16723/Guns In Spaaaaaaaaaaace

Guns In Spaaaaaaaaaaace
Date of Scene:	31 December 2023
Location:	Greymalkin
Synopsis:	Cable and Outlaw visit Nathan's secret stash of weapons.
Cast of Characters:	Cable, Inez Temple

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Cable has posed:
As far as retreats go, it doesn't get a whole lot better then this, now does it?

Oh, it might not quite have all the comforts of home. While the temperature might be regulated and comfortable, there is no beach to lay on But you can't beat the view.

Front and central in that view? That would be the glittering blue-green orb that hangs below -- relatively speaking -- the orbitting cloaked satellite that Nathan Summers, Cable, doesn't exactly call home. Still, have a satellite on hand in orbit with an advanced A.I. and all manner of nifty little toys comes in handy on plenty of occasions to be sure.

And while Cable might choose to reside Earth-side most of the time, in one safehouse or another, finding one base or another, Greymalkin is always here as a potential retreat.

Not to mention a warehouse of a whole hell of a lot of weapons.

Which is one of the things that has brought him up here today. It's time to restock some of his options. To make sure that he has the right weapons on hand. Which means going through weapons lockers, in choosing a wide assortment of layouts.

And maybe show off a bit.

And who can appreciate a good selection of weapons just like him? Well that might be a certain member of X-Force of course.

Inez Temple has posed:
Oh, for *sure* Inez can appreciate a girthy selection of weaponry... While she doesn't have a space station orbiting earth to store her toys, she has an uncanny ability to always have a nice selection at hand as Nathan has been able to see time and time again.

Only fair that he show her his once in a while, y'know?

And so here she is, bodysliding or whatever it's called, onto his ship to help with his spring cleaning of his armory. Inez is, of course, dressed like Inez always is: Cowboy boots and hat, denim daisy dukes and a snug tank top made of a Jack Daniels tee shirt she's trimmed. Really, it's almost modest compared to her usual wardrobe, even if the lacy edges of her bra show where the neckline's been cut deep. She looks around with excitement, a wide grin hidden by the brim of her hat. Yee Haw.

Cable has posed:
It's not exactly like X-Force hangs out in all the garden spots most of the time. In some ways their extensive time in Madripoor as of late has almost been pleasant compared to some of their regular hangouts. At least the weather is nice.

Not that any of them have a particular distaste for the rough and tumble of course. Some of them are fairly practical afterall. Sometimes the job requires slumming it just a bit. Getting your hands dirty and while most of them are willing to do what they have to, the Xavier component to the team might still have a little more polish.

But that definitely isn't Cable, and it isn't really Outlaw either. Which might be part of the reason that he has dragged her along on this little logistics mission. Among other reasons. If nothing else, she's likely to appreciate all the weaponry on display

"Thanks for lendin' a hand," the grizzled future soldier says with a tight grin directed her way. "Feel free to grab a couple of toys for yourself while you're here. Just don't do anything I wouldn't do with them," he says drily.

In fairness it gives her a whole lot of latitude.

Inez Temple has posed:
"Always happy to learn me somethin' new 'bout weaponry." Inez says easily, almost eagerly as she grins broadly. "Wild horses couldn't keep me from seein' whatcha got in y' armory, Nathan."

She rubs her hands together as she glances around her, eyes bright. It might, possibly, have been a mistake to unleash Inez on his armory. The eagerness is nearly sexual, as befitting a Texas cowgirl, but she is still polite enough to not immediately dig through his equipment.

She rubs her hands together. "So where we startin' here? Smallest t' biggest? Caliber?"

Cable has posed:
While the view might be spectacular from the main bridge, that isn't really what they are here for. And like just a handful members of the team, they can both probably appreciate the views offered in the various weapons lockers that seem to fill much of the satellite.

Each room has the potentially to be sealed off and ejected from the satellite to carry it's payload down to the planet waiting below, though such should only be needed in the event of a disaster. Just a little precaution in place, in case of the worst.

Cable is like the world's most dangerous boy scout. He's always prepared.

"I figured you would appreciate it," the future soldier agrees drily, leaning her down the hallway, past each of the open vaults that lead into the individual lockers.

"Ladies choice?" he suggests with a faint smirk. "You have the lighter conventional weapons at this end, moving up through the larger calibers and then the heavy weapons," he says, sweeping a hand along the wall. "Then we get into the more exotic, the energy weapons. And of course the explosives. When you need a really big bang."

Inez Temple has posed:
For all her wild ways and the nickname Crazy Inez, Outlaw isn't far behind Nathan in staying prepared. She notes the precautions with a nod of understanding as they pass through an airlock, stretching even her long legs to keep up with the massive mutant master mercenary.

