"YESSIR!" Lucas echoed just a half-beat behind Paige; he too was plenty familiar with the "good chat, I'm busy now, so fuck off" tone, and wasted no time picking the two crates back up and followed quickly after her. As they went, he kept his eyes moving, taking in as many details as he could. It wasnt often he got the chance to check out a ship of this class. When they stopped so that Paige could collect her weapon, lucas raised an eyebrow. If she was intending to compare his weapon to an AK, she must really want to put it to the test. Good.<br/><br/>Having to practically jump to the side and stand at attention for every fleet officer got old fast, especially carrying those damn crates, but he was pretty sure he would be in for it if he let that show through, so he just kept walking. When they reached the hangar, Lucas' eyes narrowed slightly at the fleet engineers working on the bio-ship. he had requested authorization to assist, but had been told point-blank that an infantry engineer was neither needed nor wanted there. Despite that, however, he kept his mouth shut as Paige spoke with the ensign, though he did stare back at the man as he was sized up.<br/><br/>When Paige stopped to set up a target, he gratefully set down the crates and flexed his hands a few times while watching, gauging the distance as he waited. When she turned away from the phone, apparently having gotten the go-head, he unhooked the device from his belt and with practiced ease he locked everything into place with a series of muted clicks.<br/><br/>Made entirely of a dark matte metal which apparently flexed as well as any polymer, the crossbow measured just over two feet long, and a foot wide at the bow. At the edges of each side of the bow were a pair of cams, and the front had a strange bit at the front that almost looked like the business end of a hand-gun rather than a bow. The shoulder stock folded out just above a pistol style grip.<br/><br/>He watched closely as she sighted and fired in the span of a breath. He found himself quite impressed at her accuracy with that speed, and he couldn't help but give a cocky grin at the challenging way she told him to step up.<br/><br/>"Wish I had an explosive prototype to show off, heh." He mumbled to himself as he drew the string back with a smooth pull. He then slid the last two finished bolts he had left from the specialized quiver on his thigh. They looked mostly unaltered, but for the almost needle-fine point at the tip and grooves on the back end. He held one in his mouth as he loaded the other into place with a click and leveled it at the target.<br/><br/>All at once his demeanour changed, becoming laser-point focussed on the shot. He took a breath, held it, and fired. The low pitch of the string's reverberation was hardly audible, as was the faint whistle of the projectile streaking towards the target. It hit just left of center, punching through the steel with a metalic thud, and just barely poked through the  poly web. A split second later the second bolt came streaking through the air and hit just a hair low, but so close to the first that it actually nicked a spark off of it as it impacted. Practically pushing aside the already punctured steel, the bolt went right on through the poly and smacked against the bulkhead with a sharp ping.<br/><br/>Lucas lowered the weapon and let out a slow exhale before his grin reappeared. "One-twenty pound draw, two-seventy pound release. The part at the front is rifled to push the penetration depth further, too. So what's the word, Sarge?"