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This is an illustration of the third chapter of this fanfiction by MundaneChampagne archiveofourown.org/works/4418…

Garrus was relieved to see that Sidonis still knew his way around firearms.
The shooting range was dank and dirty. Outdated projector equipment provided targets, but the flickering of the display made it hard to get accurate aim. The clientele was generally the smaller merc groups and their trainees; the big groups could afford their own firing range.
Sidonis picked up a smaller pistol. Where it lacked in punch, it made up for in speed. The thing could go thirty rounds between heat sinks. It was a curious choice, Garrus thought, but he waited to make any judgments.
Sidonis’s form was still good. The muscle memory was there, it just needed refining. His grip on the pistol was steady. That particular gun didn’t have much of a recoil, and Sidonis dealt with it with ease.
He was fast. Shaky at first, but soon his speed picked up speed and shot after shot was fired. He didn’t have the best aim, Garrus noted, but the shots generally hit the target. Sidonis was utilitarian above all. He wasn’t about power or precision; he just made sure that his shots weren’t wasted.
Garrus could work with that. There might be trouble down the line; that small kind of pistol was not made for punching through the reinforced armor and shields that the big gangs used. But for now, he was just happy that the guy he’d picked up would be able to hold his own.

Characters belongs to (c) Bioware

Description
This is an illustration of the third chapter of this fanfiction by MundaneChampagne archiveofourown.org/works/4418…

Garrus was relieved to see that Sidonis still knew his way around firearms.
The shooting range was dank and dirty. Outdated projector equipment provided targets, but the flickering of the display made it hard to get accurate aim. The clientele was generally the smaller merc groups and their trainees; the big groups could afford their own firing range.
Sidonis picked up a smaller pistol. Where it lacked in punch, it made up for in speed. The thing could go thirty rounds between heat sinks. It was a curious choice, Garrus thought, but he waited to make any judgments.
Sidonis’s form was still good. The muscle memory was there, it just needed refining. His grip on the pistol was steady. That particular gun didn’t have much of a recoil, and Sidonis dealt with it with ease.
He was fast. Shaky at first, but soon his speed picked up speed and shot after shot was fired. He didn’t have the best aim, Garrus noted, but the shots generally hit the target. Sidonis was utilitarian above all. He wasn’t about power or precision; he just made sure that his shots weren’t wasted.
Garrus could work with that. There might be trouble down the line; that small kind of pistol was not made for punching through the reinforced armor and shields that the big gangs used. But for now, he was just happy that the guy he’d picked up would be able to hold his own.

Characters belongs to (c) Bioware