Zofia Marek
Master and Commander
"Hakend!" came the cry followed by the sudden and short noise of clacking armor. "Bresend Ghakal!"
Three score weapons leveled out, their barrels pointing in the same direction: downrange. The men were arrayed in three rows standing shoulder to shoulder with the first row kneeling. Their undersuits were a pleasant blue, their armor gold, and between the pristine equipment and their precise formation it was a sight to behold, even if it was a bit outdated for the modern times.
"Hakn clekavuloe!... Baf!"
Sixty weapons discharged at more or less the same time sending a wall of death from the formation. It was simultaneously a familiar sound, but also odd to hear. A moment of thought easily revealed the answer, even if one knew nothing of weaponry in general. Each weapon fired a short burst, giving the single salvo a feel and noise reminiscent of a spinning saw for a brief moment. It was both encouraging and terrifying at once, something that most sought after, or sought to avoid, depending on their viewpoint on the firing line.
"I will admit they look impressive," said the Ganathan accompanying Marek through the courtyard. "But you and I both know that formation is useless on the battlefield."
"Hakn clekavuloe!"
"Indeed, though I believe they're training for riot suppression today, not open combat, Your Majesty," the Cathar stated simply. King Karl XXII shrugged and gestured towards the men as they continued in their drilling.
"Baf!"
"What weapons are they using? Those are new. Are we replacing the standard firearms?" he asked as the din of fire died out. Zofia glanced at the rifles the Ganathan soldiers used, the quick look giving her the information immediately.
"Yes, Sir," she stated before gesturing to a nearby soldier. The Ganathan King caught the meaning and the two headed towards the man standing at attention near a door. "It passed all testing a few months ago and has been approved for full production. It's current designation is L1AR and there are two others, a sidearm and a carbine. The L1AP and L1AC respectively."
"Picsi ghaioned!"
"L1AR?" the king asked, an eyebrow raised quizzically as the clatter of armor and the din of rifles changed to the clink of moving equipment. The two glanced over and saw the men fixing bayonets as they remained in formation.
"The L designates Land Service, or army. The number is the place the weapon holds in the series. AR stands for Automatic Rifle. The others stand for~"
"Automatic Pistol and Carbine," the Ganathan regent stated, nodding once. "Simple designation system, easy to understand."
Three score weapons leveled out, their barrels pointing in the same direction: downrange. The men were arrayed in three rows standing shoulder to shoulder with the first row kneeling. Their undersuits were a pleasant blue, their armor gold, and between the pristine equipment and their precise formation it was a sight to behold, even if it was a bit outdated for the modern times.
"Hakn clekavuloe!... Baf!"
Sixty weapons discharged at more or less the same time sending a wall of death from the formation. It was simultaneously a familiar sound, but also odd to hear. A moment of thought easily revealed the answer, even if one knew nothing of weaponry in general. Each weapon fired a short burst, giving the single salvo a feel and noise reminiscent of a spinning saw for a brief moment. It was both encouraging and terrifying at once, something that most sought after, or sought to avoid, depending on their viewpoint on the firing line.
"I will admit they look impressive," said the Ganathan accompanying Marek through the courtyard. "But you and I both know that formation is useless on the battlefield."
"Hakn clekavuloe!"
"Indeed, though I believe they're training for riot suppression today, not open combat, Your Majesty," the Cathar stated simply. King Karl XXII shrugged and gestured towards the men as they continued in their drilling.
"Baf!"
"What weapons are they using? Those are new. Are we replacing the standard firearms?" he asked as the din of fire died out. Zofia glanced at the rifles the Ganathan soldiers used, the quick look giving her the information immediately.
"Yes, Sir," she stated before gesturing to a nearby soldier. The Ganathan King caught the meaning and the two headed towards the man standing at attention near a door. "It passed all testing a few months ago and has been approved for full production. It's current designation is L1AR and there are two others, a sidearm and a carbine. The L1AP and L1AC respectively."
"Picsi ghaioned!"
"L1AR?" the king asked, an eyebrow raised quizzically as the clatter of armor and the din of rifles changed to the clink of moving equipment. The two glanced over and saw the men fixing bayonets as they remained in formation.
"The L designates Land Service, or army. The number is the place the weapon holds in the series. AR stands for Automatic Rifle. The others stand for~"
"Automatic Pistol and Carbine," the Ganathan regent stated, nodding once. "Simple designation system, easy to understand."