"Not quite." The major went back to the box, removing another bundle from inside. She set it down on the table in front of them with a heavy metallic thump. The fabric fell open, revealing four threatening-looking metal objects. Rifles of some kind, whose specific designation James didn't know. "As I explained, this planet is dangerous. The natives are more capable than they look. The planet killed two generations of humans before we were even grown. Each of you will reach firearms proficiency D within one week. There is a range, and training materials are available on your computers."