Bact-Gun

“There’s also this,” offered the Vanus, passing her a pistol. The weapon was a spindly collection of brass pipes with a crystalline bulb where a normal firearm might have had an ammunition magazine. Soalm took it and peered at the mesh grille where the muzzle should have been.
“A bact-gun,” she said, weighing it in her hand. “This may be useful.”
“The dispersal can be set from a fine mist to a gel-plug round,” noted Tariel.

Chapter Eight