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Legacy of the Lifestream	By : butabara Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 2387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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I do not own FFVII or its affiliates. I make no money from this exercise in literary creativity.
Okay boys and girls! This is where it really picks up! (Kinda makes me sad... it means that this is almost over... however, I think now is a good time to announce that there will be a third-and final-installment!) Destiny of the White Devil will pick up where Legacy leaves off, and I don't plan on waiting to start it... though I might wait to start posting until I have the first 4-5 chapters, just in case I can't get it written fast enough. Hope you all enjoy this one! Ten and Michael's capture was written by the brilliant and lovely riverseithr :D I LOVE YOU RIVER! R&R!
Chapter 38: Honey Bee and the Bear
Micheal and Ten crept along the snow, the caked powder crunching under their weight. They had found their way south of Icicle Inn, in Modeoheim, once a town of a reactor, used by ShinRa There was so many questions left unanswered when it was abandoned. Ten used her research to pinpoint a G.R. base to here, it was perfect. Abandoned since the Genesis War, there was hardly a stir about this place, but it seemed odd that when Sephiroth was sent to lead the investigation, so many years ago, there was hardly anything that turned up.
The evidence pointed to the obvious, a research facility, but of what, they needed to find out. Ten perched herself up into a high branch. Below, her husband with his Arctic Warfare*-modified with a suppressor and heat sensor scope-peered through the scope, looking down among the abandoned reactor. He smiled when he could see shadows creeping along the metal grating that surrounded the outside, and he looked to his wife.
She had opted to take off her black uniform. This time she wore a gray body suit, white duster that covered her entire body, and heavy boots. Her midnight hair was tied in a high bun, and her face hidden behind goggles and a face mask.
He wore a weather proof white coat, goggles, thick blue overalls, a small gas mask, and his trusty heavy boots. Aside from his sniper rifle, he carried a long sword, grenades, three pistols, enough ammunition to supply a small army, assorted scopes, and his two favorite robotic helpers, Clank and Ratchet. Both were scrapped old anti-infantry robots that he modified and scaled down, for easy transport, added an A.I, and modified to infiltrate, sabotage, and cause utter destruction. Ten carried her sai, bow, arrows, poisoned darts, rope dart, shuriken, kunai, poisoned gas pouches, her liquid courage, and enough Materia in her person to cause anyone a bad day.
"Alright darling, there are six outside, about a thirty second window of not being spotted, and the rounds are about five to seven minutes long. We have three men in the doorway, an encrypted passkey design, possibly a two-three chance before lockout, six digit pass-phrase, and the men have a standard semi-automatic rifle and possibly a back up hand gun. Take Clank with you, he can disable alarms." Micheal's deep voice said affectionately at his wife "Honey Bee, do try and leave someone to interrogate."
"I make no promises, be my shadow." She said wickedly before she grabbed the medium sized ball from one of the boxes, strapped it to her back, and disappeared.
Ten raced down the slope, bouncing along the uneven protrusions of the rocky landscape. As she neared the first man, she took out a senbon and tossed it, watching as it embedded into the mans neck. Landing, she caught the man as he went limp. Unstrapping the robot, she activated the power on system. The ball popped open, gears and hydrolics coming to life as a mechanical Guard Hound appeared to form out of the protective shielding, reconstructing itself to its form. A smaller version, but with a prehensile tentacle flicking back and forth between the metallic shoulders. It looked at Ten and tilted its head. "Hi, my name is Clank and you are my master...What can I do for you?"
"I need you to do what you do best." Ten said as she patted the mech-beast. "Get me into the facility, and then you can have all the people that you can munch on."
"Treats!" The robot said with a happy bounce.
Ten peered around the corner and watched as another man walked toward her, taking out her bow, she stepped around the corner and took aim and released. The arrow planted itself in the chest of the man before he even blinked. Notching another arrow, Ten began to take out all the men she could see. Clank padded over to the door, using its tentacle and inserting it into the machine locking the door. After a few seconds the door opened and Ten slipped inside.
Over the radio, she could hear her husband. "I am going in with Ratchet, there is another entrance on the West side, it is heavily guarded."
