04-09-2016, 09:00 AM
Aiko blinked slowly at the armored man. Was he really that isolated in his universe?
She shook herself and accepted the weapon in question with little fanfare. It felt like a composite material of sorts, alloys or maybe a ceramic, no- a polymer. The body itself was lighter than she was used too, again probably some sort of alloy or a titanium. If so this was an impressively expensive tool. Given the requirements needed to gather and forge the materials together to build such a thing.
Really the thing reminded her of the weight of some of the heavier swords she had wielded once upon a time. The mechanics were simple from first glance though there seemed to be a flaw in the design.
She traced the path that seemed to be accepted by the casing. Component sizes would be standardized with a basic threshold that they would be made to. Aiko could see it now. Even with her creator’s memories gone, the skills she had inherited in forging equipment for meticulous work that the gauntlets had required and other tools… There.
With the base knowledge that had been imparted by the 813, and her own workings, she fell back into a basic kata stance. The shape of the SMG conformed immediately to her shoulder as the stock hit her flesh and she pulled back on the hammer and took a bead on the Camelot gate. The weapon was mostly well designed though it was far too big for her even with the adjustments made for her size.
It would do though.
Easing the hammer back down into the safety position and redoing the lock that kept the device from firing, it wasn’t long before the weapon was strapped to her belt where the sword from weeks ago had been. Lost weeks ago. The new weight felt reassuring there.
“Guns are a suppressed technology where I come from,” Aiko finally said in a dry monotone, as the man finished his own demonstration. “As for your… tentacle monster,” she snickered, “Exploding foes is an old hat for me. No different from the standard elemental clone techniques.”
She shook herself and accepted the weapon in question with little fanfare. It felt like a composite material of sorts, alloys or maybe a ceramic, no- a polymer. The body itself was lighter than she was used too, again probably some sort of alloy or a titanium. If so this was an impressively expensive tool. Given the requirements needed to gather and forge the materials together to build such a thing.
Really the thing reminded her of the weight of some of the heavier swords she had wielded once upon a time. The mechanics were simple from first glance though there seemed to be a flaw in the design.
She traced the path that seemed to be accepted by the casing. Component sizes would be standardized with a basic threshold that they would be made to. Aiko could see it now. Even with her creator’s memories gone, the skills she had inherited in forging equipment for meticulous work that the gauntlets had required and other tools… There.
With the base knowledge that had been imparted by the 813, and her own workings, she fell back into a basic kata stance. The shape of the SMG conformed immediately to her shoulder as the stock hit her flesh and she pulled back on the hammer and took a bead on the Camelot gate. The weapon was mostly well designed though it was far too big for her even with the adjustments made for her size.
It would do though.
Easing the hammer back down into the safety position and redoing the lock that kept the device from firing, it wasn’t long before the weapon was strapped to her belt where the sword from weeks ago had been. Lost weeks ago. The new weight felt reassuring there.
“Guns are a suppressed technology where I come from,” Aiko finally said in a dry monotone, as the man finished his own demonstration. “As for your… tentacle monster,” she snickered, “Exploding foes is an old hat for me. No different from the standard elemental clone techniques.”