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Happiness Is a Warm Gun [Tag, Kyle & Tycho, Open]

New Canton training grounds. It was a decent camp, full of find memories of Independent soldiers going through basic training as the War for Independence kicked off. Gwen had spent a good deal of time stomping and marching over every inch of the camp from the mountains off in the distance to along the river bank to the east of the barracks. The place she had picked for the testing of explosives was where her cavalry unit had tested our their tanks, their skiffs, their mortars, and pretty much everything they had ever used to go boom with. It gave the red head a giddy feeling as she wheeled the red sorrel horse around for another run at the targets she had asked Stacy to supply at the ends. A small sprint for the animal, yes, but the challenge was getting the required number of shots off in the target zone before hitting a certain mark.

Gwen was really going to have to do this more often.

Wheeling the horse back around she urged the mare forward bringing up her g-36 rifle to her shoulder popping off two rounds as she hit the first mark. Three more as the second passed, and a final try as the horse came within distance of the last. Carefully the red head pulled back on the reins while the horse chomped at the bit in her mouth, encouraging her to move over to the target. That was when Gwen scowled- shy on the last shot of hitting inside the zone. The others were sound enough for a kill shot, but that last one? She was going to have to try it again. Giving her chrono a glance she figured there was enough time for one more round before Kyle or Tycho were to show up. With a hoot and a hollar the red head wheeled the horse back around grinning like a fool. Yep- one more round.

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"Less chance of messing up with the old school ways of shootin." Giving Kyle a quick wing, the red head studied the E-11 that he handed out to her. It was heavier, yes, and more of what she expected from something like this. Carefully she gave it a little heft before folding out the stock as he had after having watched him do it once. Gwen had a knack for machines and weapons which had landed her to stay within the 501st over some of her friends.

The scope? Was nice. Placing the butt of the stock against her shoulder she studied the holes that Kyle had placed within the target giving a soft sound of approval. It didn't take the woman long before she was shooting off rounds herself marking them close to what Kyle had done. Of course Gwen couldn't help but give an exasperated sigh once she had lowered the rifle. "I missed." Her intentions were to duplicate what he had done, blast within a blast, but alas that just wasn't meant to be this go around. "I like it a whole lot better though. The weight is a little more of what I was used t' lugging around with my g-36."

When Gwen turned back to him Kyle was grinning and holding a bandoleer of spherical silver objects a bit smaller than a closed fist. In fact they looked like they were meant to be taken off and thrown. "I thought a rifle might be a bit more familiar. In that case these shouldn't seem that odd to you. Merr-Sonn Class A Thermal Detonators. Effective blast radius of twenty meters. They attach to any metal object, and then detonate when their timers run out. Great all purpose explosive because of that. Don't need to carry separate charges for demolitions."

Still smirking he plucked one off the bandoleer, and flipped the trigger. Letting it cook off for two seconds he threw it towards one of the targets. With a clank it attached and then detonated throwing soil, grass, and debris from the target all over. "What do you think?"

Yes, Kyle. The woman likes your explosives a lot. Gwen watched intently as the detonator was thrown and actually stuck to what Kyle had tossed it on. Where was this when they were taking out Purplebelly tanks that they couldn't keep? It would have worked wonders if they had those during the War. "Cōng míng de," Gwen breathed out giving a nod of approval as she soon turned to looking at the others that he had on the bandoleer. Those? Were downright shiny!

"So you just toss'em and they stick like that? How? What's it filled with? Any certain explosives? Can they be rigged to go off later than that? What about to go off together?" Why yes the woman was quite intrigued!

Kyle laughed as he got down to explaining the workings of the device. Jan could laugh all she liked he actually enjoyed teaching. "Well the casing is made of thermite and axidite. Inside is some baradium. The detonator sends a pulse of energy into the baradium which triggers a fusion reaction. A lot of a heat and a particle field are released atomizing pretty much anything in the blast radius. So yeah don't give these to the guy in the squad who is always dropping things okay."

"Huh."

Okay maybe it was a little over Gwen's head, but she listened intently. There hadn't been that many slippery fingers in her unit after they got out of basic. Anyone with the perchance to drop a grenade in the middle of a squadron was out.

Motioning Kyle over to a table she had set up that was in the shade the red head carefully reached down and picked up a slender disc that was the size of a nickle. "It kinda has the same kick as one of these little babies. This right here is what they call a Griswold. Pressure sensitive, so it made right to place them on the ground in the open once they were painted a neutral shade that blended in with the ground." Glancing up at Kyle she gave him a wry grin. "When we were on St. Albans the Alliance found a way to put these in different fruits, mostly apples, before setting them. Take a bite outta one of them spoiled things and you'd lose more than just a hand." It was better to lose an arm than the majority of your upper chest when the thing went off.

