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The door slid open with a quiet swish as Cassian stepped into the Barracks’ storage room. The room was noticeably shorter than the others, its interior divided into small sections—each a compact room lined up along a wall encased in a mesh steel frame, and there was also a desk to his right looking cozy with the cushioned chair.
Hmmm, a desk? Probably the quartermaster desk… should have inventory logs, though I'm not sure I would need them.
Setting his bag down, Cassian moved into the fortified cabin. He tapped his card again on the first section’s scanner. The lock beeped green; the mechanism disengaged.
Phew~ the card works here too… I was worried since this card is for a scientist and this is more of a security access. Anyway, let's see what’s in here.
The small cabin was stacked with uniforms, hazmat suits, bodysuits, armored gear, and backpacks. Cassian let out a low whistle. Glancing at his tattered rags—his current outfit, now nothing more than stained scraps—he quickly removed them and tossed them into a corner. Cassian strode over to the clothing shelves and selected a bodysuit that caught his eye. It was a skin-tight, jet-black suit made of a durable yet flexible fabric. Running his hand over the smooth material, he measured its length against his own frame.
Seems like it would fit… no way to take a shower though… guess I’ll have to bear with the blood and grime.
Satisfied with the fit, he used his old rags to wipe off layers of dirt, blood, and grime from his body before slipping into the suit. It fits snugly, molding to his body without restricting his movement. Practical and comfortable. He smirked when he noticed a small slit at the crotch.
Well, that’s convenient; I can pee easily, though.
Next, he chose a dark blue jumpsuit. Unlike the bodysuit, the jumpsuit was loose and came with an adjustable belt. After securing it around his waist, Cassian felt decently covered and prepared to move on to the armor section. The body armor in the room was divided into multiple parts: boots, shin guards, kneecaps, a chest piece, and gloves. The only missing component was a helmet.
Man, I feel like a different person… the sense of protection I get from being well clothed… yeah, this is good.
Moving to the backpacks, he discovered one built for military use. Unlike his worn-out pack, this one was well-designed, high-quality, and packed with multiple compartments. He grabbed another bag from the shelf—one that looked just as ordinary as his old one. With a quick glance around, he slipped the military pack inside it, using the outer bag as a cover and protection, and tested closing the main zips; it didn’t seem odd or difficult to access the bag. Now, he can stash anything inside the inner bag, and even if the bag gets burned, sliced, or wet, at least the inner one will be okay.
Sometimes my genius is almost frightening.
Laughing at his lame joke, Cassian moved back to the shelves and started filling his backpack with spares. First, bodysuits. Since there were a lot of them pre-packaged in compressed rolls, they barely took up any space. He grabbed four and tucked them in as he also grabbed and folded some jumpsuits into rolls and stuffed them in his backpack.
Nice! Love this bag; it has so much space… I should also later check if I had anything of value in my previous pack… haaa Okay, onto the next cabin.
The moment the door slid open, Cassian felt his stomach tighten with excitement.
Food!
Rows of MREs and protein bars lined the shelves.
Oh my!… yes! FOOD!
His focus immediately snapped to the meals. He tore into a packet, wolfing down the contents without hesitation.
Delicious! Man, I love these… what’s the… name… yeah, chili mac & cheese and BBQ chicken… Awesome, dunno why people hated this.
He devoured another, washing it down with a protein bar. By the time he finished, his stomach was full, and a satisfied burp escaped his lips.
Doesn’t matter what’s in other cabins but if I’m taking anything it's the MREs and the bars… Fuck stuff, FOOD IS IMPORTANT.
Now that he was no longer starving, he filled his bag with as many MREs and bars as he could manage. Even after stuffing his pack, the shelves remained stocked.
That is good. I could always return here for more. Nice! Let's see what this cabin has to offer.
With food secured, he turned his attention to the accessories section.
The shelf offered digital watches, multi-knife tools with integrated lighters, and two types of flashlights—one designed to clip onto chest armor and another, the classic handheld variety. Flares and glow sticks were also neatly arranged. Noticing that his current watch was barely functioning, he removed it, said a silent goodbye, and replaced it with a sleek digital model. He stashed an extra watch in his pack, grabbed two torches, and pocketed several glow sticks—the backpack’s design proving its capacity despite its compact appearance.
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[11: 16 PM]
OHHH! Love the digital design, yay! And I can set alarms and also have a stopwatch function! Yess sir
In the following section, stacks of documents detailed inventory lists and personnel assignments. Even after looking through some of the reports and documents, most were about who was issued what and what item came in that day; safe to say, they were hardly of any importance. Exiting the cabin, he entered the next cabin, which really mattered.
