No, forget about taking it easy. You have all this new firepower, and testing everything out will certainly serve you well in the future. For starters, your gun is different. Pulling it from it's place under your belt on your back, you get a new feel for it's minor differences. It's weight has been shifted slightly to the back, though that's entirely due to the upgrade pack. The sights, trigger, and safety are all where you remember. You aim it at a nearby tree, looking down the sight and flipping the safety off. What little military training you have seems to serve you well.

"Erm," Chiyuri mumbles behind you, but your focus is concentrated entirely on the weapon. "I should.." She says, her voice quivering, "I should probably hide now."

As you hear her footsteps treading back to the lift, you brace yourself. You've no clue how powerful this upgrade is, but you should be ready for anything. Out here, a crater or two won't matter, but if it knocks you off your feet and hits the ship, it's game over. Your index finger pulls back on the trigger, taking out what little slack there is, and the weapon goes off in your hands.

You hardly even feel it, and the small burst of white light that shoots forward from the barrel makes you feel a bit disappointed. You'd expected more of an explosion. With a sigh, you flick the safety on and put the weapon back in your belt. You decide to see the damage it did, and fine a line of small holes stretching through trees, grass, and leaves--cutting a path through the entire forest as far as the eye can see. You can't see the end of it, and though it doesn't look like much, it clearly has stopping potential.

Now, you turn your concentration to the device around your neck. It doesn't take an idiot to figure it out--the activation switch has got to be the cross-shaped metal bit in the front of it.

You press it, and nothing happens. Again, disappointment. You'd expected to hear some kind of humming noise coming from it, and maybe a cape to appear when you thought of the word 'cape'. Maybe it has more to do with-

Wait, you can see it now. A red-colored cloth flows down your back, only visible out of the corner of your eye. It's certainly working, though it seems to be taking its sweet time in starting up. Little by little, the cloth-like substance seems to grow, taking up the form of the cape over your shoulders and cloak down your back as you remember it. You feel for the device around your neck, and it seems as though the cape isn't quite attached to it. Is it removable, you wonder?

You disconnect the clasp holding the cape on your shoulders, and pull it over your head. It comes off without tearing or breaking down into a red-colored blob as you'd thought it might. It seems to be able to support itself while not actually be connected to the device, and feels almost weightless in your hand. You think to yourself, 'sword', and it almost instantly changes shape. The weight seems to remain constant, but you now hold in your hands a rather large broadsword. For some reason, it's the same blood-red color of your cape. Perhaps the small machines that make up the object in your hands can't change colors, as well.

You run through a number of ideas, from a flamethrower that doesn't quite work, to a chainsaw that works rather well, to a quadripedal walking platform of spinning knives on chains that has your sides splitting in laughter, and finally back to the cape. Satisfied with it's performance, you decide to take it a step further. You take a handful of the fabric in your hand, and tear it away from the cloak to your back. It comes away like putty, and seems to turn to sand in your palm. The cloak regenerates itself almost instantaneously as your hand pulls away.

You throw your arm out in a sweeping motion across you, scattering the fine red dust in front of you. It travels incredibly far for it's weight--penetrating through the tree line several meters in front of you. All it takes is a thought, and all that stands before you is no more.

Crosses--thousands of crosses shoot up from the ground all at once, bathing the earth in a bloody-red light as each one rises from the burning dirt. In an instant, you turned this grassy plain into a hellish graveyard, and though an average person might quiver in fear, the sight fills you with delight. This is power--your power.

You take another handful of the stuff and toss it into the air, detonating it in much the same fashion. The sky turns to red as the dust explodes, and as they form, you're able to direct each cross where you want it to land almost precisely. It's far too much work to do it one-by-one, so you drop them. All of them, all at once in a hellish rain of crosses. They stick in the earth, scorching the ground they touch as they fade into nothing, leaving only a barren field in their wake.

You can hardly contain your laughter. Your throat starts to hurt from it, but you can't stop yourself. This is.. It's far too much, far too soon. You didn't think this technology could have had the capability to cause this sort of damage. Words hardly do it justice. It's as if one moment there was a lush, thriving forest, and the next, nothing more than a stretch of barren wasteland. A few trees remain scattered in the smoldering earth, but have been charred to little more than pillars of ash. What was Chiyuri thinking when she put this all together?

You manage to subdue yourself after a number of minutes, and as you brush a bit of dust from your shoulders, you return to the lift with your cape once again flowing behind you.

Chiyuri watches your approach from behind one of the hydraulic struts, though she seems to be at a loss for words. After what you just saw, you'd probably look the same if you were in her position.

"Let's go." You say calmly, setting a hand on her shoulder and pulling her along beside you.

"Y-Yes boss!" She replies with a nervous yelp, and despite designing the thing herself, she doesn't seem at all prepared to have witnessed that sort of havoc.

"I told you," You groan, pulling her closer into you as your hand slams down on the control panel to raise the lift. "Call me 'Yumemi'."

She looks back at you, wide-eyed with a smile haphazardly streaked across her face. She doesn't respond, so you kiss her. A gesture of your gratitude more than for your own pleasure, you pull away without wanting more.

"Thanks." You whisper with a smile, opening your eyes to find yourself back in the ship. You hadn't even heard the lock catch as the platform sealed itself shut.

"You.." She whispers back, seemingly calmer now that she's not out in the open. Her eyes turn to look inside the ship, then back to you. "You got a bit of dirt in your hair."

"Noted." You reply, smiling but trying not to laugh. This is her way of coping with stress, to make a joke out of everything. It's hard to picture her acting any other way.

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