Setting: Spaaaaaace!

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Jacob Taylor is hard at work in his starship's armory. He's in charge of maintaining an impressive array of assault rifles, heavy pistols, grenade launchers, and other implements of destruction and defense. Jacob's aware that the lives of his friends and crewmates might depend on the condition of these weapons. It's a job he takes seriously, and it's a job he's good at.

When your character enters, Jacob turns away from his electronic console to greet them.

"Hey. Can I help you with something?"

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[shooteverything]

Well, probably nothing he needs to get his hands on, then. Heine contents himself with the pistol for now, but more light firearms seem good, too.

"I'll try it," he replies. It doesn't seem too safe to test sticky bombs inside a shooting range, but he can take it on his next excursion if necessary.

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

"Sure. I'll go load it out for you." Jacob turns to leave the shooting range. He has to put the Launcher back and prep the Scorpion grenade pistol for its new tester. It's nice to have someone taking this much interest in his armory's inventory.

"Just don't get cornered while using this one. If its ammunition gets damaged the way that rifle did, there won't be enough of you to bury." The perils of explosive weaponry make them rarely the best choice for close quarters.

[shooteverything]

"Yeah?" Despite what he says, Heine's tone is more indifferent than concerned as he turns his attention back to the pistol. Might as well get some more practice in. "I'll be careful with it."