Escape from Remnant

Chapter 28: Train The Fools

Before Winter stood the door to armoury, the place where she was to be. Beyond that door was one of the most profoundly confusing men she had met before her, the man known as Texas. A military man that had no doubt seen dozens or battles but where she could not tell given he had no affiliations to Atlas. To her the military was only a modern working concept in Atlas and only in the borders of Atlas. His crude manner of speaking, one unbound by censorship or class was a direct opposite to her orderly prideful one brought about via her upbringing.

She sighs and presses a button at the side, the door slides open dissapearing into a carved out gap by itself. Inside was a big white room separated into 3 parts, the firing range, armoury and weapons workshop. In front of her was the armourer, racks of guns, swords and other offensive weapons stood behind a caged up box with a gap big enough for a rifle or 2 to fit through. The armourer just points winter towards the firing range indicating where Texas was, she peers towards the firing range and sees some soldiers awestruck at the pair of guns Texas pulls out from the firearms bag.

Winter walks up to him as he inspects his rifle, an extremely modified weapon of war suited to his taste. "Well I see your ready." She states, beside his open weapon bag on the table was a selection of Atlas rifles. Texas had gone ahead and shot some of them already but all of them were shit, only 1 out of 3 guns was to his liking because it was literally a RK-62 but coloured white.

"Not quite, I have to load up my guns still. Should not take long but tell me Winter, what weapon do you use." He doesn't even look at her as he loads his rifle with a magazine from the bag and cocking the charging handle easily.

"I use my sabres of course." She pulls one out, the sword being faced diagonal with the tip of the blade facing the top.

"Why so?" Texas pressed on.

"My semblance, I inherited the Schnee family's special semblance...this sword or swords work well with my powers." She tilts the sword, the blade's luster shining light into Texas' eye forcing him to look away slightly.

"So your going to sit there and chant spells while the enemy can shoot half a magazine into you? Here." He grabs the old Atlesian rifle and hands it to her, Winter puts away her sword and holds it. The feel of the rifle was old, it smelled of years old Bakelite but it felt more ergonomic in her hands unlike the new Atlesian service rifle that had some weird pommel like pistol grip and a small unadjustable stock.

"Why did Atlas even get rid of this anyways, its a perfectly good rifle."

"It was more cost effective to use energy based weapons. More shots per magazine and the elimination of brass, gunpowder..."

"If you went down that path instead of energy weapons, you could've gotten caseless ammunition."

Caseless ammunition...given the technological gap between now and when the Lawson Assault Rifle was adopted such a feat was possible without switching to the admittedly slower and more weak energy rounds.

"Anyways I'd recommend you use a sword and gun playing both your semblance and the power of a gun." He suggested.

"I always thought of that but nothing suited me-"

Texas sighs loudly interrupting Winter.

"Check the armourer, find a rifle with a short barrel and folded stock to keep it compact enough for you. I need to make a move to the simulator for the training."

He quickly places his weapons into his bag and makes a move walking out the door. The simulator on the ship was in a completely different location several floors up, from the information he gathered courtesy of the guy who lead him to the firing range he got the basic outline of where was what on the ship.