Pavel Chekov, fresh from a twenty-hour ride, given a day off, and burdened with the handsome pay that comes along with risky occupations, has been waiting for an opportunity to talk to the local blacksmith--the best he knows, and he knows a good many blacksmiths--about a few firearm modifications. Grimy and as awake as ever a person who hasn't slept in nearly a day can be, he, his rifle, and his pistol enter Emmett Brown's place of business. Both firearms have been modified by either Emmett or Chekov more than once, but there's always room for improvement.]
Doc?
[Not waiting for a response, the wiry kid sets his weapons down and starts pulling out tattered papers depicting very technical potential modifications.]
The rifle's scope, I think, is far outdated. I have an idea for new sights--new eye relief, something long, telescopic, maybe. And the pistol's barrel... it is not performing as well as hoped.
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Pavel Chekov, fresh from a twenty-hour ride, given a day off, and burdened with the handsome pay that comes along with risky occupations, has been waiting for an opportunity to talk to the local blacksmith--the best he knows, and he knows a good many blacksmiths--about a few firearm modifications. Grimy and as awake as ever a person who hasn't slept in nearly a day can be, he, his rifle, and his pistol enter Emmett Brown's place of business. Both firearms have been modified by either Emmett or Chekov more than once, but there's always room for improvement.]
Doc?
[Not waiting for a response, the wiry kid sets his weapons down and starts pulling out tattered papers depicting very technical potential modifications.]
The rifle's scope, I think, is far outdated. I have an idea for new sights--new eye relief, something long, telescopic, maybe. And the pistol's barrel... it is not performing as well as hoped.