"Ain't oppose t' a big bang." She smirks, glancing along his indicated path as her fingers visible twitch. "How do y' maintain t' arsenal? Keep what y' use most clean and ready, an' mothball the rest 'til y' need it? Seems like a massive job. Even f' a big boy like y'."

When he gives her leave, she immediately goes to high caliber, pausing to examine his sniper rifle selection. "Mmm. Girthy." She reaches for a long rifle with tripod and a high power scope. She looks through the scope, bringing it up to her shoulder as if it weighed next to nothing. "Heat trackin', I reckon', w' built in calibration t' minimize sway an' fatigue. Day/Night capable." She turns to Nathan, "What's t' payload? Say it *slowly*..."

Cable has posed:
Yeah. It's possible that they like their guns a little too much.

But then they have a certain reliance on them for what they do. Their lives can depend upon having the right weapon for the job. Equally important, at least to Nathan, the mission might depend upon it. He does have his priorities afterall.

"I thought you would, given your disposition and all," Cable agrees wryly, leading her past those rows of lighter weapons towards the heavier ones with barely a second thought. If anyone would have an appreciation for some really big guns it would be him afterall.

At least he certainly chooses to pack them first and foremost.

"Helps that this is pretty much a clean environment and precisely controlled. Not a lot of dust to worry about, no excessive humidity. And Greymalkin itself can do a lot of the basic maintenance and preventitive measures," he points out. Not that he would rely on that alone. He's a careful boy when he needs to be.

Pausing near those sniper rifles, the big man casually leans against the side of the wall, folding arms across his chest as she reaches out to pull one of the rifles down and give it a try. "Take your pick. The right tool for the job, right. I've got the range covered. The .223, the .308, the 7.62 even the 50 BMG. All depends on the mission. Add in the armor piercing rounds, or high explosive or pretty much anything you can dream, it's probably up here.

"And yeah, the accessories will keep you nice and covered too."

Definitely the best toys.

Inez Temple has posed:
"Fuck yeah." Inez breathes when he talks the storage and maintenance, grinning wryly. "Convenient, too. I got m' common carry loadout, but don't have t' time t' maintain like I wanna. Most of my hidden caches tend to be revolvers, shotties, an' other non-automatic."

She adjusts her grip on the rifle, stroking the underside softly, a little bit suggestively, before putting it back carefully. "D' y' manufacture ammo here, or buy in bulk?" She asks, continuing the surprisingly insightful questions even as she picks up the next gun to fondle like a marital aid.

But then again, she *is* Texan, and for all her mutant powers she does rely on her weaponry for most jobs. The world they run in, she isn't that big a fish for all she creates a massive splash.

And speaking of wet, her eyes alight on a Gauss-style sniper rifle. "Oh god I want it inside me." She mutters, so low it's clear she didn't intend to be heard. "Jesus wept, Nathan. An' here I ain't got y' anythin' f' Christmas."

Cable has posed:
If she likes the advantage of space based maintainence there is a pretty good chance that she will positively love the ammo options.

"Those have their place too. But I do like something with a little more... heft to them," Cable admits. Though there is something satisfying about a good shotgun now and then. Though, unsurprisingly perhaps the big mutant seems to favor the belt fed version. Not everyone could manage that by themselves of course, but he has certain advantages at his disposal afterall.

If you've got it, flaunt it, right? And least when it's time to bring the firepower.

"There's automated facilities to make it up here. Quality control is higher, little chance of misfires," he offers up. "Not to mention all the custom or advanced rounds that you can't just get from conventional sources." It's no bad thing to control your own supply.

Does he overhear her comment? A faint smirk slides across his expression. "Consider me Santa Claus this year. 'Sides. With everything going on I'm fairly confident that you'll more then work it off in trade."

Inez Temple has posed:
"Almost makes it harder f' t' fuzz t' identify if there's no commercial manufacturin'." Inez adds absently, even as she skillfully breaks down the Gauss rifle in hand to check the components, frowning here and there before nodding understanding.

"I do a lotta m' own ammo, but pretty small scale." She adds, and slings the gun over her shoulder. It's hers now! Bai! She tilts her hat back, and lets out a whistle as she gazes over the stacks of lockers. "Christ, man. Ain't gotta tell me twice. What y' got in t' way of energy based weaponry? Anythin' discrete an' sound based?"

She has been spending a lot of time around symbiotes, after all. Wouldn't hurt in the least to have something in case they decide to eat her and not stop when she says the safe word.

Cable has posed:
There are pluses and minuses to almost everything in life, and as Inez hits on one of the downsides, Cable simply inclines his head slightly. "It's not foolproof no. It kind of almost functions like a sort of fingerprint in a way," he agrees. But it doesn't give his enemies much in the grand scheme of things. He can live with it.