"Gods be with you." She replied as she entered in.
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Ten was in the communications center, Clank was already hacking into the cyber mainframe. He had copied as many files as his processor could handle and had uploaded server viruses, disabling the systems, slowing down the mainframe, and locking doors, setting off traps, and opening pathways to Micheal. Things seemed to be going well when the robotic Guard Hound was suddenly electrocuted by a system protection program.
"Clank!" Ten said, rushing over to the seemingly fried machine. "What is wrong?"
"Malfunction. System Recovery in Progress. Unexpected Error. Corrupted Files Detected." Came an automated response from the creature.
Ten had hardly any chance before she became surrounded in a thick blanket of magic, or some trap. When she tried to move, she found she had been paralyzed. Blinking she heard the sounds of metal moving against metal...Gasping she screamed as the enemy descended upon her, gunfire ringing out in the dead silence.
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Micheal was faring well, he had taken out the main guards and was now slicing into the last of the group that found him. He was about to pat himself on the back, when a door opened to his right. Tossing his blade, the longsword planted itself into a man who crumpled to the floor. Taking out his sniper rifle, he then fired off a round before taking cover, when the enemy opened fire. Ratchet took to the air-being modeled after a Gargoyle-and used its mini-gun that was attached to its tail to quickly dispatch the other enemies. Micheal popped his head out of his hiding spot, only to have a man slash down with his sword. Blocking it with the stock of his gun, the man pushed down with more force than any normal man could. I knew it, an experiment, Micheal though as he saw the barrel of his gun pointing at the man's head, Micheal took his hand, reloaded, and pulled the trigger. As the now headless man fell to the ground, he rushed over and retrieved his blade.
The mechanical gargoyle landed and looked at him. "Sir, I can not find a signal coming from Clank. It is possible that they have been discovered. Shall I provide assistance?"
"Do it, I'll be fine..." Micheal huffed.
"Moving into enemy zone, approximate time required to provide assistance, two minutes. Have a nice day sir." The gargoyle flew off.
Micheal made his way down the corridors, moving as quickly as he could. Muttering to himself, 'I'm too old for this shit,' he finally found a passage way that was locked and heavily encrypted. Wasting no time, he planted a few grenades on the locking mechanism, armed them, and ran like hell. As the door was completely blown off the hinges and fell to the floor, Micheal smiled as he entered. What he saw he couldn't believe. There before him, resting in the room-which he would guess was a safe room-were none other than the former President and SOLDIER Director, Donovik ShinRa and Lazard Deusericus.
"What the fuck?" Micheal cursed, out of shock, and his country accent bleeding heavily into his words. "There ain't no way in the Nine Hells that you can be tha Pres. You! Yer dead too!"
"I beg your pardon?" The man who looked like Lazard, exclaimed as he took a step forward. "We are here because of people like you!"
"I dunno who the fuck tol' ya that. There is a shit storm goin' on upstairs an' ya both need to come with me...Rufus is a low down snake and he probably lied to tha' both of ya." Micheal said before a noise made him turn around, gun in hand. "Oi, what is with the gimp suit?"
Micheal's world went black as whatever it was attacked. He prayed that his wife had not ran into this creature and fought as long as he could before his body collapsed out of exhaustion, or the fact that he might have died. He wasn't sure, but sleep sounded nice.
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Sukai arrived at the Inn that her parents were supposed to be, covered in head to toe in warm clothing-the only way she was allowed out of the airship. She snorted. She loved the fact that she was trying to be saved from nature, but she could see his point. The Shera was climate controlled and she had not been in the extremes of climate in a long time. After talking to the innkeeper, she walked up to her parents room. Unlocking the door she opened it, with Sassi, Aerith, Harmony, Kadaj, Loz, and Sephiroth behind her, the rest staying aboard or going out to restock the ship.
"Oh my God!" Harmony said, taking in the disaster zone they walked into.
Sukai rolled her eyes. "Don't let it get to you, they probably had a good night. Oh, ew, bad image, bad image!"
"You said that one!" Harmony cackled.
