#Small Arms and Light Weapons Market Size

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Small Arms and Light Weapons Market 2029 is Anticipated to Register Robust Growth

Military modernization initiatives worldwide drive demand for advanced and modular SALW, emphasizing technological innovation are the factors driving market in the forecast period 2025-2029.

According to TechSci Research report, “Small Arms and Light Weapons Market – Global Industry Size, Share, Trends, Competition Forecast & Opportunities, 2029”, The Global Small Arms and Light Weapons Market stood at USD 13.75 Billion in 2023 and is anticipated to grow with a CAGR of 6.59% in the forecast period, 2025-2029. The Global Small Arms and Light Weapons (SALW) market is characterized by its multifaceted nature, catering to the diverse needs of military, law enforcement, and civilian end-users. SALW encompass a wide range of firearms, including handguns, rifles, shotguns, and light machine guns, as well as associated accessories and ammunition. This market is influenced by various factors, including geopolitical tensions, military modernization efforts, and evolving regulations.

Military Modernization and Innovation: One of the primary drivers of the SALW market is the continuous modernization efforts undertaken by armed forces globally. Nations invest in advanced SALW to equip their military with cutting-edge technologies, modular designs, and lightweight materials, enhancing operational capabilities. The emphasis on precision, accuracy, and adaptability in modern warfare propels the development and adoption of state-of-the-art small arms.

Law Enforcement Needs: Law enforcement agencies worldwide contribute significantly to the SALW market, requiring firearms tailored to urban policing, tactical operations, and special units. The market responds with compact, maneuverable firearms equipped with electronic sights, non-lethal options, and advanced ergonomics. The demand for SALW in law enforcement underscores the importance of addressing public safety and maintaining order in dynamic and challenging environments.

Civilian Market Dynamics: The civilian market is a key component of the SALW landscape, with variations in regulations and preferences influencing the market's diversity. In regions where civilian firearm ownership is legal, the market caters to individuals seeking personal defense, sport shooting, and recreational purposes. Handguns, shotguns, and sporting rifles are among the popular choices, and manufacturers often introduce innovations, such as personalized user recognition systems and modular designs, to meet the evolving demands of civilian firearm enthusiasts.

Geopolitical Tensions and Security Concerns: Global geopolitical tensions and security concerns contribute to the sustained demand for SALW. Countries facing security threats and conflicts seek to bolster their defense capabilities, driving procurement of advanced small arms. The market's dynamics are influenced by the changing nature of warfare, counter-terrorism efforts, and the need for reliable and efficient SALW to address evolving security challenges.

The SALW market faces challenges related to the illicit arms trade, posing risks of diversion to non-state actors and contributing to armed violence. Efforts to curb illegal trafficking involve international cooperation, regulatory measures, and initiatives to secure stockpiles. The challenges associated with controlling the flow of SALW in conflict zones and regions experiencing political instability underscore the importance of addressing the humanitarian impact of these weapons.

Technological Advancements: Technological innovations play a pivotal role in shaping the SALW market. The integration of smart technologies, such as electronic optics, biometric locks, and connectivity features, reflects a trend toward enhancing weapon effectiveness, improving safety, and providing users with advanced capabilities. This continual advancement aligns with the broader trajectory of the defense industry toward modernization and efficiency.

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North America, particularly the United States, plays a central role in shaping the global small arms and light weapons (SALW) market. The U.S. exhibits a robust civilian firearms culture, driving substantial demand for handguns, sporting rifles, and shotguns. The country's technologically advanced military and law enforcement sectors contribute significantly to the market's dynamics, with a focus on innovation and modular designs. Stringent regulatory frameworks, including background checks and licensing, influence the market's structure, balancing individual rights with public safety considerations.

Europe is characterized by a diverse SALW market influenced by varying national regulations and the region's history. Countries such as Germany and France have well-established defense industries contributing to military and law enforcement needs. The civilian market is present but often subject to strict regulations, emphasizing safety and preventing misuse. European nations actively participate in international efforts to control the illicit arms trade, and the region's SALW market trends reflect a blend of technological advancements, sustainability initiatives, and adherence to stringent regulatory standards.

The Asia-Pacific region is witnessing dynamic growth in the SALW market, driven by military modernization efforts, geopolitical tensions, and evolving civilian demands. Countries like China, India, and Australia have substantial military and law enforcement sectors, contributing to diverse SALW requirements. The civilian market is expanding in response to a growing interest in sport shooting and personal defense. Geopolitical factors, including territorial disputes and security challenges, influence the market's trajectory, fostering the adoption of advanced SALW technologies.

