Zuriel, who had been standing in line with the rest of the squad, takes position next to Icarus after he's done with his speech. With a raspy yet loud voice, he addresses the crew.
'Alright lads, you heard the boss! Don't shoot until he tells you to, and keep your aim steady, or latrine duty'll be the least of your worries! Keep your wits about you- killing these deviants is a glorious thing, but it's not worth blowing up the ship over!'
He then turns to Bane, smiling. 'Honour to serve under you again, sir. But, ah, permission to speak freely, sir?' He hesitates a moment, weighing the words in his mind, then continues. 'While I love the shotguns as much as the next person- I mean, boom, and one less problem in the world, what's not to love- don't you think that we might want to bring something a little bit less scatter-prone? Wouldn't want a stray shot hitting something it shouldn't be hitting, right?' He weighs the weapon in his hands. 'Don't get me wrong, the men are good shots and all, but with these little beauties, you could hit one of them sickos spot on, and you'd still need to worry 'bout an errand pellet hitting a critical section of the ship.'
'Now if it were up to me, I'd favour an autogun over a shotgun under these circumstances- no spray, and these boys know how to handle 'em just as well as they do a shotgun. Single fire only, of course. Maybe even a hunting rifle or two, give 'em to someone in the back. Small clip size and the range is not really important in these confined spaces, but they're accurate enough to shoot the knees off a heretic at 150 meters.'
