Target practise

Who: Mk.8
Where: Hangar and outside
When: During battle
Mk.8 floated down a passageway towards the hangar. He had intercepted
the transmission stating the arrival of a new wing of Space Eagles,
and thought he would check out the situation. As he suspected, the
hangar was more or less empty. Unphased, he simply flew out the hangar
bay door, and magnetically attached himself to the side of the 'dwarf.
Whistling to himself, he attached an elongated barrel and scope to his
arm-fitted bazookoid, and aimed at the giant worm, now thrashing about
in the distance. He charged up and fired several rather large shots at
what appeared to be some of the slightly more vital parts of its
`face', and doing a decent amount of damage, even compared to the many
gun turrets blasting away at it.
Mk.8 sighed as he leisurely shot at it, patching into the pilot's com
channels every now and again and telling Efof to watch what he was doing.
"This is nice." he said, before suddenly sitting up in time to see a
huge energy bolt, with a colour not entirely unlike curry, fly across
from one of the gun turrets. It impacted in the dead center of the
worm, and it writhed about as the bolt completely severed it in two.
Mk.8 tutted to himself.
"Noone enjoys the simple art of shooting at things anymore. They just
wanna blow the smeg out of everything."
Mk.8 was about to remove the sniper barrel from his bazookoid when he
heard a loud bellowing shriek come from the direction the worm had
been. Not only had the front half of the worm healed over, but the
rear half had regenerated into a completely new worm, and it was
charging towards the 'dwarf.
"This could complicate things" said Mk.8, who began firing at full
power at the new creature.
"We need to completely shred this bugger!"
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