There is a long haired blur in the distance. Red yellow sky, red yellow heat, brown sand, and green cacti. Green Cacti all around.
The blur is faceless, the blur is a blur, the blur has a face that You cannot see. You stare into the mirror but you squint your eyes. You use your right hand to stroke your left arm and you look to the side. My heart is red, and it sends out yellow shining glowing optical thermal sonic waves from my chest to the world. Everything else is a lie.
The cacti whisper to each other, “It keeps on tripping, there aren’t nearly enough rocks for all of these theatrics!”
The grains of sand keep silent, as usual. There is a spiritual hierarchy here, in which they are at the top. A sort of resilience, a kind of detachment. Then, very quietly, a church choir shut tight inside the kitchen cupboard -
“How can it not trip? The rocks are still in its shoes. The question is, why won’t they take it out? But perhaps, that is no question to be asked.”
Here we see an example of the heaviest M4A1 on God’s green Earth. The KAC suppressors are tough as nails but weigh a full pound. This rifle probably weighs about 12 lbs loaded, but feels much heavier due to the weight distribution.
A human Spotter and alien anti-materiel sniper, a part of the forced conscription program run by the local military Garrison in conjunction with the planets stationed police. Mandatory conscription of capable races by human militaries is a common sight. It is usually a mutually beneficial exchange of soldiers and technology for a stable capitalist planetary government and capable law enforcement. However rare resistance may be some intelligent races either wish for no involvement with human governments or overtly oppose any partnership and are ready to engage in planetary skirmish. These displays are usually cut down through displays of the gross amount of nuclear prowess human governments posses.
Currently this race of cold blooded amphibians serve as marksmen of all kinds due to their excellent eyesight and steady aim. Being cold blooded they are hard to spot through thermal optics, further giving them an edge in first strike combat. While they had developed ballistic firearms of their own the human government was able to provide much more advanced options such as automatic ranging, Thermal and NVG combi-sets. The most common is an anti materiel magnetic accelerator that uses nuclear power packs to power magnetic rails that propel an 8mm slug up to mach 7. These packs act as both the magazine and power source, each only having enough power to fire the 6 slugs in said magazine. Weapon remains inert unless powered, even if the proper ammunition is used. unless the enemy is capable of manufacturing their own power cells it will be useless.
The human spotters are members of the stationed police force who are selected based on their ability or team work skills. It is a non negotiable position that must be taken and conditions are often poor. This leads to many harboring a deep dislike for the conscripted races. In face many spotters harbor a specific disdain for the Amphibian marksmen, as their attitude is often “passive and hesitant” . The spotters take issue with their cold blooded nature as well. While most of the planet is humid and forested this is only during the day, nights are cold and wet. Housing is not always available so the snipers will seek out to warm themselves with the nearest heat-source, more often than not this happens to be the spotter in his temperature controlled suit. This invasion of privacy not appreciated and further fragments relations between local conscripts and the assigned officer. The assigned officers usually return to the force with only disdain for the entire operation and a new found dislike for the local populous.