Right. Yes, she'd probably been sealed. No, she didn't want to talk about it. She was probably embarrassed or just upset about it. Yumeiko Miyuki was not impressed? From what she'd described before of her life, she [i]was[/i] more of a forceful tyrant, so perhaps this was a rather dull demonstration for her. "Ass r-" Yumeiko turned her head and withheld a snicker. She recalled an sight from earlier in the day, blushed a bit and, still grinning, shook her head. "Aah, well. [i]I[/i] typically remain on the ship. And we have newer weapons than this one." Yumeiko held the loose bullet long enough to clean it with a hardlight screen and then inserted it back into the magazine.

"But, essentially, yes." The golden fox nodded, taking the gun and the magazine and approaching Miyuki. "When we have to fight them with precision, humans have made weapons like this. The bullets go into this, this goes in here. There are different configurations than this, too, different ammunitions. It's really impressive how many [i]different[/i] kinds of gun there are." Maybe unhealthy, too, though she was certainly thankful for them, now. "They've even got kinds that shoot beams."

"Speaking of. That isn't the only way we fight them." She laid the assault rifle on a hardlight tray, with the magazine, and let it be carried away. A different weapon came to her, then, with a rather stunningly wide barrel and a battery for a magazine. "[i]This[/i] one's different than you might know." She pressed a different button on the side of the stall, and a much sturdier target rose in front of her.

"Have you seen a naval battle, Miyuki? The great ships of the sea, and their cannons. The battle we underwent just now was like that, but in the Sea of Void. Our ship lent power to the rest of the fleet. The crystal ships that make up much of the fleet are power-hungry, they use energy shields and lasers. It's not as though traditional weapons cannot be fit to them, we would then need to produce [i]ammunition[/i]."

Her eyes turned, "hm?"

Her expression shifted as she received information. Surprise, concentration, then thought. "There's a platform in orbit the fleet wants to investigate. I've been asked to supply a compliment of infantry. They say the platform could be infested."

She held the new weapon in her hands with discipline, never pointing it away from downrange. She turned her attention to it, remembering what she'd intended to do. "Right, this thing." She raised it to her shoulder, took aim, and unleashed a ball of plasma at the metal target. The center of it vaporized.

Yumeiko gave a small triumph for her accuracy before she disassembled and sent the plasma gun away, as she had the first. "We've only got the one of those on board."

In truth, she got a little bit of a rush out of the sheer sense of power the things gave. She liked and disliked it. It was a little frightening, not being able to feel and shape the energy, herself.

She sighed, then, holding her hand out as a pistol now came and was deposited in her hands. "I'll teach you how to use these, if you want, Miyuki. There's some concepts that are common between most of them."

She would send men, just a few. What she could spare. The ship rumbled gently as it accelerated, though the noise was minimal. It didn't pitch them suddenly or hard, but they would feel a little bit of the shift in momentum. The crew on the firing range would compensate, or try to.