Re: Weta - Dr Grordbort's Custom Raygun Contest! - SHOW OFF YOUR CONCEPTS AND DESIGNS
“She’s not heavy, she
has weight.” Lieutenant Harwick Nally-Willwright maintained impeccable posture as he spoke, but his contempt for Her Majesty’s Budgetary Field Review was as subtle as a moustachioed truncheon. “I don’t claim she is meant for marching. Quarry is drawn to
her. Then it dies.”
The meeting chair sat back, glancing at his fellow board members. “This... extensive retrofit was rejected by the Ministry of Exploration.”
Harwick stiffened (upper lip outward, as was proper). “Their only concern is retaining a skull for a trophy. What
we found has no respect for the game of discovery.” He paused, regarding a window. “Venusian eyes are like a pox. They care nothing of pride.”
“You stripped the elegance from this design. Such a name...”
“Such a name reflects a willingness to kill in as efficient a manner possible for the purest of practical reasons! Admittedly without due consideration of scale, but....” A bead of sweat appeared on the lieutenant’s brow. “Look, I give you that the connection is too clever by half, but if the hordes reach our shores you'll be clawing for breath as those long ago were compelled to hunt meat. Carry her in reserve, limit one to an outpost, whatever measure of inexpense you care to inflict, but I will not starve men of their lives!” He hefted the weapon from the table. It was indeed more artillery than sidearm. “She is the cliff we need, gentlemen. I bid you—if someone could just, yes, the door, thank you—I bid you good day!”
APPROVED: Head-Smashed-In Buffalo Jump Enzymatic Arbalest
APPROVED: Indefinite unpaid leave, Lieutenant Harwick Nally-Willwright