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

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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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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.

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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."

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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.

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"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."

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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.