fandomhigh | Rage Against the Machine: Etc, Etc, Etc; Tuesday, Second Period [02/15].

The class was back at the ancient temple/new rebel base in the Danger Shop again, only this time, they were definitely starting out near the top of the structure, on a wide ledge that could not only comfortably fit all of them, but also a long line of turret cannons.

"Alright, guys," Summer started with a nod. "So we've got our base and we've kitted it out with all the basics, and now it's time to talk defense. Because eventually, the evil galactic empire in question is definitely going to find out where your base is hidden and there's a good chance you'll have to defend it, probably with your lives. We're definitely not going to go into a full on battle strategy...yet...but we are going to learn how to use some good heavy equipment," she set a hand proudly on one of the turrets, "to start out with. Good for taking down any suspicious air craft that may be floating around trying to get all up in your business. Of course, if a spy drone or ship goes does, that's definitely going to get traced back to you, so sometimes, you just gotta let 'em fly and lay low, but after a while, it might be a problem, and that's where the heavy artillery might come in.

"How exactly did our low-key rebel operation manage to procure high quality turret guns in the first place? I don't know. Probably stolen. Could have been refurbished out of junk parts. Maybe we had a bake sale. Financing a political movement isn't nearly as exciting as just shooting stuff, although it is important and something we'll probably go over, too, but not on the week right before a break. That is definitely a 'let's learn how to use giant fucking guns and shoot shit' sort of week."

So, with that said, Summer took some time to explain the turret guns themselves and demonstrate how they worked, so that hopefully even the most firearms deficient newb could pick it up and feel...well, maybe not comfortable, but at least willing to try it out. "Now, of course," she added, "these might be way different from the kinds of heavy weaponry you might have in your own worlds and dimensions, but it's all basically the same concept, if you learn one, you can probably pick up another pretty easily."

Uh, no, Summer, sorry, but not everyone was you or Rey.

"Let me know if you have any questions. Once you guys get settled, behind the guns the sim's going to kick in and you'll have some bogeys in the air to shoot at and get some practice in. The more you go, the quicker and more evasive they're going to get, too, so hopefully, those of you who are new to this will have some time getting used to it, and, if you pick it up pretty quickly, you'll still have a challenge. So go ahead, man your guns, and let's shoot some shit."

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The bulk of it is instructions on how to use these particular turrets, so feel free to lock in on the basics, get distracted by the view, or cockily brush it all off because this definitely ain't your first big gun rodeo, buddy.

Guns and explosions, two things Vi certainly didn't have any lingering, life-changing traumas centred around. This was going to be fine, already.

Just as Summer said, as soon as everyone's settle, the ships'll start showing up in the sky for you to target and shoot down, with moddable difficulty and maneuvers to make them sitting ducks for the newbs or difficult to track down for those who seem to be showing more experience.

And since it's the danger shop and Summer can kind of do whatever she wants, the explosions on impact is ridiculously over the top, but that's half the fun!

This would be fine, Vi told herself. It wasn't like it was a rifle or a pistol, it barely even looked like a real cannon. This was all just a more advanced version of Powder's favourite game in the arcade. The one Vi had never played if she could help it.

And it wasn't that hard. The controls weren't that complicated, and her hand-eye co-ordination was decent, so it was easy enough to figure out where to aim and when to fire. Easy enough to see how someone could treat this like a game in real life, could pretend ships weren't filled with real people, that explosions were just flashes of light and sound instead of overwhelming force that-

...aaaaaaaaaand there was Vi's breakfast making a reappearance as she scrambled away from the controls.

Well, fuck.

"...you alright, Vi?" asked Summer, appearing at the side of her turret to offer out a towel, a conveninet bottle of water. "The kickback on these things can be brutal, and motion sickness has a way of sneaking up on you. Plus, how humid it is out here..."

She definitely had not bothered with weather effects today, no.

"You can head inside. If you need to cool down..."

Vi definitely wasn't too proud to take the out.

"Yeah, fine," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before taking the water. "Just...the weather. Like you said."

Summer nodded a little, especially since she wasn't really sure what kind of response that was going get, but she felt that was...an okay one. Much better than she'd been sort of worried it might be.

"No wonder these jungle planets always wind up deserted."

Yeah, well, stalking out dramatically required a level of trust in her limbs Vi wasn't feeling right now. Not when she needed to separate shitty memories from shitty overimagination and shove each in their respective boxes.

She rinsed out her mouth, then drank. Slowly. She didn't need to bring that back up too. "Must be something in the air."

This wasn’t an area that Alara had a lot of experience in and the weapon was a lot more bulky than she was used to. She tried to not exert her strength too much when she tried her turn at firing the gun turret but she still found a way to break the controls anyway.

“Oops,”

All this is doing is making Summer want to see about adding more guns to her ship now.

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