Wilhelm's Rebirth

[Xeno Alliance]

When that small bit of respite was eventually over, every recent inductee was immediately ordered, by way of a particularly loud set of speakers in convenient locations, that they were all expected to report to the firing range. It was obvious why, their proficiency with firearms was going to be tested, no doubt under equally improvised albeit clever circumstances.

With her arrival into the room, it was perhaps a little admirable how much work had been put into this section of the room, it should have been expected of the Xenos to prioritize purposeful infrastructure over idle comforts given the nature of their movement. The quality of their lives did not matter, the impact of it on the landscape of Liberty did. A long stretch of an entire wall was absolutely lined with every firearm imaginable, any designer, any configuration, if you could think it, then it was there and ready to be fired. Though perhaps this sight would be slightly undermined that the original fifty candidates Wilhelm would have first counted had now dropped down to forty in the span of a mere week. Clearly this regiment was burning through the weaker willed inductees.

"Firearms have already been laid out in every row, so stop drooling over the display wall, you don't get to touch anything until you've proven you can hit a mark. Grading is simple, the more targets you hit, the higher your score. The more shots you miss, the harder your score will tank. Landing shots on vital parts of the body will count for double the points and ammo conservation will net you an additional point bonus." Instructions blared out over the speakers in this room, and if people were particularly observant, then they would notice two men observing them from an elevated observation room not far from the flank of all the inductees. The white haired one seemed quite keen on what would come next.

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