Weapons.
As the doors slid open, his pulse quickened. On his left, rows of firearms were arranged. On his right, a collection of melee weapons—knives, axes, and batons—was displayed. No swords or spears were present, but that suited the current era, which he assumed to be in a similar state of technology as Earth, maybe a little more advanced. Cassian frowned as he inspected the guns. There were only two types: handguns and what appeared to be pump-action shotguns. The firearms were nearly transparent, possibly crafted from some high-tech polymer because he was sure they weren't metal. Picking up one of the shotguns, he noted it was surprisingly lightweight—around 1.5 to 2 kg. He knocked on its surface; dull knocks, solid and resistant to any bending.
Weird, it must be made from something not found on Earth or something advanced tech…having a shotgun would be devastating for anything that may have plans for jumping on him.
There were about fifteen to twenty of each type of firearm, all identical. He shrugged. As long as they worked, that was all that mattered. His attention shifted to the magazines. His frown deepened. There were only a few boxes of ammunition, and it seemed he’d have to manually load the bullets into the clips. Annoying, but not a dealbreaker. Picking up the handgun, it was sleek and had a textured solid grip, and the design of the gun reminded Cassian of one of the guns Carl showed him.
Ummm, what was the name SG…SIG Sawer or Sauer… something with a 17-bullet capacity, I think?
The shotgun, meanwhile, had a capacity of four shells pre-loaded into the chamber.
Haa… It’s going to be a pain loading up the ammo… I'll do it later.
His hand instinctively reached for the axes. Or were they considered tomahawks? He wasn’t sure. His familiarity with weapons was only the feeling he got from his deck card, and he knew better than to overestimate his skill. Still, dual-wielding weapons had always appealed to him. He tested their weight, giving them a few swings. They felt… right. Knives came next. Tactical survival blades, around 10-13 inches in total length, are designed for both combat and utility. He took two and strapped them to his waist. The tomahawks were secured to the sides of his backpack.
With his gear finally assembled, Cassian sat down, stretching out his arms as his gaze fell upon his lifeline. [07:05:10:21]
“…Haa,” he exhaled.
There's no point in resting now.
He was well-fed, armored, and armed. It was time to take down the Behemoth. After that, he’d head to B2. But did he want to fight that thing?
Yes.
There was too much valuable equipment in this armory. If he ever needed to restock, he had to ensure the Behemoth wouldn’t be lurking nearby.
Pulling out the floor plan, he studied the layout. The Behemoth’s patrol route circled the outer wing. Cassian was in the inner wing.
So I kinda have 2 choices: either I go find some Kalrachs, let them call the Behemoth to him, or seek out the MF Behemoth directly in the outer wing.
“Hmm, I think I’ll go for the second option,” he decided. “Letting the Kalrachs call that bastard might just bring a swarm, and I don’t think that would be wise.”
“System, show me my status and current run cards.”
DESTRUCTION SORCERY: LIGHTNING BOLT [13/25 charges]
DESTRUCTION SORCERY: EXPEDITE [15/25 Charges]
CREATION INCANTATION: HEAL [16/25 charges]
CREATION SUMMON: ROCK GOLEM [15/15 charges]
A quick scan confirmed his thoughts—he was running low on [Lightning Bolt] charges. That settled it.
Time to switch to Creation… Well, let’s hope the Rock Golem lives up to its name.
Summoning his Soulkeep, Cassian attuned his card to Creation. A thoughtful frown crossed his face as he twirled a knife between his fingers.
How much of a change does [A knight’s squire] make with different weapons… and what about the guns?
Testing the effect, he swapped back to his axes. A faint sense of dissatisfaction tickled at him, but it wasn’t enough to matter. The boost in handling was undeniable. Then he pulled out the handgun. His expression darkened. The distaste was immediate. It felt wrong. Unnatural. As if wielding the gun was an insult.
Fuck! That was what I was worrying about. It's like I’m forced to do something that's beneath me… how does this affect my actual handling? Are there any noticeable debuffs or just the distaste?
He took a slow breath, steadying himself. He raised the weapon, took a firing stance, and mock-fired. No physical issues. No shakiness.
“Hmph. We’ll see if that gets in the way during combat.”
Stretching one last time, Cassian folded the floor plan and stepped out of the armory.
Time to hunt a Behemoth.
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A/N : The hunt is on!! Anyone playing Wilds?
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