7. FS in the SF MK.III - ARMOURY

   + Smuggle Armory decorations into Firebase (costs ¤150,000):
In which you bring all sorts of modifications to the Armory so troops are reminded of your FS everytime they come to suit up for deployment

-Repopulation
The Armory has a small and transparent soundproofed chamber off its side where an old soldier nearing retirement teaches basic firearm safety and marksmanship to a groups of very young children born and being raised in the Firebase. Meanwhile, the troopers that come here to retrieve their weapons often name their armament after their own families. Word has it that the current Firebase tradition in effect is to name your service rifle after your firstborn, your sidearm after your second born, and your grenades after your bastards.


-Eugenics
A finely groomed cotorie of Elite armourers descended from higher society has been assigned to the Firebase on a permanent rotation basis. They work dilligently on repainting, retooling, refurbishing, or recalibrating each and every piece of kit, as needed, in between missions while using only the finest of modern instruments and materials. As such, your troops represent your arcology with some of the best kept battlegear in the world.


-Radicalism
Each rack, shelf, and locker in the armory has an obnoxious neon sign above it indicating its purpose and contents. The metallic walls and flooring are covered in frequently updating, advanced motion picture wallpapers depicting animated illustrations of Firebase troops coralling naked civillians and surrendering soldiers at gunpoint. In these animations, the few captives that are not being prodded into transports are being held down and taken anally. The buttstocks of most rifles and machine guns in the armory are hallowed out to make room for a slim vial of lube to be slotted in too. Just in case.


-Fundamentalism
Most stations of the armory are now staffed with a wide variety of topless females, clad only in  boots and pants fatigues. However, these are not slaves, but rather qualified maintainence specialists and quartermasters who have been sufficiently compensated for their now-mandatory lack of dress. Their varied sweated-sheened tits sway and bob freely as they type reports, clean weapon systems, repair armour rigs, restock racks & shelves, and carry ammunition cans to and fro.


-Purism
Tranquil, is this armory. Soothing live music is being played by a professional musician in the background while a platoon files in to get equipped, setting them into a peaceful mindset before they head off to fight their little war. Meanwhile, a set of powerful but pleasant calming incense sticks burn in each corner of the place, slowly but forcefully easing their anxiety. Next to the central quartermaster's booth are a group of large meditation mats for several simaltaneous squad-level group mediation sessions. It all comes together to create an optimal environment, free of all toxicity and fear.


-Transformation
The tables, chairs,  doors, booths, racks, shelves, lockers, and maintainence utensils of the armory are made from the latest in durable lightweight poly-plastic and composite metallic materials, giving the armory a very post-modern and space age feel. Every surface and door features small motion-sensitive adjustable lights too, illuminating every inch of the armory and forcing troops to take note of the small details in their wargear. As a final touch, the female staff members assigned to the armory have been given obvious breast implants. This is an armory of the future.


-Youth
A wide variety of music videos are played from the large wallscreen televisions atop the weapons, ammunitions, and armour racks of the armory. Across from each of them is a weathered but suprisingly comfortable plush sofa, where soldiers sip sodas or beers and smoke light sundries while they finish preparing their weapons and armour. The lockers and walls of the armoury are also painted with some graffitti designs painted onto them by the troops themselves.



-Maturity
The armory has quite a few traditional touches; many of the shelves and closets here are made of hard and thick wood, and the central quartermaster booth has stacks of ordinance papers on file; upon leaving the armoury, each soldier must sign off on every piece of equipment they are leaving with. However, they now do so with simple pen and paper rather than digital inputs. On the walls, there are colorfully illustrated posters displaying public service advisory messages for the benefit of the troops about to take to the field. The weapons and armours themselves have a bit of history behind them; each and every weapon and armour piece has its own unique name, given by its original owner, and the names of both every former user and every battle its ever served in are engraved somewhere upon it, giving each piece an almost legendary stature after enough time has passed.


-Paternalism
On the largest wall in the armory, there is a massive wallscreen. This wallscreen serves as an interactive digital plaque of commemoration. Upon it lie the listed names of every retired and deceased former member of the Firebase, and one only has to touch it to see a listee's profile, search for a specific name, or scroll up or down the immense list. If one were only to touch a name, they will see a profile pop-up containing the full life story of that soldier -- or at least as much of it as they wanted to share -- along with their full service records, with special emphasis placed on any heroic deeds in battle or valorous conduct in general. On tiny wallspeakers, triumphant music gently plays while onlookers scroll. On both flanks of the wallscreen, an honour guard stands vigil.



