Interceptor/Sharing is Caring

## Sharing is Caring

Here are accounts of NONA soldiers using the Interceptor, the customised Locus v.08 sniper rifle of Seven.

## Accounts

### Log 01

*Author: 030 Red Delta / Lance Corporal Adrian Yaslin*

In the heart of NONA's sprawling headquarters, the firing range echoed with the sharp reports of gunfire. The soldiers had discovered something intriguing, something they hadn't expected to find amidst the crates of weaponry and gadgets: Seven's prized possession, the Interceptor.

As the soldiers took turns marveling at the sleek weapon, one of them cautioned the others. "Hey, guys, I heard Seven's real particular about her special sniper rifle. She might freak out if she finds out we're playing with it."

Another soldier shrugged. "Well, she's not here, is she? Besides, it's just a gun. How special can it be?"

Meanwhile, Seven was immersed in her duties, monitoring security feeds and cross-referencing data. But something gnawed at the back of her mind, a nagging feeling that something was amiss. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it was as if a piece of her had gone missing.

Curiosity finally got the better of her, and she decided to investigate. She silently made her way to the source of the distant gunfire, her footsteps like a whisper against the cold, metal floors.

As she approached the firing range, the distinctive sound of her Interceptor became unmistakable. Her heart skipped a beat. *What are they doing with my rifle?*

She peered inside and found a group of soldiers taking turns firing her beloved weapon. A blush crept onto her cheeks as she watched them. Seven was proud of her creation, and it felt strangely intimate to see others using it.

Ironhead, the leader of NONA, noticed her standing at the entrance. He walked over and whispered, "You know, Seven, it's not such a bad thing to share your masterpiece. They're enjoying it."

Seven hesitated, torn between reprimanding the soldiers and allowing them to continue. After a moment, she took a deep breath and stepped into the firing range.

The soldiers turned to see her approach, and for a moment, they thought they were *in* trouble. But then Seven surprised them with a small smile. "Mind if I join in?"

Their faces lit up, and they made space for her. Seven picked up the Interceptor, feeling the familiar weight of it in her hands. She aimed at the distant target and squeezed the trigger. The shot hit dead center.

Cheers erupted from the soldiers as they realized Seven was there to share her expertise. She began offering tips on precision shooting, and soon, they were all engrossed in the exhilarating challenge of hitting their marks.

In that moment, Seven realized that maybe sharing her prized possession wasn't such a bad thing after all. And as the firing range echoed with laughter and camaraderie, it became clear that the soldiers had not just gained access to a remarkable weapon, but they had also gained a friend in Seven.

### Log 02

*Author: 02 Alpha - Corporal Alexei Kuznetsov*

03 Bravo - Natalia Volkova: "Hey, check it out, guys! Seven's custom Locus, the Interceptor! You think she'd mind if I give it a shot at the range?"

05 Delta - Svetlana Ivanova: "Are you crazy? Seven's pretty particular about her gear. She might *flip* if she finds out."

02 Alpha - Alexei Kuznetsov: "Well, she's not around right now. Maybe we can just try it out quickly."

*03 carefully picked up the custom Locus, admiring its unique modifications.*

03 Bravo: "Alright, just a couple of shots. She'll never know."

*As 03 Bravo took aim and squeezed the trigger, the rifle's report echoed through the range. The shot struck the bullseye with precision.*

05 Delta: "Wow, you've got some skills! Seven would be proud."

*Just as they were about to take another shot, Seven herself **entered** the firing range. She noticed her prized rifle in 03 Bravo's hands and a faint blush appeared on her face.*

Seven: "Impressive shot, 03 Bravo. Mind if I *join* in?"

*03 **nervously** handed the rifle back to Seven.*

03 Bravo: "I-I'm so sorry, Seven! I didn't mean to—"

Seven: "Relax, 03, Natalia. I don't mind sharing. For now. Let's shoot together."

*The other soldiers watched in amazement as Seven and 03 Bravo (Natalia) took turns with the custom Locus, their shots hitting the target with pinpoint accuracy. As they fired side by side, Seven couldn't help but smile at the camaraderie within NONA.*

Seven: "You're pretty good, 03. Keep practicing, and you might just become a sniper as deadly as me."

*Soldier 03 beamed with pride, and the other soldiers joined in, taking their turns with Seven's prized rifle. It turned out to be a memorable day at the firing range, strengthening their bond as a team and leaving Seven with a new appreciation for her comrades' skills.*

### Log 03

*Author: Unknown NONA personnel*

In a remote corner of the NONA HQ, the firing range echoed with the sound of gunshots. Several NONA soldiers had gathered to practice their marksmanship. Among them, one particularly curious soldier named 03 Bravo had laid his hands on Seven's custom Locus v.08, the Interceptor.

As 03 Bravo aimed down the scope and squeezed the trigger, the shot hit the bullseye with pinpoint accuracy. He couldn't help but marvel at the rifle's precision and power. "This thing is incredible!" she exclaimed, her excitement drawing the attention of her fellow soldiers.

Word quickly spread, and soon, a small crowd had gathered around to witness the remarkable performance of Seven's custom rifle. They took turns firing it, each shot hitting the mark with uncanny precision. It was a testament to the weapon's quality and the skills of its owner.

Meanwhile, Seven had been going about her duties, unaware that her prized rifle had gone missing. It wasn't until she overheard excited chatter about marksmanship at the firing range that her curiosity got the best of her. She made her way to the range and saw the crowd gathered around her custom Locus.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized what had happened. Her beloved rifle was in the hands of others. Blushing fiercely, she couldn't decide whether to be angry or flattered. Her normally stoic demeanor was momentarily shattered as she approached the group.

*"What's going on here?" she asked, her voice tinged with embarrassment.*

03 Bravo, still holding the rifle, turned to her with a sheepish grin. "We found your Locus, Seven, and couldn't resist trying it out. It's amazing!"

Seven's blush deepened, and she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of pride and awkwardness. She cleared her throat and said, "Well, I suppose I should join in then." With that, she took her rifle from 03 Bravo, her expert marksmanship skills on full display as she effortlessly hit the bullseye with each shot.

The other soldiers watched in awe as Seven demonstrated her unparalleled precision with her own weapon. She couldn't deny that their admiration felt good, even if it meant momentarily losing her prized possession. In the end, she decided to let them continue using her custom Locus for a while longer. After all, it was a rare opportunity for her fellow soldiers to experience the weapon's exceptional capabilities and bond over their shared appreciation for precision and firepower.

## Trivia

### General

* These reflects the soldiers' amazement when using Seven's prized bolt action rifle, the Interceptor.
* Seven learned to share sometimes, starting 3027.
* This reflected a less ruthless side of Seven, showing that she can be a person who knows how to have fun and blow off some steam.
* Seven has blushed like in an impossible manner.