Foster

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Judging by the skull and K-pot shaped dings in my '43 Mosin's stock, I don't think cracking it over somebody's skull would hurt it any more than what it's already seen.

Although it seems the bayonet had to be replaced sometime during 1944 in the Ukraine.
-Presumably because it got bent-over and stuck inside something squishy.

/tangent discussion

These are the voyages of the Heavy Hand; Foster and Murasaki

Adria picked up the comm and leaned-back as she lazily began texting the other two with the simple messesge <Shipwide: Foooo_oooooooood...> and stapled a fog-horn noise to its ringtone as she explained her lead to Mutan.

"Guys over at the naval shipyards were talking about one of the sector-generals going nuts, took a bunch of tech with them on the way out. Even if these guys aren't the golfcourse-pranksters, I'm sure some people would be glad to know those people were brought to justice and all that military hardware were recovered... or 'destroyed' while apprehending the poor old general."

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>Meanwhile at the scout-ship refueling bar and lounge

Isaac's comm vibrated, and was greeted by Adria's ringtone concurrent with the text before hanging-up.

He paid hi bar-tab and told the merchant he was haggling with that maybe he'd come back with some of his lady-friends very interested in what he was selling, and to stay out of trouble in the meantime.

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Mosin Nagant, weighs about ten pounds.

A ten pound, five foot long baseball-bat that's also a gun and can stab people.

These are the voyages of the Heavy Hand; Foster and Murasaki

Adria stopped working when her captain gave the subtle hint that she'd been working too hard at a problem that probably wasn't really a real problem, since the ship was fast enough to make being 200 km off a minor thing, and could (and has) in-fact drop them 200 km closer to their intended destination than normally regarded as 'safe'.

Shrugging-off the environmental-suit as she made a 'float' up the ladder and skipping across the cargo-hold in its reduced state of gravity was pretty straightforward as she quickly oriented herself for the normal-gravity of the cabins-area, where she quickly tried to brush the built-up crud out of her hair even as the discarded clothes still gently fell through the air of the cargo-hold like a gigantic sweat-soaked feather.

She then quickly made it through the commons-area by Musan towards her stateroom to finish cleaning herself up a bit. A quick face and hand-wash, followed by a long vest to decorate her otherwise bland computer-woven mesh-armor, which she still wore mostly because it was running diagnostics on sensor-data for all the plumbing in the power-room.

Now properly dressed to relax, she presented herself to Musan and collapsed onto the couch beside her captain and groaned at a frustrating morning in the power-room.

"*sigh* Still haven't found out why the J-drive is misbehaving lately. I'm starting to think we were ripped-off at the last starport with bad fuel. But running it through our ship's refinery still yields no difference."

She then saw what Musan was watching on the monitor.

"This again? Have the judges finally caught that prankster that threw a grav-belt into the 8th hole and made it levitate everyone's balls off the green for a week?" She smirked, hinting that maybe someone had told her who the culprit was.

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Yeah, shattered pelvis is pretty much the go-to way of simplifying the matter.
-And in those cases, yes, even a .380 ACP will do.

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@Pripovednik

yes you can since only one other person has a sniper rifle. I will also add in a gun shop raid sometime in the story so everyone keep that in mind xD

@themadhatter420

Scoped. Mosin. Nagant.
-Being shot by a blind guy.

*applauds choice of uber-custom Remington 700*
-Before that, Marine-snipers used the Winchester Model 70, the rifle used by Carlos in his infamous "through the scope" headshot.

Also, I vote for Cleveland, Ohio.

Also, I'm probably going to hold-in what happened to my first cat and the story of how I learned headshots (and blunt-force) aren't nearly as instant as the movies sell it to be. (he nearly lived to be 21... was planning on sharing a beer with him)
-Yes, even if a chunk of brain gets ejected out the nose. Which kinda makes you wonder how if 90% of the time headshots kill from blood-loss, if it'll ever reliably work against zombies (especially in the case of pistol-rounds such as the .380 ACP).
^That lil tidbit makes zombies, IMO when coupled with the difficulty of making a headshot in the first place, a lot scarier.

Another story was of how a hunter dumped an entire shotgun-tube of 20-gauge 7/8 oz slugs into a deer's head at point blank... still wasn't quite dead enough for field-dressing. It also slid quite a distance down the cliff (the idea was to completely stop it from moving so it would not slide into the rivine).

And then there's the Thompson-LeGarde tests, which were pretty much best-case pistol-headshot scenarios... rather disappointing performance from the .500 Express.

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So... what town we starting this in?

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It's a military diesel which means it can run on even poor Bio fuel

Oh and thanks for Accepting me

@RumikoOhara

*pours moonshine into the fuel-tank*

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@ChaoticNeutral
Quite a few weapons on your character but with her size I will allow it. Love the sniper rifle and we may have to raid a gun store and steal silencers since no one has any xD

@themadhatter420

...

*sigh*

I'll go get my tap and die set...

These are the voyages of the Heavy Hand; Foster and Murasaki

In orbit, Stigma-Starport:

The Heavy Hand rested quietly in its slipway with nary a crewmember stirring, aside from an overworked technician as she fumed at the star-drive for not being nearly as precise as advertised, leading to yet another maintenance-inspection. The simplest answer was that the fuel was somehow becoming tainted; somewhere between the storage-tanks and the drive itself... but actually locating and purging this source of bad luck was going to be another matter, especially since she wasn't going to tear the ship apart just because they haven't jumped to within 200 km of their destination in over a year.

Meanwhile, deeper upon the station, she figured Isaac Dawes was likely trying to get another 'good deal' on refined drive-fuel from his usual sources while their glorious leader was off planetside getting her latest 'fix'.