Cecily falls into step next to her adjutant, Mishitari, and the two start their path deeper into the station. Cecily quirks a brow at the tall soldier nodding at her, ears flicking and folding flat and forward, tails going still for a moment. Then she casts a nod in his direction before taking the moment to address the gathered. "If you will permit me to get straight to business, we have two decommissioned vessels not far from the station that have been set up to host your training sessions. Outdated models of the venerable Seiza cargo vessel and StarChaser ferries have been requisitioned for our use. They are the older, pre-refit and updated versions but they will serve our purposes. We have come up with a small handful of breach and attack-slash-defend scenarios but we welcome any input on coming up with your own."
The fox leads on towards the inner sections of the Yugumo-owned areas of the station, expanding further on expectations. "Each one of you will be assigned a squad of security personnel and it will make it easier to divide the teaching up as well as simulate multiple entry breaches and multi-angle skirmishes. It should also reduce the necessary workload, since while you will be acting lead for your respective groups, you may always defer to Mizumitsu-san or myself for questions and guidance." She seems to be no stranger to speaking to groups, carrying herself with a firm dignity befitting her station. Cecily doesn't yet give time for questions, though, moving at a brisk pace towards their first destination, which looks to be a shooting range. Whether or not it's a permanent fixture or something set up for this exercise, that remains to be seen.
Without pausing, Cecily moves to one of the lanes and picks up the 10mm "Bushi" carbine sitting there and holds it in front of herself, keeping her finger off of the trigger and the barrel pointed downrange. There's no magazine inserted but she still checks the chamber before speaking again. "As mentioned, necessary modifications have been made, but not to the weapons themselves. I've overseen engineering and production to ensure everything we do here for these exercises is as realistic as possible without causing harm to persons or company property. Well, at least beyond the Jagaimo-maru. I expect you all to put a few holes in that old cargo trawler, but I digress..."
She breaks her professionalism for a moment, casting a light smile over the gathered personnel. "We are not using live ammunition, but we will be using the 10x51mm hard light training round, or HL-Tr, that we've devised. It fires, or shall I say, projects, a short-lived bolt of hard light that can disrupt the training holograms that we've set up on the Jaigamo-maru for your more.. rigorous training sessions. At the close ranges you'll be fighting onboard these vessels, the lack of solid projectile drop won't be an issue in the artificial gravity, let alone when you're lacking gravity." She holds up her free hand, shaking her head, "Now before I hear any complaints, the YCS Asami has been set up as a training ground with live targets for proper practice as well, using these same rounds. The Asami is a passenger vessel and there'll be plenty of opportunity to establish exercises that range from storming or defending the bridge to VIP extraction. As far as how these all work... please permit me to give you a demonstration."
She turns and picks up a magazine from the lane and slides it home inside of the weapon with practiced ease before letting the bolt slam forward. Down the firing line, there's two things. One is an average humanoid-sized hologram, the other is a mannequin garbed in one of the "Paradin" kits, with the Type-43 "Ketsugi" plate carrier displayer prominently. "Now you might notice... without the powder charge, these modified rounds will lack much sound but still have a kick due to the inner workings. So for your training dummies..." she brings the gun up and aims it downrange, delicate finger curling and depressing the trigger. A trio of shots are snapped off, a noise more like a hard, electric pop pop pop sounding out instead of a report of gunpowder sending a trio of light blue bolts streaking towards the light construct. The full cartridges are ejected instead of brass, but they look a little shorter than your average rounds. The tips resemble hollow points but instead of the actual hollowed out tip, there's what appears to be a lens. The hologram flickers and several holes appear in it, two in the chest, one in the head.
"Now, as for live fire... you will all be assigned modified plate carriers coated with a special photovoltaic paint that reacts to these munitions," she explains, leveling the carbine at the armor stand. She empties another half-dozen rounds at it, sending the bolts downrange, seemingly completely unaffected by any recoil. The armor shakes slightly as if being buffeted by a few rapid finger-pokes, the exterior surface blooming in brilliant neon blue from the impacts. "Every team will be assigned magazines loaded with a different, assigned color, to make future review of combat footage easier to track for mutual training purposes. If you're curious as to how they work, every round is a short-stage hard light projector that triggers when the firing pin hits the cap, and the round cycles by way of an internal magnet."
She lays the carbine down and lifts one of the spent cartridges, turning it over in her hands. "...this also means that have a care with your electronics. We'll be needing to thoroughly degauss every carbine after every exercise... but, beyond any of that, does anyone have any questions about the weaponry, the exercises, the station's amenities, or even myself?" she opens up the floor as she opens her hands, then clasps them at her waist.
