It has been two days from the interview. In this time I had been tested on stealth capabilities, marksmanship, negotiating, and some other stuff. As predicted, I did well.

  They had provided me things to assist in the scout portion. But I hadn't needed them all that much. My dimensional hopping abilities were very useful in that regard.

  In negotiation and general relation testing, he did far better. Despite my general dislike for such things, I wasn't an overlord for nothing. Now, as I walked to a loading bay I had been told to go to, I wondered about the next problem.

  Not a test, not an interview, but weapons selection. See, I had a slight issue. I was fucking massive. As in, I'm taller then Carl twice over. Finding a gun for me is a test.

  I had been told it had been handled, and as I stopped in front of the bay, I wonder how they would fix this issue. It won't be easy I suspect.

  As I slowly entered, I saw a few people unloaded crates with machines, and Carl, who was sitting on a chair by the side. I slowly walked to him, feet clicking on the ground as I went. When he finally looked up from his device, I was looming over him.

  "Good day, Commander." I state. My mechanical voice coming out flatly. Carl jumped straight up out of his seat and instinctively reached for a pistol that wasn't there. When he regained his bearings, he put a hand on his chest and scowled.

  "WHAT THE FUCK VERO!YOU SCARED THE PISS OUT OF ME!" He yelled. I stayed silent, and waited. When he called down fully, he said "Dont... Do that again."

  "Yes, Commander." I state with a hint of mirth.

  "Ya ya. Well done. Now, hurry up. I got you 3 guns to choose from. Was gonna let you choose, but maybe not anymore, eh?" He glanced back at me.

  "Not necessary commander. I do apologize for starting you."

  "Ya. I'm sure. Now come." He leads me to 3 boxes. He points at one and orders it opened. One of the loaders comes over, and opens it after a bit of fiddling.

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  "See, when I figured you couldn't use a normal weapon due to size and such, I figured why not improvise a bit." He said as the weapon was revealed.

  It looked like a large bore laser gun. It had no power pack, but I didn't expect it too. If this came off a vehicle, then it was likely charged off the vehicles engine and maybe an emergency battery.

  "This is the Mk8 Laser cannon. It's typically fitted on light tanks so they can operate far more independently. It's rather effective against light armor with it punching up to medium. Weak points in the front and sides of mediums, I should clarify. Though for the more advanced vehicles, i would stick to shooting sides and rear." Carl stated.

  I picked it up. It was half my size, and smooth. The gun necked down, making it look like a squeeze bore. I nodded. I always loved weapon design. And while primitive, the point held true. I was loving this moment.

  With a wave to the next crate, it opened to a plasma gun. "In our last deployment, one of our tanks got totaled. The gun, and some other bits were salvage from said tank. It's range is shorter then the other options on display. However, it likely has the pest area damage to armor penetration of the entire lot. I recommend consideration." He stated.

  I observed it shortly before shaking my head. "Politely, I've no desire to touch it. While I trust your words, on the off chance this thing detonates, everything in 500m of me is doomed." I state. I, frankly, didn't trust plasma weaponry. Sure, they were effective, but in many cases, laser weapons preformed better.

  "OK then. Not that. Honestly though, I feel you about the blowing up bit." He waved his hand for a third time, and the crate was opened.

  "This... ahem. Ok, cutting the shit, this was supplied by Commander Jassi's family connections. They wanted a test bed for a new rail gun. We figured, sure, why not. Stick it in a tank, call it a day. But, when I saw it, I figure I could offer it to you, and not waste a valuable tank on experimental tech." His smile grew.

  I picked it up, and was enamored. "I must admit, this interests me. What's its velocity and shell mass?" I ask.

  He hands me a large shell, and answers "It's velocity is around 24ish. Shell is as you see." He stated.

  How in the hell would these primitives not fucking kill themselves? 27? As in mach 27? The fucking air burns well below that! Hell, I could shoot fighters out of the air!

  ...I LOVE IT! HA! I must admit I'm enamored with the idea. It's fired at mach fuck you, so the limiting factor is its ammo mostly. Hell, I can connect this thing with a battery of my own make and make my own ammo... I need to send this to the crypteks. This isn't primitive. Not in my opinion.

  "Commander Carl, I will take the experimental gun off your hands. Put it in contract if you must. This gun is mine. You have my service. Your will, be done." I state.

  Hasty, yes. But if the advanced world's have tech like this in this age, and it's even semi functional... my thoughts about sparkling innovation through rivalry weren't idle anymore.