The Middle East and Africa exhibit unique dynamics in the SALW market, shaped by regional conflicts, security concerns, and diverse regulatory landscapes. Nations in the Middle East, such as Israel and Saudi Arabia, invest significantly in advanced SALW for military and defense purposes. The region experiences a complex geopolitical situation, leading to a substantial demand for SALW with cutting-edge technologies. Africa faces challenges related to illegal arms trade, armed violence, and the need for regulatory frameworks to manage SALW effectively.

Major companies operating in Global Small Arms and Light Weapons Market are:

Smith & Wesson Brands, Inc

Sturm, Ruger & Company, Inc

General Dynamics Corporation

SIG Sauer, Inc

Heckler & Koch GmbH

FN Herstal S.A.

Colt's Manufacturing Company LLC

Raytheon Technologies Corporation

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“In the realm of small arms and light weapons, emphasize the critical need for a balanced approach, considering both individual rights and societal safety. They stress the importance of robust international cooperation to address the challenges posed by the illicit arms trade and the humanitarian impact of armed violence. Furthermore, experts advocate for continuous advancements in smart technologies, emphasizing responsible innovation to enhance the effectiveness and safety of small arms while navigating the evolving landscape of global security,” said Mr. Karan Chechi, Research Director with TechSci Research, a research-based management consulting firm.

“Small Arms and Light Weapons Market – Global Industry Size, Share, Trends Opportunity, and Forecast, Segmented By Type (Small Arms And Light Weapons), By End-User Sector (Law Enforcement, Military & Defense, Civil & Commercial), By Caliber (14.5 Mm, 9 Mm, 12.7 Mm, 5.56 Mm, 14.9 Mm, 7.62 Mm), By Region, Competition, 2019-2029”, has evaluated the future growth potential of Global Small Arms and Light Weapons Market and provides statistics & information on market size, structure, and future market growth. The report intends to provide cutting-edge market intelligence and help decision makers take sound investment decisions. Besides, the report also identifies and analyzes the emerging trends along with essential drivers, challenges, and opportunities in Global Small Arms and Light Weapons Market.

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The small arms and light weapons market report covers current market size and 10 year SALW market forecast It is segmented by region, type and end user

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Familiar & Unfamiliar

din djarin x female!reader

warning: attempted sexual assault (not by our boy mando, and i don’t describe it in depth the furthest it goes is non-consensual kissing), light smut, angst then comfort, then fluff fluff fluff, identity theft, mentions of slave trade, canon violence, dom!din trying hard to be sub!din for you, he doesn’t succeed for long

word count: 4,174

Summary: You travel the galaxy with a Mandalorian who is much softer than his impenetrable beskar would lead others to believe. He leaves you with his son to search for a Quarry, but it’s not the Mando you’ve come to know and love who returns to you.

“It shouldn’t take long.” Mando hummed as he collected his gear from his weapon’s storage. You sat cross legged on the Razor Crest’s floor with the child in your lap. His small green hand played with the small, metal ball he seemed to always find. Your hand stroked his ears only stopping to push the ball away from his mouth when he began to try and chew on it. Mando turned around to stare down at you. “Will you be alright here?”

After traveling with the Mandalorian for the last two months, babysitting and completing repairs on the ship, you had finally grown accustomed to the silver beskar covered man. Initially it had been difficult for you to even look at the man for longer than a second⏤ too intimidated by the black t-shape visor that stared back at you. However, joining him had been your only option at the time, an act of self preservation, so you had to push your fear aside. Luckily, you had quickly learned that though the metal he was covered in was impossible to penetrate, the man underneath was as soft as they come.

You learned that the solemn, silent, and dangerous facade Mando wore was more or less an interpretation of what people saw. Yes, he was dangerous. You had seen him wrestle quarries three time his size and come out unscathed, but you had also seen him humming a song under his breath while giving the child a bath. You had seen Mando go out of his way to purchase you a new pair of boots in the market simply because he noticed your discomfort with your current pair. The brief times you felt his touch, a brush against your arm or a hand on your back, it was soft and comforting. His eyes were impossible to see behind his helmet, but you could feel the care in his gaze. Having Mando’s attention on you felt like safety.

Mando called out your name and you blinked in surprise. “Oh, um, yeah! We’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“I shouldn’t be gone long. Days at most.” He reassured before you could even ask. You stood up and Mando drifted closer⏤ his gloved hand reached out brush the child’s head. Mando chuckled when his son cooed and giggled in response. You heard a long time ago that the best judge of a person’s character was how they treated animals and children. Mando passed that test with flying colors. “You remember the rules?”

“Hmm, no running with scissors?” You joked. Mando tilted his head and you chuckled. “Don’t open the Razor Crest’s ramp for anyone but you, and if I do have to leave for some emergency, get to a crowded spot with plenty of witnesses and talk to no one. Not until you come for us.”