As she makes at least one of her selections, the grizzled soldier grins faintly and seems content to let her haul it off. "Use it in good health," he says simply. "Chances are you'll need it on one of our missions anyways," he points out, starting to lead the way down those rows and rows of weapons towards all those energy models.

"I mean, I tend to prefer plasma myself, but you'll find a healthy mix," he points out. Though he does arch a brow when she mentions sonics specifically. "I think we can meet your needs. Got a whole bunch of sonic grenades. I imagine if you want discrete the full on sonic cannons are out but I have a few handheld models. Don't pack quite the same punch, but they might do ya."

Inez Temple has posed:
"Never hurts t' have a good sniper weapon." Inez agrees with Nathan easily, hoisting the gun almost as big as she is without any issues with the weight. "I'll have t' take it out an' shoot some cans t' really break it in, but be useful t' have somethin' that we don't gotta worry 'bout powder gettin' wet." Madripoor *is* horribly humid, after all.

She trots behind him with a content grin as he leads her further and deeper. "Sonic grenades wouldn't be amiss." She agrees easily, "An' a nice plasma sidearm would too, reckon." Her arms wrap around her as she grins big, almost squeezing herself in joy like a kid in Santa's workshop. "Any automated defenses or is it all personal projectile an' explosives?" She licks her lips, grinning up at Nathan.

Cable has posed:
In some ways the weapon lockers on Greymalkin are the very best candy store imaginable. At least if one's notion of sweet treats involves just about every weapon type imaginable. And more then a few that positively defy the imagination at that.

So Cable leads the Texan Cowgirl through those extensive stores, piling a handful of sonic grenades and a pistol sized sonic disruptor to her collection of goodies that she is going to walk aawy -- or bodyslide away, you know -- with by the end of this little shopping trip.

When she mentions automated defenses, he quirks a brow her way, sardonic smile spreading over his features. "Like a sonic shield belt?" he asks. "Just what are you getting yourself into Inez?" he adds archly.

Inez Temple has posed:
"Eh. Lil' this, lil' that." Inez tells Nathan vaguely, "Makin' friends in all kinds o' places, an' wanna make sure m' roost is safe, y'know?" She grins at him brightly, and winks before clarifying. "An' lookin' f' turrets an' security systems. Got a new trailer an' wanna set it up proper."

Which... isn't exactly an answer to his question. Is she really going to lie to a telepath? It wouldn't be the most shameless thing she's done. When she was fresh off the ranch, after all, there was that time she got into a disagreement over a juke box...

The extra equipment he gives her are made to disappear... somewhere. It's almost impossible to believe someone wearing so little could carry so much, but Inez does it, with boots, boobs, and belt taking the majority of the equipment even if she is starting to slow down under the mass.

"N' gunna lie here, Nathan." She tells him, seriously, "This is one o' t' best days o' my life."

Cable has posed:
Could he go poking about her head to find out just what sort of trouble that she's getting up to?

Probably.

But good teams function with a degree of trust and continually undermining that is generally not something that works out so well once they are out in the field in the thick of things.

Besides, they all have their own things on the go. Nothing wrong with that.

Smirking faintly at her, he just gives a slow shake of his head. He doesn't tell her to be careful. There's a good chance that any danger she might be in could be half the appeal afterall.

"Gotcha. I think we can set you up with something that should work well enough," he agrees before casting a considering eye her way and that uncanny talent to make some not insignificant ordinance disappear despite not a whole heck of a lot of clothing. "I think we might need to transport them down seperate though. I doubt even you can find somewhere to tuck away a half dozen or so automated turrets," he notes drily, though leading the way past the weapons proper and into the area with all those other wonderful toys. Scopes, scanners, security bypasses, turrets and just about anything else imaginable.

"I'm the gift that keeps right on givin'. You should know that by now."

Inez Temple has posed:
To be fair, Inez's head is probably not exactly a comfortable place to go poking into, even if Nathan has been inside the head of some downright questionable people. It's not likely to be the spaghetti factory of her one-time husband, Wade, but still. There's definitely some pasta being made in there.

"Don't need t' take a Kryptonian or anythin', but be nice t' have something t' gimme time t' run like a jackrabbit if it gets hairy." Beat. "Not that I got anythin' 'gainst hairy." She smirks, "Do love a hairy chest on a guy." She perks up when he leads her on, grinning broadly. "Ah, now this t' shit." She tells him happily, "That a kamikaze drone kit? Looks like Hammer Industries, custom modded." She eyes him, when he declares himself the gift that keeps giving, only answering with a smirk and a wink.