StarGate: Traditions

[Jaeden]

Julian, wearing the NBC suit less its helmet, watches the presentation with glassy eyes. In fact, he looks absolutely horrid at this point, his body not sure whether it wants to throw up or pass out. An interesting shade of green, he doesn't speak during the presentation other than:

"sock? nah... make... ugh... leather grip covers... cover the crystal, wrap around the grip... gives it a more natural look.. otherwise the Goa'uld just know to look for guns with socks on them."

 

[Kemrain]

Ashley smirks, handing Julian his MP₅. "Just pull it all the way up and grip it. No one will know your dirty secret."

 

[Jaeden]

Ashley smirks, handing Julian his MP₅. "Just pull it all the way up and grip it. No one will know your dirty secret."

Julian takes the weapon timidly, looking it over.. holding it with both hands and staring at it as if it's a poisonous viper.

"You actually expect me to use this?"

 

[Kemrain]

The young specialist glances at the Colonel for a moment before looking back to Julian and nodding.
"If someone's shooting at you, you'll get over it pretty damn fast. Or, y'know, get shot. Either way. Just remember that you can't kill anyone with an intar. It fires an electrostatic discharge, a lot like a taser but with no need for prongs. It's rather painful, but it does no real damage at all, and leaves your target paralized temporarily. The discharge causes muscle cramps and loss of motor control, but it comes back pretty quick, which is what all those handcuffs are for. Really, even if you shoot yourself in the foot, you have nothing to worry about. It's not a gun- It's a phaser on stun."

 

[Jaeden]

Julian will nod, taking a moment to look over the weapon... Seemingly a bit less afraid of it after Ashley's explanation. He removes and re-inserts the battery "magazine", makes sure all the moving parts are moving freely, and so forth. He does seem to have an understanding for weaponry, if not a taste for it - but with his Air Force basic training experience behind him, that was pretty much a given. Satisfied that it won't puree his face, he shoulders the weapon and listens for any additional instructions, feeling and looking a hair more confident that if he's assaulted by an angry Goa'uld, he has some line of defense.