Mando nodded in approval. He gave the child’s head one last pet along the ears and as his hand pulled away you felt his leather covered fingers drag down the length of your bare arm. Heat crept up the back of your neck and you prayed to any deity that was listening that Mando hadn’t heard the hitch in your breath. You were not attracted to your metal armored Mandalorian employer and friend. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself. 

Without another word, Mando made his way to the back of the cargo hold. He opened the ramp before heading down and you called out for him to be careful. Mando glanced over his shoulder, at you and the child, and you waved. You stood at the cargo hold’s edge as Mando pressed a button on his gauntlet and the ramp began to rise. As the metal door rose, you stared at the mandalorian’s back until the ramp cut him off from sight.

Din was more distracted than usual and he told himself it wasn’t because of the newest addition to the Razor Crest. It obviously wasn’t because of you. No, he was just busy with all the bounties he was juggling and the stress of trying to find the child’s people. Then the added dilemma of his current quarry. Already he had been on the flesh trader’s trail for three days. Three full days. That was nothing in comparison to past hunts that would take him weeks on end, but Din found his patience wearing very, very thin.

“Are you ready yet, mate?” A voice asked through the closed door. 

Din had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. His only lead came from a mercenary who was hunting an Inner Rim politician that had come all the way out here to participate in the slave trade. It was the only access Din would have to get into the market to find his quarry and it came at a cost. Din glanced down at the helmet held in his hands. It was an oddly shaped red thing from Kaleesh culture. His new mercenary partner made it very clear that if he walked in as a Mandalorian everything would be lost. On any normal bounty Din would’ve risked it anyways. There was very little in the galaxy that could coax him out of his armor, leave him bare to the world, but a child in danger did it. 

A mother had come to him after he searched for a lead in the local cantina on his first night. She had fallen to her knees in front of him and begged for his help⏤ she offered everything she owned and more in return. Her only child, an eleven year old little girl, had been stolen away from her. Dragged to the flesh market to be sold. Din swore to her that he’d bring her back. On his word as a Mandalorian, she would be reunited with her daughter. He just wasn’t allowed to do it looking like a Mandalorian.

“Seriously, mate, we’re going to be late!” Trigg, the mercenary, barked once more.

Din settled the helmet over his head and shifted uncomfortably. It didn’t fit quite like his real one did, but it was tight enough that he wasn’t worried about it falling off in the heat of battle. For a second, he just stared at himself in the mirror. Red armor of cloth and leather covered every inch of his skin, black gloves pulled on tight, and his oddly shaped helmet covered his face entirely. Din hated it more than anything. But, the sooner he saved the girl and caught his quarry, the sooner he could return to his ship. Return to the child and you.

“I’ll be right out.” Din called back. He settled all his beskar armor pieces into the tarp bag he had borrowed from the child’s mother. It was her home they were using as a base of sorts. Din hid the bag in the closet of the room behind a stack of boxes. It made him anxious to leave his armor behind, but he forced himself to step away and open the door.

Trigg stood in the hall wearing his own personal gear. The blond man had scars from a raking claw on the side of his head leaving those patches with sparse hair. His arms were crossed over his chest and he stared at Din in a mix of annoyance and impatience. “Finally. Did you have to do your hair?”

“It’s you we’re waiting on now.” Din replied dryly as he marched past the man to the door.

The sooner, the better.

Night had fallen for the third night of Mando being gone. It was too soon for you to be worried about him, but a ball of anxiety still sat in your gut. He had been away for longer periods of time before. The longest thus far being three weeks. You were mumbling a soft song under your breath as you rocked the child to sleep. When his eyes drifted close, you carefully set him in the hammock above Mando’s bunk and tucked a blanket around him. 

When you were certain that the kid was settled, you drifted toward the fresher to get ready for bed yourself. You wondered what it would take to convince Mando to pick up a bounty on a planet with an ocean soon. Going from the lava plains of Nevarro to the deserts of Tatooine and now this dusty Outer Rim world was bleak. You missed water. You had grown up near a river on your homeworld and spent a decent amount of time there. It wasn’t until you saw dry planet after dry planet that you truly began to appreciate natural bodies of water.

You shrugged out of your clothes, tossing them aside, and slid into a pair of shorts and one of Mando’s shirts. It had been borrowed early on in your travels and now it belonged more to you than it did him. The dark shirt was large enough to cover most of your shorts. You had been in the middle of washing your face when you heard the tell tale sound of the ramp. Quickly, you grabbed a towel and dried your face while rushing out of the fresher.

Mando was walking up the ramp just as you entered the cargo hold and you shot him a smile, “Hey, Mando.” He came to a sudden stop. You glanced around but saw no evidence of a quarry behind or near him. Had they gotten away? “What happened with the quarry?”

