From: jfol@carina.unm.edu (joshua l follicks-shields)
Subject: Re: Visser Nights, Part III. 
Date: Mon, 17 Aug 92 00:11:16 GMT
Organization: University of New Mexico, Albuquerque


               Weaponry on Visser
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    Most firarms on Visser are caseless rounds going
from 9mm on up. 12-15mm guns are not unknown. While, there
are still cased weapons floating about, because of price, 
percieved quality, etc, the standard is caseless.
Rounds come in a wide variety from JHP and FMJ on
up to rounds like Dumpis and Bulldog (perhaps you will
discover just what such rounds do, perhaps not).

   Recently, a new propellant has been developed that
was superior to previous caseless ammo. These new
"power" rounds are even more powerful (with a more
powerful kick) than regular caseless ammo. Guns
have to specially designed to withstand the new
stresses involved.

   The reason guns chambered in less than 9mm are so rare
is, simply flechetters. These electromagnetically accelerate
.5,1, or 3mm flechettes. They can fire quite quickly, are silent,
and have no kick (improves follow up accuracy like crazy).
They also have superior ballistic characteristics over
a 9mm or even 10mm.

   Lastly, there is tiering. A module is placed around
the neck and a companion is held in the hand. A focussed
burst of sound is created by the user creating devastating,
but often innaccurate effects.

   A "squat" is a human from a high gravity colony. It is
unclear just what processes "squats" went through
to adapt to their environment. However, they tend to be
in the 4-5ft in height, squater, and much more heavily
muscled. They tend to be slow moving and their strength
tends to be of the load baring nature. Squat archetecture
tends to be the best known, and squat technology, while
heavy and clunky tends to be very durable.

        Part III
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    The Last Chance was the Bar Teflon-88 chose when it came
time to decide on taking a new job. This was the "last chance"
for objections and discussion, after this the group would either
not take the job, or pursue the job without dissension until
it was done.

    The job was an extraction. Their unamed employer wanted a
squat rescued from the Gainax Headquater Facility on Visser.
It would be a dirty and a tough job, but Barak looked foward
to it.

   the dark looks on the face of the decker, tech, and Doc, meant
they were probably going to take the job. Nicky, Sally, and Barak
would practically always be willing to take a job, if for nothing
more than breaking the monotony of day to day life on a place
as dark as Visser. Generally it was the brains
of the group that decided against taking a job. The fact that
they had all arrived, apparently ready to go, was a good
sign to Barak. The fact that they all seemed to be in a 
foul mood meant they hadn't thought of any good reasons
not to take the job. Though it looked like Jam was going
to try.

   "You know Gainax is a Sylvian company, they have a real
rep for unpleasant security off Sylvia. At least
at home, they have to show soem moderation, in a
place like Visser, they probably do things to you that
would make a chop shop look like heaven. Remember, Sylvians
live a long time, they have pleanty of time to come up
with new and interesting torture devices and methods."
as he finished talking he sat back obviously trying
to seem threatening. The problem with Jam was that
no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't do it.
It was clear he was hoping his little speach would scare
someone.

   When Sally replied, "Coooolll" it was everything
Nicky and Barak could do not to break out laughing.

   After a moment Barak said, "Then we're all agreed,
we take the job." With as pleasant a smile as he could
muster.

   "Hey, wait a second," doc said, "we're going to have to parachute
onto a 5 by 5 meter area, what about those of us who aren't
exactly up on our jump training? huh?"

   "You should have come when I offered to teach you, instead
of taking that fancy bypass job Doc," Nicky replied cooly, 
"but just for this case, the employer is willing to loan
anyone who needs it a memory block for paragliding."

    Nicky's final manner, sounding more like the 
Master Sargeant that she used to be, than the free lance
agent that she was seemed to end debate.
Slowly, person by person, the agreeds came, the mission was
on.

   "After all, part of the pay is a trip to the ring
and an all expenses paid vacation in the Hilton. That's
probably worth it even without the 50 grand in
spending mon." Sally drawled out in her terrible
southern belle accent, "Damn, I'll need to get
that accent right before we go to the ring."

   The ring was the orbital station above Visser,
the remains of the generation ship that brought
humanity to this planet. The Ring Hilton was Visser's
finest hotel, and was reputed to have real food on the menu.
A trip there would have been at best a strain on any of their
finances, a trip, in addition to their usual
pay was very good indeed.

   Barak smiled at Sally's attempt at the accent, as an
avid watcher of ancient 2ds, he was actually familiar
with what she was trying to do, and how bad
she was failing. In addition, the 6'5" frame
of Sally, wearing her tough street clothes, with
the lines of her Nokish heritage, she wasn't full Nok,
but one could see it in her genetic heritage. Normally,
they were just enough to give her a bit of an
exotic tinge, if a bit disreputable, to her appearance.
Tonight though, she had played it up with her makeup,
to try and look tougher. Barak remembered times
when he had seen her dressed to her elegant
best, and looked foward quite strongly to this trip
to see her so again.

   Interupting these pleasant thoughts was the thought
of the Nok at the bar. Barak decided that the Nok
had lived long enough, with a glance
at Jam, and then one at the Nok, he made his
wishes clear. Jam glanced back his affirmitive.

   As they were just leaving the bar, almost too fast for
the eye to see, Jam whipped a gun from his belt with
his left hand and shot seven flechettes. Some merely
imbedded themselves in the Nok's head several emerged
and pinned pieces of the Nok's skull to the mirror
behind him. The mirror quite graphically showed the
whole scene as Teflon-88 quickly walked into the night.
-- 
Old Jedi Master: Ahh Joshua, he's more machine now than man, twisted and evil.

                         New Imperial Forces Motto:
                       Outnumbered, But Not Outfought!