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" Yeah we carry a couple different kinds, the basic rod and rag style don't cost much." The old cyborg answered as he went to go fetch the ammunition requested. He quietly wondered if the Helgan army even taught marksmanship as it was known to him; that or if they were just so constrained by regulation that they only used one type of projectile in their long guns.
The box was easy enough to find , it had Helgan's stamp on nearly every side with a label in large black letters.
The cyborg brought the create ammunition back to the front counter and counted out the desired amount. He'd have to take one of the rounds apart later and satisfy his curiosity on the matter.


"Asaca, Would you please go grab 3 of the m18 smoke grenades from storage, they're on the top left in a green wooden box." He called to his co-worker.

" So, what brings you to this planet? I heard something about a quarry, and you don't need smoke for Elk. " he mused.