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The door slid open and instead of an empty corridor to the station proper there were three people standing there. The two in the back were hulking brutes in black unmarked uniforms and helmets with reflective visors and they carried rifles pointed at me and Jace. The third was the slight form of Cryst herself, standing calmly in front of them with their barrels aimed at us on either side of her head. She ware the uniform of a Captain in the INT division of the State Navy and in her hand was a navy standard issue SUVEE-45 hybrid pistol. She took us both in, pointed the gun at Jace's chest, and pulled the trigger.
The power of a hybrid pistol depends a lot on the charge used. Standard iron or lead will punch through most body armour with ease, while plutonium or uranium charges can punch through bulkhead doors in some cases. No one uses antimatter charges outside of a starship weapon because its just overkill for almost any application outside of trying to vent atmosphere of a station from the inside. Nevertheless, the shot Cryst fired was definitely antimatter as far as I can tell; it had a small entry wound in the middle of his chest and blew out the entire back half of his torso in a small explosion. I was standing in front of Jace and still got some blood splatter on my jacket.
Jace, of what was left of him, crumpled to the floor like a marionette whose strings were suddenly cut. I stumbled backwards until I hit the wall, unable to take my eyes off the sudden carnage and Cryst took a step forward while changing the ammo selector on her pistol and then fired two conventional iron shots into Jace's skull in what can only be described as overkill. The two attending guards entered as well, the one closest to me keeping his weapon trained on me while the other entered on Cryst's other side and swept the room for other dangers.
Having finished surveying her handiwork, Cryst turned back to me and with a little smirk on her face said, "Hello Kirith."