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The lone private hustled within her cut off tower, rummaging cabinets for more scope-linkage cables and patch and switch-panels. Little known fact about such towers?
They were automated as all hell. As long as they were weaponized and had at least someone to set them up, they could provide tremendous amounts of fire support on their own. And so, the private hustled. Mounting snipers and gatling guns alike to the automated window mounts and running cables from them, daisy chaining the poor things together.
An electrician would’ve had a thing or two to say about her wiring safety, but private powderhead didn’t have the time to give a hoot about OSHA regulations. Soon enough the crimson haired nutjob had managed to mount a grand total of two gatling guns, and a pair of Terran standard issue C-20A Canister rifles into the openings.
It all culminated into a patch panel that ran into a patch panel with four switches upon it, as well as one big red button. From the switch panel, one final cable ran into the side of Minnie. Reconnecting the scope cable from the massive rifle into her visor, the displays flickered to life once more.
On the corner, she could see four symbols, each of them offline. Flicking each of the switches, the symbols flickered to life as Anastasia could hear the mount servos whirring to life. Adjusting the aim of Minnie, she listened as all four guns turned to mimic the rifle’s scope. Flicking a pair of the switches offline and shifting her aim, and only a pair of the guns shifted their aim.
In addition, she could see the ammunition status of each gun, providing her with the information when she’d need to switch between them.
“Ghuhuhuhu!” a manic giggle escaped from the sniper’s lips as she marveled her patch-job work. Sure, she couldn’t individually, simultaneously aim all four, but she most certainly could leave some aimed elsewhere in preparation.
An acceptable limitation for something built with such haste.
That, and the fact that she’d still have to reload each of them herself. It would’ve been so much easier if even one of the worthless louts up here had survived to back her up. One could’ve said it would’ve been horribly convenient.
Flicking the miniguns online, she aimed them toward the gate before flicking them back offline, and switching onto the rifles. Minnie’s scope sought out the traitorous spies before her fist slammed onto that big red button, and a pair of shots rang out simultaneously, and the spy dropped dead, one Helldiver saved from certain death.
Now certain that the both of them worked, private Gaia flicked off the second rifle, before flexing her muscles for one final time.
“Let’s get rockin’!” she cackled, resting Minnie’s stock against her shoulder once more, as she aimed and pressed the giant red button once more.
BANG!
The canister rifle fired, and a bullet tore into the chest of an unfortunate assassin, blowing a hole in their chest before sinking into the neo-steel construction beneath.
And so began the insufferable game of whack-a-mole. With a sadistic grin dancing upon her visage, the sniper’s target switched mercilessly from one to the next, each graced with another bullet torn gilded-corpse and a grateful helldiver
James would’ve loved this. Her grin grew wider, eyes madder as Anastasia could smell the divine scent of gunpowder wafting in the tower. It was just the best, if only coffee could’ve smelled as divine.
Soon enough, the first rifle clicked empty, the ammunition display completely disregarded by the gunpowder-drunk serial-shooter, her fingers flicking from one rifle to the next.
With each flick of her aim and a press of that gigantic button, another corpse fell, and the scent of gunpowder grew headier within the tower. Soon enough, the second rifle clicked dry and Anastasia lamented.
Perhaps it was time.
It was most definitely the time.
“Jaa-aames~!” she cooed, her rifle aiming into the outskirts as she sought for a proper target. Soon enough, a group of twenty something gilded stains in their landscape revealed themselves as the sniper took aim, her finger coming to rest on the trigger, the scope tracking their frantic, skittering approach across the battlefield.
This time she wouldn’t release that trigger early, the even pressure applied against it intensifying as her tracking aim came to a halt and the trigger clicked.
click, Click, CLICK!
As soon as the trigger clicked, something within the gun clicked again before finally, the enormous, actual hammer shot forth within the gun and slammed into the back of the bullet.
BANG!
The entire fortress rang with the shot, windows rattling as the cannon-like sniper fired, the massive bullet howling as it tore first through the air, before it found the chest of one unfortunate Kingsman. Leaving naught behind, his torso was obliterated, as was the man’s behind him. And the next one’s. Aaand the one’s after that.
Finally, the bullet exploded into an inferno as the delayed fuse within the bullet ignited. The mad powderhead had built a timer-based explosive built into the bullet. Just for good measure! Huhuhuhuhu~!
There was most definitely a reason she couldn’t help the Helldivers within, with Minnie. And it was that there wouldn’t have been any Helldivers left to save if she had. For that very same reason she was stationed here, at the castle.
A weapon like Minnie wasn’t designed for being lugged around in the battlefield. Nor was her cooky shooter in any shape to take part in travel-based campaigns. She was at home, holed in towers like this, scheming crazy solutions and madness filled weapons systems.
Ah! Anastasia loved siege battles with Minnie so much. Every shot was pure, unadulterated carnage. True joy!
Muscles flexing as the overjoyed powderhead worked the bolt of her beloved rifle, a forearm sized spent shell clanged onto the floor and rolled aside. One could’ve only imagined the size of the bullet it had recently fired.
