he began to gently lob the empty cans up in the air in front of the turret. At first he went slowly, letting the turret shoot each can out of the sky before throwing another. Eventually though, he was hurling cans left and right, up into the sky and rolling them along the ground, doing so fast and slow, and giving the targeting systems and mechanical mount a real workout. When he finally ran out of targets for the turret, Fuyo stepped back with a smile.[/i] “Tracking and accuracy rate seems to hold at about 95%. Easily within acceptable boundaries, I’d call this a success.” [i]With that he put an end to the recording and began to pack up his tools, ready for the next job ahead. It just wasn’t one he was really expecting, and one he was already running late for.

He arrived at the gathering location fully dressed, the jacket and his full loadout having been put on over the body armor he wore for his day to day routine. His carbine was slung so it hung in front of him, and he gave the other five members of this sudden expedition a small wave in greeting as he jogged up to them. It looked like he was just in the nick of time as a large transport rolled over to the gate and came to a halt, ready to receive the team. [/i]“Sorry about that, got word when I was still working.”