The Mandalorian crossed his arms and a nervous energy settled over your skin. The way he stood just seemed…off. And, the silence that surrounded him wasn’t the usual comfortable quiet you had grown used to. Mando’s helmet tilted some, as if his eyes were raking over your form, and you tugged on the bottom of your shirt anxiously. This was an outfit you wore to sleep every night on the Razor Crest, but right now was the first time you felt uncomfortable having it on around Mando.

“Are you⏤Are you injured?” You asked.

Mando strolled closer to you. Another bit of him that wasn’t right⏤ his gait. As you tried to gather your thoughts, he came to a stop right in front of you. Nearly chest to chest. A lump had formed in your throat, mouth dry, and you tried to swallow it down. Being around Mando always made your stomach feel as if it were filled with butterflies, made your heart race out of your chest, made an addicting warmth pool in your core. 

That was not how you felt right now.

Your hand reached out, as quickly as you could manage it, and slammed against the lock button of Mando’s bunk. The metal door slid down. It clicked into place, and the Mandalorian in front of you grabbed you by the throat and shoved you back until you slammed into the Razor Crest’s wall. You clawed at the familiar, gloved hand tightening around your throat as a low, unfamiliar chuckle rumbled through the modulator.

“What’s wrong, baby?” A voice that did not belong to your Mandalorian asked. “Aren’t you happy to see me? You were a minute ago.”

“Wh⏤Who⏤” You tried to spit out but you could barely breathe let alone form words.

“I’m your Mandalorian, baby.” The cruel laugh coming out from behind the t-shape visor you found comfort in felt so very wrong. He yanked you off the wall and released your throat. You managed to gasp a single breath of air before he backhanded you across the face hard enough to see stars. You fell to your knees and elbows roughly, a cry of pain leaving your lips, but you struggled to find a weapon of any kind. “That’s right. Crawl away, baby. Run. I’m a Mandalorian who likes to hunt, and now you’re my prey. How’s that sound?”

Your hand found a screwdriver, lying off to the side where you had been working on something under the floorboard earlier, just as he kicked you in the side to flip you over. The imposter knelt on the ground over you and you tried to stab him where only the flight suit sat. Unfortunately, he turned fast enough that the screwdriver struck beskar and did absolutely nothing. He laughed once more as you gave up the attack to try and slip away, but he grabbed your hands by the wrist and pinned you to the ground. The imposter sat on top of your thighs, kneeling over you, and you were forced to stare at your reflection in Mando’s armor.

It would be a bold faced lie for you to say you hadn’t daydreamed about having the beskar armor on top of you⏤ the weight of it pressing into you in every delicious way you could think of. But not like this. Not with a stranger inside of it. 

“Who knew the ship came with such a pretty little whore.” The imposter hummed. He shifted your arms so he could pin both your wrists with one hand. With his other, he grasped the bottom of the beskar helmet and pulled it off.  The man’s eyes were a piercing blue. Cold and cruel. Blond hair covered his scalp except on the side of his head where the scars of what looked like claw marks sat. He tossed the helmet aside and gave you a sickening grin. “Is that what you’re here for? You keep the Mandalorian’s bed warm? Let him fuck you when he’s done with a hunt?”

“Get the kriff off of me!” You struggled against his grip, against his touch, but nothing seemed to deter him from using his other hand to run over your body. You screamed until you were hoarse and when you cried out for Mando the man sitting on top of you just laughed. Faintly, you could hear frantic tapping behind Mando’s bunk door and fear struck you. Was the child awake? He wouldn’t be able to unlock the door from inside you didn’t think. 

It seemed the imposter was too immersed in you to hear the sound. 

“How about this,” The man leaned closer into your space, “I get a quick taste of you now, and then, once we’re up and in hyperspace, I’ll fuck you better than your Mando ever could, yeah?”

His lips crashed down on yours roughly. You tried to turn your face away, but the imposter bit down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Between the metallic taste of your blood on your tongue and the smell of his rancid breath you were going to be sick. You gasped in pain and he took advantage by shoving his tongue into your mouth. He pressed his hips down into you, grinding against your stomach now, and the feel of his erection pressing into you made a horrified sob slip form you. It seemed to only spurn him on further. He let go of one of your hands to grasp at the waistband of your pants.

The sound of sprinting footsteps made the imposter sit up and you were barely able to register what was happening when a body dressed in red leather slammed into the beskar covered imposter⏤ both men falling away. Taking advantage of your freedom, you scrambled back as quickly as you could. The stranger dressed in red, wearing an oddly shaped helmet that covered his face, had a hand wrapped around the imposter’s throat while his other fist pounded away at the man’s face. Grunts of anger filled the air with every blow thrown and the imposter fought back only for a moment before his body went slack.

