SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Inquisitor Gaunt]

He shrugged before cracking a grin, rolling his shoulders in anticipation. Without anything more than a nod of appreciation and a smile to follow, he sat at the fire control console, planting his hands on the controls.

"Nice n' easy..." he noted, sighting up the weapon while his spare hand fiddled with the control options. "Jus' like one of our prissy li'le transport guns."

The gun responded fluidly to his touch, before he looked up at communications headset. He threw a glance to Alvarez; "I alrigh' t'tap into your comms, sir, or 'at a bit restricted?"

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