Army Weapons Qualification Tables Novels & Stories

Theraphosa was a bit hesitant this time. “Access granted for Matthew Blair Dragunov.” The red glow turned green. “All present individuals identified. Opening.” Upon saying so, the door slowly split open and revealed the interior. There was a short legged table in the middle with a mat under it. All around the table, countless weapons and equipment were neatly placed with some space between them and the table in the middle. In the back, there was a table with various equipment attached to it such as a magnifying glass, a light bulb, and a small welder. It also had cabinets that were probably filled with other tools.

I could feel his wolf pacing just beneath his skin, demanding blood, demanding to shift, demanding to hunt. The armory was in the basement, behind a vault door that required both his palm print and a retinal scan. The lights came on automatically as we entered, revealing rows of weapons that gleamed under the harsh fluorescents. Silver-edged blades. Custom rifles loaded with wolfsbane-tipped rounds. Body armor that looked like it could stop a charging Alpha. Communication earpieces so small they were almost invisible.

Explosions went off around in such huge magnitude, it terrified the girl. She breathed out slowly and said, "It's just a simulation." "Temi," Alpha called out, "you need to arm yourself with weapons. Once you do that, you must take down the enemy defenses to stop the nuclear bomb they are protecting. Fail to do so equals game over." "Okay. Got it." Temi walked over to the nearest body. She knelt down and removed the weapons on the fallen soldier. Mini-bombs, bullets, knives, a Colt 1911, and a MI Garand. She tested the weight of the MI Garand in her hand. Green arrows pointed showed instructions on how to use it.

Finally at the end of the day everyone had to hit the firing range, all in formation and under the watch of a Lanistae of course. Every soldier of Remas carries a firearm. Gunners carry Muskets and Bows if the commander demanded it, while Spearmen and Legionnaires carried the Carbine. It was during our training in the firing range, where Varkii cemented his reputation as a capable marksman. Even a moving target was no match for him.

[3 Effective Hits, Skill Acquired: Firearm Weapon (Light Firearm) (Basic)] [Name: Firearm Weapon (Light Firearm)(Basic)] [Related Attributes: Strength, Constitution, Spirit] [Skill Type: Offensive] [Effect: You have mastered the skill of handling handguns, submachine guns, rifles, assault rifles, and sniper rifles, 10% Increase in Damage] [Consumes: Stamina] [Prerequisite: F in Strength, F in Constitution, F in Spirit] [Remarks: You might have acquired the firearm skill but you’re no sharpshooter yet!] Mike suddenly had the impression that he was an expert gunman, just like he had with the dagger skill before. He had not only learned new things about guns, but he also knew how to make the mo

Alexander explained. "You guys are ridiculously disgusting. You have a great intellect but you guys invest them in the wrong ditch." I cringed and looked at the weapons. I heard them letting out long sighs. Mariano and Alex also met me with some of the world's highest-ranked dangerous guns and rifles like Glock-17, G-21, H&K P7, HK416, Uzi, Accuracy International AS50 Sniper Rifle, Thompson M1921, AR Magazine, Colt Python Revolver, world's smallest bullet 2mm Kolibri and so on that I couldn't digest.

They made their way into the large warehouse, the guards greeting their Dons with the utmost respect. The trio walked into the warehouse said place buzzing with faint music while their employees fulfilled their tasks not daring to glance at them the wrong way. Some rearranged guns, ammo, bombs, and all kinds of weapons in their niches to be shipped to the person that had bought them. The armory looked immaculate and filled to the brim with daggers of all sizes, throwing knives, handguns, Glocks and Nikolai's favorite sniper and assault rifles organized to his liking. You name it, the trio had it.

Freya nodded, then she showed the tap screen she brought so Arsenio could read it too. "This is the latest type, sir. The ability of this weapon cannot be doubted. It can shoot from fifty meters away and has no sound at all when firing. Suitable for aiming without being spotted by the opponent," Freya explained. Arsenio looked seriously at the image on the tap screen while stroking his chin and muttering several times. "I want to buy another weapon, which is more practical and can be used in certain situations. Is there one?" "There are, sir. Pocket knives, daggers and others. The power of each weapon depends on the level you have now."

After locking Aurora in the room, I headed straight to the armory. The heavy steel door groaned as I pushed it open, revealing racks of weapons that had served my pack for generations. Modern firearms lined one wall—assault rifles, pistols, sniper rifles with silver-tipped ammunition. Explosive devices filled reinforced cabinets: grenades, flashbangs, breaching charges. Ancient swords and axes hung beside tactical gear, bridging centuries of warfare evolution. Gareth was already there, checking ammunition supplies with methodical precision.

I hissed. "Prove it," Yuri challenged, gesturing toward the private glass-walled range at the back of the armory. He picked up a customized Glock 19, its slide ported to reduce recoil. "A moving target at fifty meters. If you can't hit the vitals three times in five seconds, you get a taser and a bodyguard. Nothing more." He didn't wait for my answer. He stepped into the booth, leveled the weapon, and fired. Pop-pop-pop. Three holes appeared in the center of a swaying silhouette. He cleared the chamber and handed the weapon to me, a smug, cold curve to his lips.