You scrambled away further but your back hit a metal crate sitting in the cargo hold. It shifted slightly and the sound made the stranger sit up and spin around. You gasped⏤panicked. Heart still racing. The imposter laid motionless. His face bruised, broken, and bloody beyond all recognition. You were breathing hard, trying to suck in more air as the air you did get brought no relief. The stranger jumped up, motions smooth and agile, and rushed to you. A cry of fear left you as you tried to pathetically jump up, but his hands wrapped around you. Soft, but firm. A comforting weight.

“It’s me. It’s me. You’re safe, mesh’la.” A familiar voice came out of the unfamiliar mask. The bright red and angry shapes still jarring to look at and you tried to struggle away. He pulled away to rip off his gloves. One hand came to rest on the side of your face, while the other lifted the red helmet just enough to reveal a jaw covered in dark scruff and lips. “Listen to me, mesh’la. You’re safe. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s me. I’m here.”

You were still shaking, your entire body threatening to tremble into pieces, but your breaths were beginning to grow controlled. The warm hand on your face was grounding. It was familiar. You couldn't see the man’s eyes, but you could feel his soft gaze. Safe. You felt safe.

“M⏤Mando?” You gasped.

“Yes.” He nodded. “I’m here, mesh’la. You’re safe now.”

You broke into an uncontrollable sob, unable to bite it back, and Mando didn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms. The coarse, red armor you buried your face into felt unfamiliar, but the strong arms that wrapped around you felt right.

For the first time, Din felt uncomfortable in his helmet. It smelled of the spice that Trigg disgustingly chewed on. He couldn’t even bring himself to pull his armor on. It left him in a pair of plain sweats and shirt. After setting you in his bunk, the child curled into your side, he had stripped the mercenary out of his beskar and thrown the piece of shit into the carbonite freezer.

The job had gone so well then so bad. Din found the young Rodian child and killed his quarry. He’d only get half the bounty with the flesh trader dead, but something was better than nothing. The moment he returned the girl to her mother his heart had stopped when he realized his armor was missing. Din had sprinted to the Razor Crest, faster than he had ever run, and still he hadn’t come soon enough. 

Din stepped out of the fresher. The Razor Crest was in hyperspace and the cargo hold was dark. The only light spilling from the open door behind him. The sound of whimpering filled the otherwise silent space around him. Din hurried to the bunk to see you tossing and turning. He scooped the child up and set him in the hammock before crawling in to try and calm you.

He called out your name, bare hands on your shoulders, and when your eyes snapped open, thanks to his visor, he could see clearly the way panic and fear filled them. You screamed and began to swing at him. His helmet. It was his helmet. Without thinking, Din ripped his helmet off and threw it out of the bunk. Din pulled you into his arms again, pressing your face to his shoulder, and whispered reassurances.

“It’s me, Mesh’la. It’s me. I’m sorry. I was wearing the helmet. You’re safe, I promise.”

“Mando?” You breathed. He buried his hand in your hair and pulled you tighter into his chest. As if the two of you weren’t already tangled together in the small confines of his bunk. “I’m sorry I hit you⏤”

“It didn’t hurt. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left you alone. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” Din didn’t know which emotion waged in him the most⏤ guilt or anger. They were neck and neck. You took in a deep shaky breath and your hot breath on his neck made him sigh in relief. You were safe in his arms. Din rubbed your back and the question fell out before he could hold it back. “Did he… Mesh’la, did⏤”

“No.” You whispered. “You got here just in time.”

Din could feel tears soaking into his shirt. When the tears stopped, Din coaxed you out of the bunk and onto the cargo hold floor. He grabbed a first aid kit and rushed back so you weren’t left alone for too long. The only light still came from the open door of the fresher and he sat so his back was to it. The dim light illuminated your features and it was like a spotlight to the injuries you sported. He had told you that you could open your eyes. With the way you sat, it’d be too dim for you to see his face, but you said you didn’t want to risk it. 

He let his fingers trace the forming bruise surrounding your right eye. It trailed down to brush against the torn skin of your lower lip. Dank farrik. That kriffing fucker had bit you. He could see the outline of teeth. Din’s jaw clenched. He grabbed a bit of bacta and rubbed it gently into the forming bruise. He was going to do the same for your lower lip when you stopped him.

“Did I hurt you?” He blurted.

“No, no. Not that.” You mumbled. “Can I… Can I ask you for a favor?”

“Anything, mesh’la. Anything.”

“Can you kiss me?” You asked. Din was certain he had misheard you. It was why he sat in silence. He was trying to puzzle out what it was you had actually said. You spoke again, nervous, “You don’t have to. I⏤I…”

“You want me to…kiss you?”

You nodded. Eyes still closed lightly. “I know it’s dumb. It⏤ I just don’t want to feel his lips anymore. I don’t want the taste of him on me.”

