Courtyard Strike

After riding the elevator down from our garrison, I marched out into the courtyard garden for outdoor mobility trials. Beside the brick path, a smooth concrete drainage swale formed a ready-made downhill bowling lane. A fallen glossy acorn sat stranded along the edge. Anchoring my blaster barrel against a paving stone for recoil balance, I aligned my drill arm behind the target. With a precise micro-pulse from my fluted prongs, I struck the acorn cleanly. It rocketed down the concrete banking and came to a dead halt squarely over the center drain grate. Tactical bowling score: direct bullseye. Recreational ballistics show immense combat promise.