"Corporal, I'd appreciate it if none of our pilots were damaged due to infighting, are we clear? We've lost enough people. Besides I'm sure the Avalonians would feel slighted if we started doing their work for them, and that would just be rude, wouldn't it?" He smiles cheerfully. "If you want to let off some steam, there's always the simms, or you can both volunteer for additional patrol duties. Hoo-rah!" He fistpumps.
This time, it's Simon who raises his hand, "Um...excuse me..."
"Yes! Speak up, soldier, I'm always happy to listen!" Captain Clearwater gives him a glittering smile and an encouraging thumbs-up.
"Sir, why does Amos' new gun have something drawn on it?" He points.
"Drawn? No, it would have to be inscribed with a laser, it's metal, and I'm sure it's really just an optical illusi-goodness me, there's a pin-up on it." He extracts a tiny pair of folding binocs from a pocket to look at it, "...It's a pinup. Definitely a pinup."
Irina claps her hands over her mouth, swearing abruptly.
"The subject looks pretty familiar, too." The Captain remarks, obliviously.
"A-Art is a form of self-expression and self-love, I was just doodling with the laser on...on a spare metal sheet and..." She stammers.
The Captain nods solemnly, "And it turned out to be part of the rifle's chassis and Marilyn quite innocently welded it on there. I understand perfectly. Lovely bikini, very tasteful."
She looks like she wishes she could melt into the floor. You peer closely. Yep, that's definitely a woman stenciled onto your new gun, and it's definitely Irina herself.
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