Discussion in 'Writing Prompts' started by Commandante Lemming, May 17, 2017.
Vincent: I'm sure, but thanks. Got anything that'll kill zombies?
Amy: Remind me again what kind we're talking about? Are they fast or slow? Do they have to bite you to turn you into one of them or does getting their blood on you work too?
Vincent: They're not even dead. But, they don't feel fear or pain, and their coordination is shit. They can't run too well, but they also don't feel muscle fatigue or injury that would make them slow down. I'm only faster than them because I'm more coordinated. My friends without disabilities have no problem outrunning them. If you get any of their bodily fluids on you, you run the risk of infection. The advantage we have is they die just like you or me. No headshot necessary, though that definitely works, too.
Vincent: Best thing to do is take them out at a range where they can't see you, and the others won't hear where the shot came from. They can track toward sound, sight, and smell.
Dusty: " an M202 FLASH should do them fine , they won't be tracking shit when you lay a barrage of fireballs on their ass"
Amy: In that case, the best kind of weapon you can have is a best friend who's really good at math.
Alec: Wait, what?
Amy: Yeah, the shot itself isn't called by the person holding the gun – M24, M21, Dragunov SVD, whatever – it's made by the partner who's working out the wind speed, elevation, gravity, changes in air pressure and temperature... You ever see Wanted? On the short range, it's impossible to bend bullets in flight like that without magic, but at sniper-range, it's impossible not to bend them.
You can do all of this yourself and then aim the gun accordingly, but it works better to let your friend do it for you while you're aiming.
EDIT: Amy: Oh, right, I forgot to mention the rotation of the Earth.
General Volkov: Highly inaccurate. Before personal EM fields were standard
issue, snipers would use seeker rounds that could change course and track the
target. Hence the EM fields, to disrupt the bullets simple computer tracking
abilities. So after 500 years, things went back to standard ballistics. Well standard
in my time, but with higher velocity and accuracy, than at the turn of the millinium.
But for Civvie use you can only get them on the black market, if you need tracker
So in your implausible scenario of zombies, I would simply have an Assault class
Armor platoon walk all over them. Munitions are best saved for real threats.
10 meters of heavy lumbering high impact armor with large metal feet, and 54%
the weight of the largest tank class and you have yourself a field of body jelly.
Amy: I think the world we're talking about might be just a smidge more primitive than the one you're talking about
General Volkov: I am in the 28th century, so I know my history very well.
Just like I know that the Koleshnikov, made in Mother Russia, was a good
weapon for its time. It was not perfect, but it was popular for a long time.
Hard to get a weapon with wood furniture these days, as they are all antiques.
And for the most part, damn hard to get ammunition for them.
Vincent: Unfortunately my world isn't there yet, general. But, let me introduce you to my spotter.
*Blair climbs out of the Anklebiter. She looks a lot like Mekenna Melvin in black combat boots, BDU pants, and a T-shirt. She's former Air Force SpecOps and hasn't lost her edge. She has a CheyTac M200 Intervention sniper rifle slung over her shoulder.*
Blair ("Cluran"): Hello. Nice to meet you all.
*Vincent can't help but smile looking at her.*
Vincent ("Jester"): If Cluran can spot it, I can hit it. Sometimes we take Cheyenne out for a stroll.
Blair: Up to 2300 yards.
Blair: You got lucky.
Vincent: Six times. I've been lucky six times.
Blair: Talk to me when you've gotten to sixty, Bird Brain.
Vincent: Whatever, Short Stack.
*Blair smiles sweetly and snaps her boot into Vincent's shin.*
Vincent: Son of a bitch!
Blair: So, how is everyone?
General Volkov: Hello Miss Blair.
Cute toy you have there. While I am use
to a much more sophisticated version of
of the M28A1 Barret. I have a hand made
Precision Rifle (one of a kind) designed
in the Martian mines, by a man called
Matius Vischenko, a machinist in the early
2230's. Fires a large 7mm tungsten round,
with high precision at approx. 3.5 Km, from
a diamond dusted barrel. Damn thing kicks
like a mule, and is nearly 2 meters long. It was
built back in the mid to late 2200's, when Mars
severed ties to Terra. The nice feature is that its
got a 20 round magazine, but the weight is more
than my old weapon by 5 kilos. She is a bull-pup.
Anti-material/personnel rifle. Though my older
weapon was much like yours with a 7 round mag
Have you ever used depleted uranium rounds in it?
Reason I ask, is that as a fellow sniper they are much
more effective on thicker skinned targets.