"Don't remind me." Sukai said, her hand over her mouth to keep from puking at what appeared in her head. "I guess they stepped out. Er, well...they do things like this, tear up the room, if they know someone is looking for them. So no worries."
A sudden crash alarmed everyone as two mechanical creatures rolled in. Sukai practically ran over to the new intruders-to everyone else's mind-and gasped. "Ratchet! Clank! Oh my God! What happened?!"
"The Maker has been captured, as well as Master. I found Clank shut down in the main communications room like so, he has damage done to his exterior skeleton and there is an attempt to rip out his Memory Core, what attacked my Brother did not want what he found out. The enemy, or more, has multiple guns and swords, but the wounds are not consistent with any weapon I know of. Armor piercing rounds would have adequate power to cut through our outer shielding, but nothing less of a SOLDIER blade would cut us...this does not make sense. The Secondary Hard drive is still intact, but he also has signs of overheating, possible electrical surge." The mecha gargoyle relayed. "I can hard wire into the recent video logs and capture recent data, if it has not been wiped clean."
"Do diagnostics, damage control, any repairs that you can with what resources you have, and send me the data.. I will find the long range recording." Sukai said walking over to the bed, slipping her hand behind it, and retrieving a small device. "Got it. Do what you can for Clank, Ratchet."
Two hours and Sukai had the data she needed to piece together what happened. Watching through Clank's video logs she could see her mother working on something when she turned around, before the screen fuzzed over, most likely the video feed was cut off. A scream was heard over the audio, right before a voice that she had not heard before rang over the static.
"With you, I will get him back. Shame you are needed alive, Rufus will be pleased."
Sukai sat down on the bed, whatever that was, the voice. It, correction he, had her mother, and he was working for Rufus, Sukai looked at Kadaj and Sephiroth, hoping they would shed some light on the subject, but both just looked at her. Kadaj was the first to speak. "Doesn't surprise me that this was a trap, but I heard Genesis talking once, there were more experiments." Kadaj spat those words in utter hatred. "That went on in his name. He may know if this person is part of them."
"Thanks so much." Sukai huffed, muttering mostly to herself. "Why, why?! Can't we get a fucking break! The children, Harmony, myself, and now my parents...Gods..."
"Sukai, there isn't anything for us here, and they will be coming. We can't linger." Sephiroth said gently.
"Let them come." Sukai said in monotone.
"Sukai, we can't afford to fight them now." Sephiroth didn't even give her time to argue. He lifted her limp body into his arms and the group was off, making their way back to the airship as quickly as they could.
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“I know of other experiments...” Genesis said as the group eyed him hopefully. “But I don't remember much. Like I said, my most recent memory before going to Harmony's world was Zack leaving me on that chair in Banora, after nearly beating the life out of me...and the sense in.”
“...But that doesn't mean that's the last thing that happened.” Harmony said. “What if... what if your memory ends there because you passed out, were tranqed, or... died? And they took your body after that?”
Genesis gave them a contemplative look. “Its possible. Zack, Cloud, and Vincent all experienced something similar.”
Vincent cleared his throat. He'd not wanted to bring it up, hoping that Genesis would remember something... but now he knew that his information was crucial. He only hoped that Genesis could handle what little information he had. “I found some files when I went into Deepground. I didn't put much stock in them, as it was supposed to have not happened because Genesis had changed...”
Sukai huffed. “Then what are we waiting for? Go get them!”
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Taboo
The Shin-Ra Manufacturing Company is feared across the globe for its ruthless army, SOLDIER.
However, there are two members of this legion of whom few have the courage to speak.
While one is well known: the infamous "S" - a symbol of strength and destruction - the other remains shrouded in a eldritch veil of shadows.
All records of this man's existence have been deleted. The only remnant of his legacy being the lone letter "G".

A Single Record
We can only begin to imagine who this enigmatic warrior might be.
There are rumors that he was biochemically constructed prototype for the soldier who would become "S". However, there are no documents to supports these claims. In fact, there is so little information on G that his existence may be nothing but a fabrication.
The only thing that may give insight into this mystery is a lone personal record which indicates that several years ago, a SOLDIER 1st Class was assigned a top-secret mission to pursue a target known only as "G".