With Minnie reloaded, it was time to reload the rest of the rifles.
They were automated as all hell. As long as they were weaponized and had at least someone to set them up, they could provide tremendous amounts of fire support on their own. And so, the private hustled. Mounting snipers and gatling guns alike to the automated window mounts and running cables from them, daisy chaining the poor things together.
An electrician would’ve had a thing or two to say about her wiring safety, but private powderhead didn’t have the time to give a hoot about OSHA regulations. Soon enough the crimson haired nutjob had managed to mount a grand total of two gatling guns, and a pair of Terran standard issue C-20A Canister rifles into the openings.
It all culminated into a patch panel that ran into a patch panel with four switches upon it, as well as one big red button. From the switch panel, one final cable ran into the side of Minnie. Reconnecting the scope cable from the massive rifle into her visor, the displays flickered to life once more.
On the corner, she could see four symbols, each of them offline. Flicking each of the switches, the symbols flickered to life as Anastasia could hear the mount servos whirring to life. Adjusting the aim of Minnie, she listened as all four guns turned to mimic the rifle’s scope. Flicking a pair of the switches offline and shifting her aim, and only a pair of the guns shifted their aim.
In addition, she could see the ammunition status of each gun, providing her with the information when she’d need to switch between them.
“Ghuhuhuhu!” a manic giggle escaped from the sniper’s lips as she marveled her patch-job work. Sure, she couldn’t individually, simultaneously aim all four, but she most certainly could leave some aimed elsewhere in preparation.
An acceptable limitation for something built with such haste.
That, and the fact that she’d still have to reload each of them herself. It would’ve been so much easier if even one of the worthless louts up here had survived to back her up. One could’ve said it would’ve been horribly convenient.
Flicking the miniguns online, she aimed them toward the gate before flicking them back offline, and switching onto the rifles. Minnie’s scope sought out the traitorous spies before her fist slammed onto that big red button, and a pair of shots rang out simultaneously, and the spy dropped dead, one Helldiver saved from certain death.
Now certain that the both of them worked, private Gaia flicked off the second rifle, before flexing her muscles for one final time.
“Let’s get rockin’!” she cackled, resting Minnie’s stock against her shoulder once more, as she aimed and pressed the giant red button once more.
BANG!
The canister rifle fired, and a bullet tore into the chest of an unfortunate assassin, blowing a hole in their chest before sinking into the neo-steel construction beneath.
And so began the insufferable game of whack-a-mole. With a sadistic grin dancing upon her visage, the sniper’s target switched mercilessly from one to the next, each graced with another bullet torn gilded-corpse and a grateful helldiver
James would’ve loved this. Her grin grew wider, eyes madder as Anastasia could smell the divine scent of gunpowder wafting in the tower. It was just the best, if only coffee could’ve smelled as divine.
Soon enough, the first rifle clicked empty, the ammunition display completely disregarded by the gunpowder-drunk serial-shooter, her fingers flicking from one rifle to the next.
With each flick of her aim and a press of that gigantic button, another corpse fell, and the scent of gunpowder grew headier within the tower. Soon enough, the second rifle clicked dry and Anastasia lamented.
Perhaps it was time.
It was most definitely the time.
“Jaa-aames~!” she cooed, her rifle aiming into the outskirts as she sought for a proper target. Soon enough, a group of twenty something gilded stains in their landscape revealed themselves as the sniper took aim, her finger coming to rest on the trigger, the scope tracking their frantic, skittering approach across the battlefield.
This time she wouldn’t release that trigger early, the even pressure applied against it intensifying as her tracking aim came to a halt and the trigger clicked.
click, Click, CLICK!
As soon as the trigger clicked, something within the gun clicked again before finally, the enormous, actual hammer shot forth within the gun and slammed into the back of the bullet.
BANG!
The entire fortress rang with the shot, windows rattling as the cannon-like sniper fired, the massive bullet howling as it tore first through the air, before it found the chest of one unfortunate Kingsman. Leaving naught behind, his torso was obliterated, as was the man’s behind him. And the next one’s. Aaand the one’s after that.
Finally, the bullet exploded into an inferno as the delayed fuse within the bullet ignited. The mad powderhead had built a timer-based explosive built into the bullet. Just for good measure! Huhuhuhuhu~!
There was most definitely a reason she couldn’t help the Helldivers within, with Minnie. And it was that there wouldn’t have been any Helldivers left to save if she had. For that very same reason she was stationed here, at the castle.
A weapon like Minnie wasn’t designed for being lugged around in the battlefield. Nor was her cooky shooter in any shape to take part in travel-based campaigns. She was at home, holed in towers like this, scheming crazy solutions and madness filled weapons systems.
Ah! Anastasia loved siege battles with Minnie so much. Every shot was pure, unadulterated carnage. True joy!
Muscles flexing as the overjoyed powderhead worked the bolt of her beloved rifle, a forearm sized spent shell clanged onto the floor and rolled aside. One could’ve only imagined the size of the bullet it had recently fired.
With Minnie reloaded, it was time to reload the rest of the rifles.