“That’s not dumb, mesh’la.” 

Din settled one of his hands on the side of your face. His thumb caressed the soft skin of your cheek. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Din began to lean in. He didn’t want to startle you. He wanted to give you every opportunity to pull away if you needed to. Din would be lying to himself, again, if he said he hadn’t imagined the way your lips would feel on him. But not like this. He hated that these were the circumstances, but there wasn’t a single thing Din wouldn’t do for you if you asked.

His nose brushed against yours. Din was close enough that he could feel your lips part. He waited one second more before pressing his lips softly against yours. One of your hands lifted to tangle in his hair and a simple gesture shouldn’t make him feel so hot under his skin. The kiss was slow and tender. Din was terrified to press too hard and bring you pain. The injury to your lower lip still so fresh. And after what you had just suffered through, he wanted you to have all the control. If you needed to use him to rid yourself of that nightmare, to erase the memory that bastard left on your lips, then he would. 

Your tongue brushed against his lower lip, tracing it, and he parted his lips for you giving you room to explore him. Maker, the taste of you was so sweet. It took every single ounce of Din’s self control to not deepen the moment even further. The kiss grew almost frantic. A hand in his hair and another at the back of his neck to pull him into you. You pulled back just enough to suck in a sharp breath before your lips was back on his and Din lost his battle for self control.

He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. Din was caught off guard when you pushed down to press yourself against his already hard cock, but it was a welcome surprise. He grabbed your hips, hands tightening into the soft skin there, and grinded into you. You moaned into his mouth and Din pulled away briefly so he could press open mouth kisses along your jaw then down your neck until he reached your shoulder. Thoughtlessly, he bit down, wanting to leave evidence of himself on you, and you let out a sharp gasp while grinding into him again. Din ran his tongue against the bite soothingly. 

Din’s hands slipped under your shirt and he desperately let his lips find yours once more. His tongue slipped past your lips, but then he tasted it. The sharp, metallic tang of blood. Din pulled back quickly realizing his plan to let you run the show had gone to shit. Both of you were breathless. 

“Are you okay, mesh’la??” He pulled one hand away from your hip to touch your face. His thumb brushed against your lower lip and in the dim light he could see the tint of red. 

“Thank you.” You breathed. You leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss that missed and only landed on the corner of his lips. Then you leaned your head on his shoulder and just took slow breaths. Din let his knuckles drag up and down your spine. He could feel your entire body going limp as you melted into his hold. You mumbled, “Thank you, Mando.”

“Din.” He replied, but he didn’t know if you had already fallen asleep or not. “Call me Din.”

[savagerifts]

Coalition IAR-2 Abolisher Robot

Originally released on p. 35 of Rifts Sourcebook 1

The Abolisher, Infantry Assault Robot (IAR-2), is another giant vehicle that is part of the Coalition States' military forces. Unlike the UAR-1 Enforcer, which is designed specifically to combat ground troops in an urban/city environment, the Abolisher is a frontline infantry unit with long-range capabilities and heavy firepower for obliterating enemy troops. The focus of its armaments is anti-robot and anti-tank, hence the six heavy cannons bristling around what appears to be the head. The rim of cannons has given the 30 foot (9 m) robot the nickname 'Thorn Head."

The heavily armored bot is a massive, humanoid shaped, all terrain assault vehicle designed to withstand heavy bombardment. However, in keeping with the frightening Death's Head motif, the Abolisher is designed to look like a massive skull with arms and legs. The two eyes are infra-red and conventional light searchlights for night assaults. The upper skull body can rotate 360 degrees and is operated by a five-man crew. Two soldiers are gunners operating three cannons each, the pilot and the copilot/communications engineer (either the pilot or copilot can fire the small, forward facing, dual laser turret) and the top hatch gunner, usually a SAMAS.

The big guns are devastating weapons that can blast an enemy from all sides simultaneously. The robot's arms and hands are powerful and lethal in hand to hand confrontations (can rotate 180 degrees at the shoulders). On top of the behemoth is a Gunner's Hatch which allows a SAMAS or soldier to perch himself on the head and fire at the enemy from the top of the robot. An inner hatch locks automatically, preventing the enemy from easy access should the top gunner be killed; the inner hatch can only be opened by one of the pilots.

The only real disadvantage to the 30 foot (9 m) giant is that its incredible weight and large size reduce its speed and maneuvering capabilities. Although great in the field as an outer perimeter defense or as an infantry assault unit (tank with arms and legs), its speed and size make it an easy target (hence the heavy armor). Unless one wishes to destroy a city, the bot is not well suited for city conflicts. Its weapons are too powerful for use in the city, able to demolish an S.D.C. skyscraper in mere moments, and its size and bulk makes maneuvering through narrow streets difficult. Still, it is excellent for city defense, being able to be placed wherever needed, and ideal for infantry combat.

