# Ch.16: More Dakka
Ok, we're back with the uplifted-canid-furry-orange-thingies.
After making sure that they wouldn't instantly kill themselves with the guns,
they were brought into the firing range.
As it turns out, when your slaves have huge ears on top of their heads,
it's tough to give them earmuffs,
but they finally decided on some silly-looking ones that
covered them with a shell of compound metals and ceramics.
F6: Your ears are gone.
F4: W-what!? *Reaching into head*
Z: We used cutting-edge optics to make your
ears mostly invisible to normal and near-infrared light.
If you focus, you can still notice a black outline of them.
F2>F4: Wow, it seems to rotate as you move around!
Some cartoonist could have fun with that.
Z: That should protect you from noise and frag.
It also contains built-in microphones and radio communications.
F3: Why are you giving us this?
J: Real guns are real noisy! You wouldn't want to lose your hearing,
would you!?
J: And don't shoot yourselves or each other! You'll die instantly! GOT IT!?
F5: Yeah, sure.
J: Good! Now, we have a selection of guns on the counter.
you can pick whatever you want, except for Frank.
F1: I can't pick Frank?
F6: Haha.
J: ...
G: 'A' Hopes you weren't serious.
F1: N-no sir, definitely not.
J: You know what? We'll be showing you the guns in order.
Let's start with the pistols.
There were some .45-70 BFRs, .50AE Deagles, and .40-Super Beretta 96's.
All lesser calibers were considered 'Insufficient' and disposed of.
G: Maybe I should get you some wrist braces.
J: Just make sure to get a good grip on the gun or you'll break your hands.
F4: Ok?
Z: You should start with the smaller pistols.
Z: Make sure that the front and back sights are aligned,
and aim towards the centre of the target.
Z: You must also correct for the fall of the round if applicable.
J: By the way, even if the rounds don't have lead in them,
you shouldn't huff the fumes, understood?
Then they started blasting.
F4: Ow! My wrist!
J: Stop limp-wristing!
G: Fifi, you should avoid flinching when shooting.
F2: Oh, okay.
G: Filbert, please focus on the front sights.
F3: Huh? Oh well.
G: Frank, you should aim a bit lower.
F5: Yeah, sure.
G: Remember that if the target is really close,
you may not need to aim much at all!
F6: Why are we training then?
J: The target is NOT always two meters away, you know.
They kept firing the PTFE-coated, carbyne-reinforced,
polonium-infused, uranium ++P++ AP ULTRARAPE rounds,
because there is no such thing as overkill.
The training rounds didn't have the polonium for safety reasons,
But they still were some real wrist-destroyers.
Even the measly .40 could kill some AR500 plates,
although this is like saying that could penetrate butter.
Except for F5, they all moved on to the shotguns.
They were available on 8-gauge, 6-gauge, and 4-gauge.
They also used ++P++ ULTRARAPE shot. Around 0000 buck with a big slug behind.
G: Wait, wait. Stop for a second.
G: Are you sure about this?
It will either send them flying or break their bones.
J: Alright fine, MOM. Who wants a BAR chambered in .300 Ultra Mag?
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G: No. Let's talk about this.
They cut the mic.
F4: Well, I mean, those guns really did hurt my wrists.
F5: But that's because you're a pussy.
F4: But could you handle a gun ten times more powerful than that?
F5: Pfft. Definitely.
F6: Are you sure about that?
F5: ...
F5: Ok, maybe my wrists did hurt a little too. But don't tell them.
J: I heard that.
F5: Damn.
G: Oh, don't worry! It was almost impossible to use those guns.
F3: You're back already?
J: Yes, and we got to an agreement.
Hundreds of tiny slime needles penetrated them.
They were very thin, so they didn't hurt much.
F4: AH!
J: Shhh. Don't move, or I'll really break something.
After a few seconds, the needles withdrew.
F1: What did you do, sir?
Z: I reinforced some of your tissues.
Now your bodies should be able to sustain the recoil.
F6: I feel a bit numb.
Z: Those were the anesthetics.
You would not have wanted to feel how we melted down your bones.
J: Now, let's continue with the shotguns.
G: Alright, you should watch the recoil these can really throw you off.
G: Make sure to rest the stock a bit to the side of your shoulder,
and place your cheek on the stock.
J: Wow, your muzzles kind of didn't get in the way!
G: Freya, you're gonna dislocate your arm if you shoot like that.
F6: Oh, I didn't realize.
Then they started blasting, again.
G: Make sure that you're capable of firing quickly and accurately.
J: With shotguns,
it's more like "Make sure that you don't accidentally shoot the dog."
Unless you work for the police. Heh.
Z: That is why you suck at aiming.
F6: What's a dog, anyways?
F1: I think I have seen them. Four limbs, paws, snout, furry all over...
F3: Are we dogs?
J: NO! FOXES!
F3: But what is the difference?
J: I would say intelligence, but that would surely be wrong.
G: I can explain. Basically...
After a boring explanation and some more training,
they moved on to the "rifles", which were mostly GPMGs.
A tentacle presented the things.
J: Alright, here are some ultra-magnum M1918s,
Z: Actually FN-
J: S-18/1100s! And M242s, modified for personal usage.
J: We added select-fire to the autocannons. Don't ask how.
F5: Let me guess, the 'Ultra-Magnum' one is way weaker.
J: Yes, the one with the bigger caliber is actually bigger,
and no, you can't try them.
F5: Awww...
F6: Why not?
J: Because he probably wouldn't be able to even lift the damn thing.
F5: Hold on, let me try. *grabs S-18*
F5: It's rather light, actually.
J: WHAT!? HOW!?
Z: Using the power of SCIENCE AND ENGINEERING™,
I managed to reduce the weight of all weapons by around 80% or more.
Jack poured a mug of saturated resiniferatoxin solution, drank it,
then spat it on Zack's face.
Z: It itches a bit on the eyes.
F5: So, is it a yes?
J: Yeah, yeah, you can try the big guns no problem.
F5: *Totally manly happiness sounds*
F2: So, why do so many of these guns start with M?
J: Simple. The armies of the past world had a standardization fetish,
so they usually slapped some generic trash with "Model" or "Mark"
plus some number selected for reasons nobody understands.
J: What you can be certain of is that half of the time,
any "M" will always be the same thing, unless you go to another country.
G: Or unless you mod the hell out of your guns, like 'B' here.
J: Anyways, these rifles are the same as with the shotguns,
except that the safety lever has a an extra "many bullets" option.
F3: Uh-huh.
J: Could you continue 'C'? I'm not that good with full-auto stuff.
G: Sure. The "many bullets" option means that the gun will continue
shooting while you press the trigger, until you run out of bullets.
F4: So we don't have to aim?
G: It depends. Any normal person
won't come out of cover if they're being shot at,
but it also helps if you can't really pin down the enemy,
or if they are especially tough.
G: Just make sure to keep it on target and you should be fine.
F4: Hold on, how do these sights work?
G: See those numbers?
You can use them to calibrate the sights for its distance to the target.
F4: And how far away is it exactly?
G: Ah, you can use one of these rangefinders.
F1: How do I use the rangefinder, sir?
F2: How do I load this belt thingy?
F6: Can I have a cookie?
Fortunately, Guy's patience was truly boundless.
Also, cue the flying foxes.