-Degredationism
On the largest wall in the armoury, there is a massive wallscreen. This wallscreen serves as an interactive digital map of conquest, displaying the entire theatre of operation in tremendous detail. Scattered upon this zoomable mega map lies the many marker dots placed over it, each marking a specific past location that the Firebase's soldiers have fought at or raided. One only has to touch the screen to see a full profile of a prior combat engagement, search for a specific engagement, or zoom in or out of any point on the immense map. If one were only to touch a marker dots, they will see a full battle profile pop-up containing the brutal After Action Report of that battle, along with graphic pictures and video footage of it. Special emphasis is placed on treatment of captured soldiers and/or civillians after each battle, with several uncensored clips availible on many of the profiles depicting beatdowns, mutilations, burnings, or literally anything else your soldiers felt like doing to their captives. The screaming can be heard in high-definition sorround sound thanks to the tiny wallspeakers present. On both flanks of the wallscreen, a tightly bound slave is kneeling, with a ring gag in their mouth, so that onlookers can get a quick blowjob while they browse the records.


-Idealism
The armory looks and smells like a sports team locker room, and even has its own shower room. Next to the central quartermasters booth lies a large wallscreen that shows that week's combat cam 'highight reels', and 'MVP' or 'Most Valuable Platoon' reels, which gives the troopers that come here a strong sense of competitiveness, as it is prestigious to have one's own combat footage or combat unit be represented on such a public platform. Each trooper keeps their favored performance boosters and energy drinks in their personal lockers too, and often sit together on the long polished wooded benches nearby to do final checks on their gear before heading out.


-Decadence
Cushioned couches, lounge chairs, and futons lie all around the armory, and on every last one of them lies a debreifed soldier sleeping off their last deployment with the help of some opium. Most of them haven't even bothered to change out of their fatigues, and many have their weapons and body armour strewn carelessly on the floor beside them.  Further still, a few have their pants pulled down to their ankles, whilst an intoxicated slave-whore lazily rides them. Heavy smoke fills the air, and adjacent to the central quartermaster's booth is a tidy fast food bar where shots of soft drinks, small plates of fried foods, and tiny condiments are always in quick supply for those that the time to spare.


-Religionism
At the entrance of the armory, a pair of priests stand ready to greet every single entrant with an oil annointment and quickly chanted Prayer of Protection. For those that finish their battle preparations quickly and seek additional enchantment, horizontal stone slabs are to be found along a wall near the exit, where one can lie down and recieve a laying of hands upon themselves by chattel habit-clad slavegirls with well oiled hands and a hymn of their lips. In one corner, a few squads of fully-kitted soldiers huddle around a fiery chaplain, as his sermon riles them up for their righteous task ahead!


-Pastoralism
The armory has many aesthetic touches reminiscent of a barn, but in particular, it represents a rancher's tool shed. The ceiling has uneven, almost ramshackle wooden paneling that clevery covers and obscures just a tiny bit of the light fixtures, making the armory look as if the sun is shining down directly into it, thanks to all the cracks and rays of 'sunlight' visible. Complementing the effect are the hidden ventilation machines throughout that give the place an airy, breezy feeling, as if actual wind were blowing through it. But thats not all. It smells like milk, thanks to the milk tap, drain, and metal gallon bucket found near the entrance, where troops are subtly encouraged to fill their water canteens with human milk. Huge piles of hay are stacked in one corner, and off-duty soldiers can be found sleeping or chatting on them on occasion, or even taking 'a roll in the hay' with a personal slave if they feel like it.


-Multiculture
Luxury has taken hold of the armory, since it has been decorated to resemble a high-society gun club of the sort growing in popularity in the increasingly dangerous Old World. Fine redwood chairs and tables lie to the side of the main munitions stores, and squads of veterans sit around each table to talk about their day's assignment as they don their wargear or assemble weaponry. The flags of your arcology and its allies hang proudly overhead from every wall, and upon their fatigues your soldiers proudly wear armpatches sporting the flags of their home country or native arcology, right below the flag of your arcology. In a specially-built side room lies an advanced AI-managed shooting range, where soldiers can try out an exotic range of the newest high-tech munitions from the world's most advanced Old World countries and Free Cities alike.


-Enthusiasm
Every single weapon and armour rig in the armory has been stripped to its bare essentials, and every soldier is incentivized and encouraged to find innovative new ways to make their assigned weapon even ligher while preserving as much as possible of its performance. Many assets and materials are provided freely within the armory for this purpose, with soldiers often coming here on their off hours to make use of the hired gunsmiths, installed workbenches, and 3D printer fabricators on-site to make additional weight reducing tweaks to their hardware.

-Expansionism
The men and women of the Firebase are always encouraged to expand upon their weaponry, and for most, the armory is the place to do exactly that. In the center of the armory lies a massive table that hosts a dizzying and splendid assortment of magnetic pitacanny rails, huge underbarrel shotguns or grenade launchers, tritium iron sights, broad and adjustable laser sights, large zoomable scopes, collapsible tactical bipods and tripods, extended or reinforced gunbarrels, adjustable stocks, extended magazines, massive drum magazines, terrifyingly large bayonets and combat knives, bulky grenades with extra fragmentation effects, and so on, and so forth. Troops are encouraged to pile as many attachments and accessories onto their weapons as practically possible, and by the time they are done, you could swear that their weapons are almost as big as they are.