IAR-2 Abolisher: Size 9 (Huge), Crew 5+2, Strength d12+10, Toughness 60 (36), Pace 14+d10 (70 MPH)

Notes: MDC Armor, Shoulder STS-Cluster -4 to hit and 24 Hardness.

Weapons:

6 x C-144 Auto-Cannons (Spaced 360 degrees around the crown of the bot; Range 100/200/400, 5d12+5 Mega Damage, AP 12, RoF 1)

Anti-Personnel Lasers (belly gun)

Black Market Cost: 80 Million credits, Rarity -4

[chyirly]

The Market Within Universes Pt.1

The Market was a place in between universes where turtles, and others, of all kind were able to interact. It was a place of wonder, of the unknown, of change.

That was easily seen as Mikey walked through The Market, buildings of all sizes looming over him as their occupants searched around for anything of interest.

The streets were filled to the brim with a flood of people looking around and mingling with each other. They were crowded together, some even on the shoulders of their much taller brothers and counterparts as they tried to head toward the next thing that caught their eyes.

Mikey could see a few versions of him and his brothers, others from Dimension 12, but none were his actual brothers. They were most likely waiting for him at the opening to their world.

After a bit of struggle, Mikey finally reached the entrance of a dark alleyway. He released a sigh.

As he continued onwards, humming to himself, a faint glow at the end of the alley caught his attention. Beckoning him to find out what lay past the darkness.

In front of Mikey was a small building, the neon sign on top reading ‘Mystic Haves’. Spilling from its windows and onto the grass and gravel road was an orange light. Mikey walked closer.

From the window, he could see an assortment of items, pottery, weapons, and tech. Each with a colorful shine coating them like a second skin.

He was unable to see a single living soul within the shop.

Further back he could see a desk, the source of the strange, orange, glow that had initially brought him here.

Entering the shop, despite its comfy design, felt claustrophobic at best. All available space was covered in items, some were put in display cases and hung on the wall and ceiling, the dolls looked as if their eyes were following his every move.

The turtle in front of him, although Mikey knew that they were a Michelangelo as well, looked like no other turtle he had seen before. With chin-length curly black hair pulled into a half-up ponytail, the rest framing his face. He wore a mute orange cloak held together at the chest by a gray clasp with a combined M and H engraved on it. The only thing visible from beneath the cloak was his arms, wrapped in black bandages, except for the tips of his fingers, revealing only faint cracks. One rested on his cheek. His skin was a dark green sprinkled with orange spots on his face that emitted a faint glow.

The other's eyes glowed orange, hypnotizing Mikey the longer he stared. Promising anything he wanted as long as he asked. Starting into the deepest part of his soul, as if it knew him better than he knew himself.

This would be the first meeting between Dimension 18 and the rest of the Market. But Mikey would be unaware till he once again caught up to his brothers, clutching a comic book titled, ‘Jupiter Jim And His Adventure Between Universes Alongside Captain Ryan’.

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So... new AU anyone? As you can probably tell this post takes place in The Market, whichis located between universes, where those that come can sell and buy items from other universes.

Universes can be described as the different ‘series’ that have come from the franchise, mirage, 87, 03, 07, 12, 14, 18, and others. In these universes are worlds, different versions based on its main universe, which are basically AU’s.

So if any creator wants to insert their own AU’s into The Market, there won't be a problem because literally any character they add will be considered from their own AU. So maybe expect some crossovers.

I might post this on AO3 as well, as a full text, no images, but considering that I chose this half comic half short story format for a reason, that probably won't happen. Future posts however will most likely be a full comic, because why not.

The two characters are both Mikey from Universes 12 and 18, which I might go into more detail on their worlds as I flush out what I have.

The design aren't finalized yet, so expect things to change in the next post.

I probably will continue to work on this along with another idea of mine, although there probably won’t be much content as I do stand-alone fanwork.

In other news, I will soon be posting an idea I have, in text format, for the DC universe, although I probably won't get too into the fanbase for a while.

[brooch-and-tackle]

Brooch and Tackle Ch. 1 Along Came Batsy

Word Count: 3,509

Warnings: Canon/OC, fluff

Summary: After the events of Portal Jacked, the boys and Hueso attempt to make their way back to the surface, but where did Raph go? Who is that yokai he’s with?

