Text | Post Moon-Warp [OTA with Action Option]

[coffinturk]

There were many guns and ammo with the raiders.

Bring them to me. If you found tools and cleaning supplies for them, bring them with you. I will inspect them. Repair them if it's possible. Show you how to care for them. I'll also trade ammo for the correct one for your weapon. I will show you how to use the weapon and handle it safely, provided you take it seriously.

You can also trade ammunition, guns, and parts you don't want for other electronics and items I gathered from the raiders.

[ There is also some minor details, such as where to find him in the Convoy, when he's willing to meet. Looks like he's commandeering one of the shop spaces in the second set of trains, though he doesn't appear to leave any 'stock' there. ]

That's all I have to say.


[ No name, no description of himself. If a person stops by the shop, be treated to the sight of a relatively new Drifter, pale skin, red eyes, dark hair and wrapped in a red cloak. He doesn't seem to have any physical signs of changes unless you count the ones he came in to the world as changes. Certainly possible. There are an assortment of firearms and ammo as well as several electronics, wires, random bits though they are almost certainly a sample of what he might have collected. ]

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[serialmurderbot]

[The sweep reveals a few points. One: Unless the cloak/coat thing is a recent acquisition (unlikely given the accompanying long hair), then gun-salesman here doesn't have a direct military or security connection. Not conclusive on its own, but it bumps the threat assessment down in a few places (likelihood of recognizing a SecUnit: low) and up in other places (Probability of ad-hoc or self-taught training increases by a few percentage points, hanging around thirty percent.)

At least the guns look marginally less like shit than the broken ones it saw in the aftermath of handling the raider incursions.

Being addressed directly finally makes SecUnit look up, not meeting his eyes but at least keeping its attention turned in the general direction of Vincent's face, its eyes actually turned on a point somewhere over his left shoulder. It's approaching this in 'business' mode, though, so there's less of the awkwardness there might be if it weren't doing this for a reason.]

Please provide the requested safety demonstration and summary of intended firearms curriculum.

[No preamble, no introduction, just getting right into it. The reason for the mask potentially becomes more clear, though - there's a strange buzzing redoubling of its speech when it talks, and the way it sits, its jaw shape is no longer quite what it should be.

There's a single patch on the shoulder of the blue jacket, declaring to anyone with sharp eyes that it's associated with Perihelion, followed by the absolute mouthful of a name of 'The Pan-system University of Mihira and New Tideland.']

[coffinturk]

[ That cloak's also a sign that he's had it a long time. While it's kept up and clearly of quality, there's definitely fraying on the various hems. ]

Ah, it's you. Name?

[ Mystery solved; Vincent's clearly comparing the vocabulary to the text. The tone and strange buzzing is interesting; is there any sense of an electronic tone to it? Or is it only a suggestion that the face and throat underneath might not be configured to what someone might expect from your basic human model?

Asking for a name is completely normal in these circumstances, right? It's probably not just about the mask. Vincent takes one of the 'sample' firearms; a standard semi-automatic pistol, about the 9mm range. Though he pauses long enough to allow his first 'client' to introduce itself (or not), he will go right into the demonstration immediately. Safety comes first; as it always should. And a few things are very evident as he speaks.

First is the strict, disciplined and concise instructions. He may have seemed a man of few words but in the teaching, every word is to the point and easily comprehended for the task or circumstance of safety. The demonstrations are smooth and unhurried.

Second, he was not lying when he claimed to have many years of experience. The way he handles the weapon without any fumbling; a feat that should seem an extra burden with the rather dramatic, albeit vicious metal gauntlet covering his left hand but never seems to affect his skill.

Third, his training might never have been strictly military. But it is also not civilian. There's habits, practices and methodology that comes from formed habit. Even when the instruction itself is something anyone can pick up, his personal motions imply his own learning was not the local gun club or state forestry service's hunting safety class. This man is a professional in something related to firearms and it's a passion.

....Even if his somewhat apathetic tone might leave something to be desired in a teaching environment. ]

Anyone who receives my instruction will be able to disassemble, reassemble, service and use the firearm they are paired with. They will receive some tactics training. If they can't qualify by the end of the instruction, they won't receive a gun. I intend to try and secure any scavenged guns that aren't in the hands of people with a basic understanding of their care and use.

[serialmurderbot]

[This is the most introducing of itself that SecUnit has had to do... ever, actually. You'd think that would take some of the awkwardness out of it, but it really doesn't. Now it gets to be both uncomfortable and really fucking tired of this whole thing, which is why Vincent gets a clipped response. Its voice continues with that bitonal buzz, somewhere between cicadasong and radio static.]

SecUnit, if you have to.

[And then it promptly moves past all that, going silent to observe the demonstration. It doesn't seem at all bothered by the tone, focusing on the content, and especially on Vincent's hands. The mask helps, but although it's clearly intent, it's not offering feedback through expression or posture on how it thinks Vincent is doing. When he wraps up, it gives him a few seconds just to make sure there's no final points to be added.

Vincent is... weird. It's reminded of some of the secret agents from its more unrealistic shows. This definitely isn't the controlled efficiency or the built-as-a-weapon vibe of a SecUnit, but his behavior doesn't match the obvious way most of the public Security or hired enforcement officers its seen, because they're used to using their weapons as a warning first. It runs an analysis measuring Vincent's body language against Karim's, but it doesn't have enough comparative footage of either to get a conclusive result on 'Corporate Death Squad training.']

Likely reaction to those efforts go from ambivalence to purposeful lack of compliance, based on past behavior. [It's annoyed but not surprised by the response it got to its own safety suggestions.] Around forty percent of the population have some degree of past combat experience and are very [over] confident in it.

[coffinturk]

[ If he has to? Interesting. ]

Vincent. If you have to.

[ Clearly this is an introduction in kind.

Also it's the outfit that's probably throwing SecUnit off. Probably. Corporate Death Squad generally go for full ninja and kevlar bulk suit plus high tech red dot that defeats the WHOLE PURPOSE OF CAMOUFLAGE or strict business suit.

Neither of which matches the haunted goth leather and fabric combo the gunman has going. It's just the small keen looks, the evident lack of fully relaxing or being inclined to easy distraction. Vincent Valentine is aware. And he stopped wearing the suit almost three decades ago. ]

Hrmph. I'll keep it in mind. [ While he might almost sound amused by this assessment he's being given, Vincent is far from dismissing it. ] If they don't want to listen, that's fine. I'm not obligated make anyone a liability because they feel they have a right to a gun.

[ That, also, seems to be something he means. Blunt, honest and not at all compassionate about the masses who cry out that they deserve to defend themselves and that means they should be given a gun cart blanche. ]

Anything else you want to ask?

[serialmurderbot]

[Oh, ha ha, very funny. It guesses it walked right into that one.]

Likely means of circumvention are obtaining firearms independently during future raider incursions. Don't be surprised if there are spare guns mysteriously showing up in people's hands.

[It at least does Vincent the favor of not saying that he's a possible target for theft, too, given that he's seemed ready to stockpile as many as he can find. He's not the easiest target, but he's still a target, especially if their implanted attackers stop coming. And it's not happy about that reality, but the truth of the matter as far as it can tell is that this is the kind of environment where rules go out the window the moment some asshole decides they don't count.

As for the question... well it does have an ulterior motive for that one.]

What's the largest projectile weapon you've got an ammunition stockpile for?