Her enemies had planted explosives in fruit! Kyle knew the odds of war, and it told him that some innocent was harmed by this callous act. The anger became clear on his face, and he had to take a deep breath. Letting it pass over him and dissipate. The power hungry never cared who they killed in their squabbles. "Bastards! I thought my universe was the only one with that irresponsible of a military. It's always common people who end up getting the worst of it."

There are some things that can disturb even a Jedi Masters calm. To Kyle it didn't mean a lose of control. It meant he was still human.

It wasn't the worst that they did. To Gwen it was a small bump on the grander road to what was the Alliance. When it came to the Boarder worlds or the Rim worlds, they didn't care if they wiped out whole towns or entire planets. They had already proven that with Shadow. "I think it's something that every 'verse is required to have. And people who are willing to fight against it... then lose in some cases." Setting the Griswold down carefully, sure he got the picture, she reached for the simple grenade that had come from Earth-that-was.

"Simple little ditty. Works well for quick fixes like the flash-bangs. Toss a couple of these babies up in the air and the heat seekers tended to leave us alone." Handing one of the round weapons over to Kyle, she motioned to the pin at the top. "Standard pull and toss. You have less than seven seconds to get the thing out and away else you might just lose a little more than your arm."

Kyle got the picture far clearer than she might know. The thought of what might have happened if they hadn't toppled the Empire. Centuries of darkness under the Sith would have crippled the galaxy to the point it could never recover. It was terrible to know that in some universe people like that had won. Maybe when this was all finished he could help her right that wrong. Taking the grenade Kyle turned it around in his hands and gave it a close inspection. Finally he moved back toward the target range pulled the pin, and flung it toward a target.

Six.. five.. four.. three..

On one count the grenade hit the ground, exploding in a flash of dirt and smoke. Red flame filled the void in the center of the explosion taking out a chunk of the 'ground' that could have easily wiped out five to ten men depending on how close their range was. Shrapnel, if it had been in it, could have easily taken out even them from where they were standing. It was crude. It was efficient. "They come in different grades, depending on the strength and what you are taking out. This is more efficient with ground infantry. Armored vehicles need stronger projectiles or mines to take apart their transmissions and so forth."

Oh Gwen knew that look well. It had been one she had developed the last few years of the War having worked it well across many an officers face. Gwen crossed her arms and glanced sidelong at Kyle, brow quirking slightly. "Crude compared t' what you probably are used to. Tycho was rather surprised we still used nukes."

Kyle whistled as he surveyed the destruction from the grenade. He had to admit to being just a bit impressed. Her mention of nukes made him snap back around. "We only stopped using nukes because we found far more awful ways to lay waste to a planet."

At the Academy they'd gone through almost all of them. Planetary bombardment, Seismic devices, super gravity fields, and then later on came the Death Stars. Oh yes his galaxy was so civilized and advanced.

"Shadow..." Swallowing hard, the red head reached around for one of the other weapons on the table carefully studying it. "Alliance decided to strike at us hard. One of our biggest supporters was a world called Shadow. They bombed th' hell outta her with nukes. Towns, innocents.. they didn't care." No one was going to be able to live there ever again. Not for another five hundred years if that long. "Think they rightly did a dandy with just them."

Looking back to Kyle the Browncoat held out one of the pistols (http://kitsune-studios.com/MenWithoutWorlds/malsgun_1280.jpg) she carried toward him. "Now this you might like. Standard issue for most Independent officers. It's a six shooter, can take different ordinance like tracers, flares, and high velocity rounds." These were her pride and joys. She had both since the beginning of the War and nothing was going to take them away. If she only had her rifle the woman would have been set. "Good in a pinch and can pack a hell of a punch."

Kyle took the weapon and examined it for a few minutes before aiming it. Squeezing the trigger he was surprised by the blast from the thing. Seeing he was shooting too high he adjusted his stance and breathing. By the last round he was comfortable with the pistol. Not near as good as he was with his blaster but it would do.

"Alderaan. The Empire destroyed it. The whole planet. Billions all of them innocent. No one had weapons they were a planet of diplomats." He left out that it was also Tycho's homeworld. Kyle was hoping Gwen would take the confession as it was intended. As a fellow soldier who knew the horrors that a ruthless enemy could deliver.

"It's a good weapon. I see why you are so attached to it," he said as he handed the pistol back.

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