Unfortunately, any further data on this mission been lost or destroyed.

Below Midgar
"G" Slumbers below Midgar...

Silently abiding his awakening...
Or so tell the vagrants who dwell in the slums of the mephitic metropolis. However, could there exist some truth behind these rumors?
Being one of the few who was involved in their construction, I know all too well of the vast caverns that sprawl beneath our city's streets.
This will more than likely be my final entry. The last fragment is as follows:
“Soldiers branded with epithets of color...
These are the hellspawn of G.“
“Genesis Rhapsodos was the original Tsviet.” Shelke said. “All of the experiments we were subjected to used his genes. We... we are to Genesis, as the Remnants are to Sephiroth.”
“But the Tsviets are all dead!” Tifa said. “Vincent killed them... All but you, Shelke.” Vincent nodded his agreement.
“Yes, but did you actually see their bodies? Did you see them die?” Sassi cut in. “And even if you did, didn't you tell me that one of them had been hit with a freakin' missile launcher and he survived?”
Vincent thought a moment. They had a point. Even if somehow changing the timelines had given the Tsviets life again... they may not have needed it. “Azul the Cerulean fell from the elevator platform above Deepground's entrance. He had his own gun impaled through his gut, but I did not actually look for his remains. Rosso the Crimson... when I defeated her, she sliced away at the ledge of the tower, and fell to her death. She had said something about no one standing above her... But again, I did not bother looking for her body. Nero... He was different. He appeared in a sort of ghostly form after I had defeated him. Weiss, I'm positive was dead. After I defeated Omega... his body was joined with it-”
“Yours was also joined with Chaos, and both you and the demon survived.” Sytherea cut him off. Vincent thought for a moment, and then nodded.
“So basically what you're saying is that the Tsviets could still be alive.” Sukai said. “Wonderful. Just what we need! Another group against us... and these guys are enhanced, and just as powerful as Remnants!”
“Normally, I would say we shouldn't assume anything... but I think in this case, it is safe for us to assume that yes, the Tsviets are alive, and they have Sukai's parents.” Sassi said, catching Harmony's gaze.
Harmony nodded, knowing her charges intention. “I think Sassi and I can find out... if Aerith helps. But! Anyone with Jenova cells had better get to the most secure part of the airship.”
“What can you do?” Sukai asked, hopeful for the first time.
“If they summon their healing rain, and I focus my own rain into their power... I might be able to a least give you a direction. I... I don't know if it will work. Sassi and I tried it for Kiku and the children a couple of weeks ago, and the only thing I could see was myself. I think that's because she shares my blood, and Fionn and Miri share Sassi's. That, and Sassi's power still hasn't completely recovered. That's why we may need your help.” She finished, turning to Aerith.
“Do it.” Sukai said, her shoulders slumped. “Please.” She whispered.
Sassi nodded and the three shooed Jenova's legacies from the room, beginning the preparations for what was one of the more complicated spells that the witches could cast.
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Rain splashed onto the icy grounds of Modeoheim, the water freezing almost as quickly as it touched the snow-laden trails. The strong energy left behind from the Wutaian woman was potent enough that steam rose from where the magical rain fell through it. The woman and man's bodies were tossed into a large helicopter, the metal beast ascending and slicing through the air in the direction of Edge.
Colors swirled, and both Cetra tightened their grip on the hands that held theirs, every person that had remained in the room helping them to complete the circle-but only so that they could also see what the casters saw. Harmony let out a gasp at the sight of bright red blood pouring over the Wutaian woman's face, the smell of burning flesh assaulting their senses as tazers were used on her again and again. The scene backed off, allowing the group to see the face they were looking for.
Rufus ShinRa.
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Sukai cried out as she broke away. She had all but forced them to let her watch, even though the power of the Lifestream could have been harmful to her pregnancy.
Rufus ShinRa had her parents... he was torturing them... they could die, and it would be her fault for asking for their help!
“Oh Gods...” She choked, and then she screamed. Her knees hit the floor as her hands rose to cradle her belly, pain radiating from the Geostigma infested cells there. It ached, it stabbed, it twisted and pulled and writhed and cramped.
