They Do Not Realize 02

>05 September 20XX
>First day of school began, and it is different than from homeland.
>Other than all of my fellow sisters being same pattern as each other, teachers see us more like humans.
>What stood out most for today was…

**Attention students, there will be a mandatory physical today. Report to the armory immediately for a full evaluation by our armorer.**

* “Kurwa…”

“…”

- “Oh come on, Beryl and Siggy, it’s just an inspection.”

>”Blyat! I just hope the armorer buys this…”
 “I’m just a little shy about these things. Where I come from, we stay with our soldiers, so I am not used to being handled by someone else… Yeah…”

* “Beryl is fine, kurwa!” She huffed

+ “Yes, of course you are, Beryl.” In that moment, G36 popped into view from around the corner, giving a very condescending smile towards the trio.

+ “After all, it’s amazing your even able to do anything with you being a ‘marvel’ of Polack engineering. Think just because you’re chambered in the same ammo as us makes you a part of u- mmph!”

Noticing Beryl started to turn red and her tail at attention, Vepr grabbed and stuck the left over sausage she had brought for a snack in G36’s mouth.
 “By the way, I think I found what you lost the other day.”

- “I knew something was missing on those sausages! Some sour kraut.”

G36 bit hard into the sausage, with her face turning bright red at the shame she was facing.

* “Kurwa, you must have been starving!”

G36 was about to jump on MK18 when Vepr grabbed her from under her arms, lifting her up.

+ “Let me go, you alp ape!”

While all of the commotion was going on, a blond German girl with wavy hair and blue eyes stepped out of the Armory. Her eyes had a piercing look, as she cast a glare to G36, and then the trio.

o “May I inquire what is going on, and why you are lifting G36?” the girl said in a cold but authoritative voice.

“Ah, nothing, we just had a slight misunderstanding. Right, G36?”

+ “Yes, just a large difference in understanding.” G36 said, looking at the blonde German girl and then down.

o “Good to hear. And I hope my fellow gewehr has not soured your time here.”

“Not at all, Fräulein, I’m sure we’ll all be good friends by the end. Right, G36?”

Hearing Vepr, a reflexive twitch on her right eyelid was made, and smiled.

+ “The very best. But first, I believe it is my turn for inspection.” And with that, G36 slipped out, turned her nose up and entered the armory.

One by one, one of the rifles came in and out.
G36 returned looking as indignant as when she first entered, but now more flush around cheeks.
Beryl went in next, looking distraught when she entered, but came out in higher spirits and with a bar of chocolate covered wafer.
MK18 popped in nonchalant and come out the same way, but a tint of redness from her cheeks were showing.
-“Well, your turn, SIG.”

>”Moment of truth.” Vepr opened the door to the armory. Her hand was trembling, despite her face trying to appear neutral.

Inside the armory were examination tables, scales, beds, vices, presses, and other equipment needed for tooling a gun.

The walls around the area were lined with cabinets, no doubt containing replacement parts and ammunition.

# “Get undressed and put your cloths over on the table. I’ll be right over.”
Vepr began to undress, but then stopped and grabbed a piece of paper she had stashed on her.
An elderly man came out from a side door pulling up and zipping his pants. Looking at Vepr, he let out a sigh.
# “No need to be bashful, little lady, just going to be inspecting you to see if you’re mechanically sound and jot your measurements.”

“Hmm, yes, I can clearly see that. An armorer in a building full of cute young guns.”

# “Was just doing some business. Human after all.”

“Oh my, all that sorts of business with that cute little blond American gun, with her tiny little handgard.”

# “What about her? She’s a prude, and wouldn’t stop squirming. And you still need to be inspected.”

“Gasp! And so insistent to see me naked! You must also have something for cute Swiss girls like me with beautiful dark hair, then. Well, I have a certificate here to show that I will not need you to touch me and that I am perfectly sound.”

Taking the paper Vepr produced, the armorer gave a quick look through, looking at Vepr every so often.
# “Well damn, and here I wanted to know what it was like to caress a SIG 550 again. Let’s see, standard 5.56x45mm, so no need to get you anything different or weird, and everything looks fine.”

“Alright, looks like we’re done.” And with that, Vepr began to walk towards the door and out of the armory.

# “Hey, hold up a bit.” The armorer spoke up. Vepr stopped, turning towards him.
# “I’ve worked with SIGs before, and while they out there may not know, I can tell you’re not exactly your standard SIG 550.”

“Well you have my papers and ever-“
# “Yes, yes, but when you’re as old as me, and have seen so many rifles, you can tell when something just isn’t right.”

Vepr stood there, trying to hide she was about to break into a cold sweat.
“Are you actually threaten-“
# “No, I’m not threatening you. I just would hate to see one of you get hurt, or worse, that a repair I made ended up causing harm.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

# “If it makes things easier for you, I am required to keep everyone’s records completely confidential, and I do take this seriously.”

And with that, Vepr left the armory, and rejoined MK18 and Beryl, who were waiting outside.

>”Was a close call, journal. I may have begun to earn the trust of the rifles here, but I will need to work on the staff. But, they still do not realize I am a vepr.”