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"can i have a cookie?"
*Toshiro says in the most innocent way possible by and you faintly see a small ring flutter above his head for a fraction of a second*

"Can we go ahead and get this done"

wonder if there is anything "special" in those cookies

Picks the rifle and the standard equipments

((you said in the NEAR distance in range of my rifle?))

*not listening to any of this and stuffing his face with cookies. Toshiro grabs a couple more, stuffs them in his pocket, then leaves for the dormitories*

"...Strange, they were still hot. Well, seems they've cooled now, anyway."
"Damn!"
"Or not." And then turns his attention back to Saurn "Just don't miss...or hit any civilians."

"Nice throw. Very...improbable?" That was truly stunning. Maybe something was wrong with the program.
At any rate the Gouf standing guard stilled seemed unaware of Saurn...and then all hell broke loose. It wasn't a single explosion, but it was one grand explosion. Many explosions within a mighty explosion all exploding into more explosions that exploded into still more explosions, all exploding at once, trashing the cruiser with a single glorious blast. Because of the maniac explosive style of the hellzone grenade, shrapnel was sent off in the most wonderful of trajectories. Some tore off into the distance and over the horizon, almost too fast to be seen, while larger junks were bounced around in mid-air and some even tossed up higher than the cruiser had been flying before falling back down to earth. All in all, most of the wreckage was too small to take notice of, but moving at such a great speed that it cut through anything in its path cleanly, and the majority of anything of significant size was either tossed up or blown around so much that its speed wasn't lethal and it eventually fell heavily to the earth. In short, the base was decimated, on some scale, not utterly destroyed, but damaged terribly in some places while other areas were nearly untouched, the damage caused by itty bitty shrapnel unseen. Larger scraps had landed on building roof tops, too slow to crash through or destroy the buildings though they were sure to collapse without maintenance, and still some others lay impotent in small craters on the empty ground. The pilot of the Gouf was not happy. Its whip was drawn and obviously searching for the cause of all the racket, for the racket was the worst disturbance, the damage to the surrounding area hardly worth notice.