23 M4 testing

After assembling his new M4 assault rifle Engi could not wait to test it. He of course could always go into the battle simulator right away, but this truly would be a folly as he had not even tested it at the firing range yet. With this thought in mind he made his way to the firing range. Over the last few weeks he had been at the firing range and battle simulator multiple times. He liked to think he had gained a lot of experience.

It had been a week since he had scrapped his Invisibility cloak schematic, and he only had 2 more weeks until they arrived at the orc base. He needed to get a much better combat score than he had now if he was going to retain any type of freedom in this life. Part of him wanted to join the orc government training however. Freedom might be list, but the amount of resources and training he would recieve would be immense. His knowledge of machines and even magic would soar through the roof. All of this came at the simple cost of his freedom.

Engi could not help buy sigh as he thought about it. Knowledge and power were important in the orc culture, something that they had in common with humanity. However orcs were different, they put the orc race first, and their own freedom second. This is why no orc would willingly out themselves under a master of a craft. They needed to serve the orc race as a whole, not just a single orc.

Of course there were exceptions to this rule, there always were. There were some orcs who truly looked up to a specific orc, and found that serving them would be more beneficial to the orc race in general. But this type of fanaticism was rare.

Soon he had arrived at the firing range, the sound of bullets being fired greeted his ears as he stepped up to his usual spot. Beside him was an orc archer by the name of Sheva. She did not use firearms, rather she used a mechanical bow. The weapon was rather amazing, it used runic formations to cause arrows to appear. The tower of each arrow and the speed of the shots were all determined by the user itself. It was a beautiful weapon.

She nodded at him as he approached. She had long since gotten used to his appearance here, and had even given him pointers on how to shoot. Thanks to her advice his firearm mastery had raised to level 5. The additional 2% to accuracy and firing speed were amazing buffs. It might not seem like much, but the improvement was noticeable.

He took a moment to get ready before he began his testing on his weapon. To start with he stuck with stationary targets. The score for a pass on these targets was to get 30/40. That was the bare minimum for an orc to qualify as a marksman with an assault rifle. Each additional target after that would increase his score, granting different benefits. a score of 36 or higher would get him the title of expert, allowing him to recieve formal training in firearms. The targets were placed at 50 yards, 100 yards, 200 yards, and 400 yards. There were a total of 4 targets at 400 yards, 6 at 50 and 15 at each 100 and 200. There were a total of 40 targets, and you were allowed to take 40 shots.

Granted he was not testing to become a marksman at this time. That was something that would need to he done at HQ. Right now he was simply testing his own rifle.

He quickly began the test. the targets coming up. sometimes a single target would appear, at other times 2 or 3 would stay up at the same time. The closer a target was the less amount of time it would appear for, making them the priority. The order they come up in was always random, so one could not cheat by memorizing a pattern.

3 targets appeared at first. all at different positions. They were quickly blasted away by his rifle. One shot one kill, for each of them. The speed in which they came up was randomized. Sometimes you would get a target every second, sometimes you would have to wait up to a minute before the next target appeared.

Time passed, soon he had shot 30 targets, all of them one shot one kill. But a problem occured. His rifle began to overheat. He quickly diagnosed the problem and stopped the test. The firing rate and accuracy of the weapon could not be questioned, the problem with the weapon was with the Runic formation. At some point during his modification of the rifle the formation had been slightly damaged. This would not be noticable in a few shots, but the more you fired the more unstable it became. He grabbed the rifle and headed back to the engine room. It only took him a few moments to repair the formation. With that he decided to call it a day. He would test his rifle again in the morning.