“Sukai!” She heard Sephiroth's voice as the door swung open, the frantic General rushing to his lover's side.
“It hurts...” She managed.
“Get her to the med-lab, Sephiroth! I know what's happening, I've felt it!” Cloud's voice carried from the door.
Sukai didn't hear anything after that. The agony gave one last burst of excruciating pressure, and then blessedly, she lost consciousness.
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Tseng stood before his employer, trying desperately to hide the contempt he felt for the blonde man.
“I'm glad to see that your loyalties are still with ShinRa, Tseng.” Rufus said, a cruel smile on his lips. “It would be a shame to lose such a talented asset.”
“Thank you, Sir.” He said. “What is it I can do for you?”
Rufus smirked. Time to employ his true test of loyalty. “Our dark friend captured a couple of rodents poking around in Modeoheim. They're in the interrogation cell, but are refusing to talk. Because they either won't or can't give us information, they're useless to us. Take care of it, will you?” He said, his voice smooth and betraying nothing but boredom.
“Of course, Sir. I'll report back when I'm finished.”
“Yes, do.”
Tseng left the room, closing the door just in time to hide his shudder. He remembered something Harmony said to him, once. It made him grimace, thinking about them, but she had a very good point.
“Let me tell you something, Tseng. True friends are people that you can trust. People that you know would never hurt you just to help themselves. If you think that someone's lying to you... chances are that you're right. Show me the companions you keep and I'll tell you who you are...”
'Show me your companions and I'll tell you who you are.' He thought again. 'Ha! None of the people around here can be trusted! I can't turn my back on any of them without the fear of getting a blade between the shoulders! There are only a few that I can really trust!'
His mind continued torturing him with images of Sukai's face when he told her that he was ordered to capture her. It pained him to have to do it... but the safest way to help them and get the information he needed to give them... was for them to think he was against them. If they knew that he was really on their side, something might slip and then not only his life, but theirs and the children's-wherever they were being kept-would be in danger.
With a sigh he stopped before the doors of the cell that the captives were being kept in. He could smell the blood through the door. Shaking his head at the way Rufus went about things, he typed in his unlock code, the door sliding open with a hiss.
His body froze in shock. Behind that door... were the beaten, broken, and barely alive bodies of Ten Hiroshima and Michael Williams.
He shook himself out of his shock. Shit, what the hell was he supposed to do?
“Tell me who you are...” Harmony's voice echoed again. Tseng made up his mind. Flipping his phone open, he called the one person sneaky enough to help him.
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“Hey, Boss. What's-Oh fuck no!” Reno said as he entered the room. “Ten! Shit, are they dead?” He said, rushing to Tseng's side.
“Just about. Rufus ordered me to kill them.” Tseng answered.
“You're not really-”
“No. No I'm not. I need you to do something for me... but I need you to understand that if you do, you will be considered an enemy of ShinRa, and we'll be hunting you, too.”
“You want me to get them to AVALANCHE.” Reno stated.
“Yes.”
“And the reason you're not doing it yourself is...? Not that I mind doing it.”
Tseng sighed and told Reno of his meeting with Sukai those weeks ago. Reno's reaction didn't disappoint.
Tseng grunted as his back hit the wall, his face pounding and teeth clenched as Reno's hands fisted in the front of his suit.
“Why the fuck would you do that? Why would you say those things to her? After everything that she's been through! And why the hell didn't you tell me she was pregnant? Rufus wants her for experiments, doesn't he? That rat bastard... I'll kill him!”
“Reno, stop!” Tseng said forcefully, ripping the redhead's hands from his jacket. “I need to help them... and the best way is to give them information, but they can't know! They can't know that I'm with them, Reno. Do you understand?”
Reno took a deep breath and growled. “Yeah. I got it. I won't say anything. That is, if they don't kill me the second they see me!” He punched Tseng in the face again, this time smirking at the satisfying crunch as the older man's nose broke. “You're welcome. Tell that fucktard that I attacked you and took them. He'll believe you.”