Mr. Vincent, my girl and I are quite well thanks, and
Amy: Hey, for the era she's using it in, her "cute toy" is fucking terrifying. Also, at my point in time, depleted uranium tends to be used more in 30 mm to 120 mm cannon rounds, like you'd see on tanks, battleships, and helicopters. They don't tend to be used in the 20 mm anymore, those tend to be more tungsten nowadays. I guess I see the advantage in cost and availability, but it's so much cooler using a metal like depleted uranium that catches fire on impact.
Blair: I'd love something like that, but we picked Cheyenne up at a police station. I used a Barret in Jordan with depleted uranium on a Globemaster, but the best we have for Cheyenne are the .408 armor punchers. There's not a lot of hard targets we face, outside of the JLTVs the Hellions have, but Cheyenne will touch whatever she looks at, in the right hands.
Vincent: We also have the M2 Browning with about 2,000 DE rounds. Have to use those judiciously.
Blair: We had 5,000 until somebody decided to use them on the mall.
Vincent: That was an accident, and I saved your life.
Blair: You almost shot me in the ass.
Vincent: Your ass looks fine.
Blair: Thank you for that professional--
Blair: I can hurt you.
Vincent: So you keep saying.
Blair: You hate your other shin that much? Keep talking.
Vincent: Somehow our author always makes me lose these fights.
Blair: Fights? I thought it was foreplay.
*Vincent looks surprised at this, as Blair smiles.*
Blair: I'll be glad when Sclavus gets to the part where Vincent realizes I love him.
*Vincent looks deeply distressed and makes cat noises.*
Corlixia: Well you have some good points there. The 20 kilo mercury core Armor rounds
from a light coil field gun work pretty well against other war-frames. Though at 6 Km you
are really pushing your luck when it comes to range. Get more precision out of a light field
mortar at 7.42 klicks.
Also I don't take kindly to people staring at me with predatory eyes, I have a boyfriend
and am not shy about torturing them with extreme sadistic pleasure.
Charlie: ... Do you also do girls?
Amy: Actually, I'm ... I'm pretty sure she ... Five-nine-eight, one-two-four, seven-three-six. Five-nine-eight, one-two-four, seven-three-six. Five-nine-eight, one-two-four, seven-three-six ... Pretty sure she said she's monogamous.
Charlie: Are you –
Amy: I'm good, thanks.
*Vincent slumps into a chair, flippers shaking loosely at his wrists. He's stuttering, muttering, and occasionally meowing, loudly.*
*Blair looks at him, sets her rifle aside, and goes to take a knee in front of Vincent. She sets his rifle aside and holds his flippers. She looks back to the rest of the room.*
Blair: He gets this way when he's stressed.
*She stands and removes the penguin hood, and the jester's cap underneath, then moves behind Vincent to massage his neck. Slowly, he starts to react, craning his neck for her to reach the good spots.*
*The door to the JLTV opens, and Tommy steps out. 6' 4", 240 pounds, no body fat. A handlebar mustache and passing resemblance to a young Tom Selleck. He's originally from London's East End, and has the social skills of Bernard Black.*
*Tommy notices Vincent.*
Tommy: Christ, he's gone away again, has he? Doing the cat?
*Vincent glares nukes at Tommy and meows.*
Tommy: Fucking cat-bird-clown bastard. The fuck is wrong with--
Blair: John Thomas, shut. The fuck. Up.
Corlixia: Not that I don't find the feminine attractive, it has never fed my sexual desire.
Well unless you count those I have made spill their minds for me.
But I am not going to lie that I have on one occasion removing a Colonels eyes, before
having the Veritoss under my authority slowly grind his face off on a moving tank tread.
Short answer, he was a good 20cm shorter when he died.
Charlie: Starting to sound like not my type.
Charlie: ... Sorry, how would that work exactly? That sounds like it would either be too involved to set up and/or it would look too ridiculous to be intimidating.
Tommy: It's possible. Not effective for interrogation, but it can be done. Hard to hear answers over the tank, much less the screams. The fuck is the drinks in this place?
*Tommy starts rummaging through cabinets.*
Corlixia: Tommy is quite right, much to noisy for any constructive purpose.
Setting it up is quite easy, when one is in an open war zone.
Blade speaking into his personal battle radio : "Mosquito Six to Rapax Six , we've got a eye meltingly hot chick here who wants to talk about sniping, you available ?, over "
after a pause Chris's voice crackles back " Sorry boss, Maeve wouldn't like it... and, umm... Keri says that if you value your balls you can look but not touch"
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