Tseng nodded. “Wait.”
“What?”
“Knock me out.”
Reno grinned. “Yes sir.” After Reno did as he was asked, delivering a solid blow with his pistol to the back of Tseng's head, he turned to gather Ten and Michael's bodies and make a run for it.
He was met with the double points of a lethal sword, and a two pairs of very angry eyes.
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Kadaj groaned, resigned. “Fine. But the only reason that I'm letting you come with me is because from your memory of the room, you can blink us there.” He said to Harmony.
The witch smirked, glad that he had surrendered to her point. “Do the others even know that we're going to save her parents?”
Kadaj shook his head. “No. And I think its better that way. They'll want to help, and the more people there are, the harder its going to be to actually get them out of there. So lets just go before someone figures it out!”
Harmony nodded and wrapped her arm around Kadaj's. “You know the drill. Clear your mind.”
!@#$%^&*()
“Hari, Kadaj, wait now... I'm on your side!” Reno said nervously. Staring down the blade of the Souba was a place he'd never wanted to be again.
“Oh? Prove it! You're here to finish them off!” Kadaj hissed back.
“No! I'm trying to get them out! I just knocked my boss unconscious, in case you couldn't see!”
Harmony growled, but the sound was interrupted by booted feet coming there way, and soldiers rushing into the room.
“Kadaj! Get them!” Harmony said, drawing her sword and backing up. She stared at the grunt in front of her as she spoke to Reno. “If you are one of us... help us.”
Reno breathed a sigh of relief. At least it was a start.
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Harmony gasped in exhaustion when they finally reappeared in her quarters. She stumbled, catching herself on the bed. Her body shook from the strain of carrying that many passengers with her, and she knew that she'd most likely pass out soon, but first she needed to get Ten and Michael to the med-lab, and help bandage Kadaj's arm. The Remnant had caught his arm across the ragged edge of the table in the cell, and it had torn a nasty gash into his flesh.
“Med-lab, Reno. Get us there.” She gasped out. Thankfully, Reno took her order well, lifting her-and flinching at Kadaj's possessive scowl-and following the man to the lab.
!@#$%^&*()
Rufus let out a roar of frustration when he saw the carnage left behind the intruders. “Get him up and to the medical wing. Damn them!” He gestured to Tseng. “What the hell happened here?”
One of the soldiers stepped forward. “We heard sounds of a struggle, shouting and fighting, so we came to investigate. Reno Montonati had knocked Mr. Kambashii unconscious and was attempting to free the prisoners. There were two others, a man with silver hair and a woman. We fought them, and the man cut his arm on the table, then they grabbed hold of each other and just... vanished!”
Rufus started to scowl, then what the grunt had said registered. One of the Remnants had come, and had cut himself on the table.
“Get me all of the man's blood that you possibly can.”
Oh, he loved it when things worked out his way!

*Arctic Warfare: Accuracy International Arctic Warfare, or AW, a sniper rifle from the bolt-action series of sniper rifles, rather than the gas powered ( M2 carbine), which allows higher fire rate, but because of the high pressure of the gas, can cause malfunction and cause the weapon to explode, Rotating Bolt (M16), Recoil operation (Shotguns, center-fire automatic pistols), semi-automatic rifle (M1941), and others. Anyway, The only downside to a bolt-action is the time it takes for one to manually pull back the bolt to ready the weapon, but the bolt action allows for field stripping, repair, and maintenance under any conditions and it is more reliable than most. Even under poor, or no, sight conditions, one can easily tell when the rifle is loaded.
The AW system is almost unique in being a purpose-designed sniper rifle, rather than an accrued version of an existing, general-purpose rifle.
The modular design of the AW system allows for flexibility, serviceability and repair-ability under field and combat conditions. Major rifle components like the barrel and bolt can be switched between rifles or replaced in the field by their operator with the help of some tools. The chambering can also be switched by the operator as long as the barrels, bolts and feeding mechanism can handle the different cartridges dimension-wise. It is also relatively lightweight, compared to the other rifles and has a sturdier design than some other rifles, making it a good rifle for extreme weather conditions.
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