AO3

The Pirate Bazaar was bustling; yokai of all kinds were going from booth to booth browsing the many goods on display. Señor Hueso ignored the obnoxious vendors as he led four mutant turtle brothers away from the S.S. Queen Alexis. The brothers were slow to follow the bone man. It wasn’t every day they could walk around during the day and no one scream or run away after laying eyes on them. Hueso gave an irritated sigh. He wanted to get back to his restaurant, not babysit teens! What could possibly be so fascinating about an outdoor market, anyway? He scanned the crowd and found Pepino browsing a stall that sold weapons, his odachi strapped to his back. The small orange one was having an enthusiastic conversation with a rabbit yokai about mystic spices. The purple one was the closest to him. He stood next to Hueso looking at his phone. He seemed to be disinterested in the happenings of the market. Hueso couldn’t blame him. It could be over stimulating with so many vendors yelling and the bright colors. Speaking of bright colors, Hueso couldn’t see the red one. One would think it would be difficult to lose such a mountain of a mutant wearing bright red in a crowd. However, he was not so lucky. The red one was missing. Another sigh escaped from his lips as a headache began to form. He was too old to be wrangling children. 

“Purple one,” Hueso turned to the uninterested teen. “Where is the red one?”

“Hm? Oh, uh, I think he went that way,” Donnie pointed one of his robotic extremities down the road towards the stalls the small group had yet to get to; attention never leaving his phone. 

Hueso followed the mechanical arm’s direction. He had to squint to make out the specs of red and green shrinking into the distance. He groaned and rubbed his temples. 

“Pepino!” Hueso attempted to get the blue clad turtle’s attention. “If we do not hurry, we will not be able to keep up with your brother!”

Leo looked up from the katana he was inspecting, his face turned from confused to concerned in the blink of an eye. Where was Raph? He didn’t see him. Oh no. He fumbled to put down the weapon he had been holding before running to yank Mikey away from his own conversation. Blurs of blue, orange, and purple went weaving in and out of the crowd towards their oldest brother. Hueso shook his head and walked after them. Teenagers.

~~~~

Raph had never seen so many colors and people before in one place! Sure, he and his brothers lived in New York City, but being mutants didn’t give them the chance to be above ground during the day. He couldn’t get enough of the displays of colorful fabrics, the sweet smells of freshly baked goods, or the laughter of yokai children running in and out from between stalls in some kind of game. He went from stall to stall admiring the craftsmanship of handmade items: jewelry, beads, fabric, even furniture! That is to say, until he spotted a stall that stood out even amongst its already colorful neighbors. This stall’s roof was bright pink with matching ribbons wrapped around its supports. The fabric shimmered in the light of the sun. When Raph got closer, he could see that the shimmer was light reflecting against pieces of crystal that had been sewn into the fabric. The skirt of the stall was bright green with similar crystals sewn into its fabric. Off to either side of the stall were plain, unlit paper lanterns dangling from crooked staffs.

He shifted his gaze to what the vendor was selling. All of the items seemed to be some kind of accessory. There were rings organized by intricacy, chains of silver and gold hanging from the roof swayed in the gentle breeze, and brooches of varying shapes, sizes, and colors littered the table in no apparent pattern. He froze. He could recognize the deep red color of one of the oval gems anywhere. It looked identical to the one Big Mama wore. Trying to ignore the unease that welled in the pit of his stomach, Raph did his best to look at the other items for sale. He was so focused on focusing that he almost didn’t notice the movement in front of him.

When he looked up, wide eyes the color of honey stared at him from behind large, round glasses. It was a small bat yokai… smaller than him, in any case. They had dark, curly fur pulled out of their face by a strip of dark green fabric; a pair of black, leathery wings were folded behind their back. A fluffy collar of russet fur around their neck hid the neckline of the yellow sundress they were wearing. All brain function left him as they continued their staring contest.

~~~~

It had been another boring day for Betsy. Yokai wanting to go to the surface came by her stall to purchase cloaking brooches, an elderly googlyschmootz had paid her to repair an old brooch for her granddaughter, custom orders were placed by high profile clients, and now that the rush was over, she was drained. She yawned and reached for her sketchbook. If there were no customers, then she might as well work on the custom orders she still needed to draft. As another yawn escaped, Betsy’s fangs protruded from under her lips. Being awake in the middle of the day was not something she usually did, being a bat yokai. Like most others of her yokai-kind, she would have been up all night; however, today was one of the days her gem shipments came in. Furthermore, she had some old stock she was desperate to get rid of. As she advanced in skill in her craft, her style had changed and she no longer wanted her older pieces around. They were too simple for her taste, and honestly, they didn’t have the razzle dazzle her clients expected of her. 

A tuft of black, curly fur fell in front of her eyes breaking her hyper-focus on the sketch she was working on. Her makeshift headband had come loose. As she fixed it, a hulking figure blocked out the sun, engulfing a vast majority of her stall in shadow. She looked up to see the largest turtle yokai she had ever seen. She didn’t know what this yokai had been eating, but they were huge! They wore a red mask with matching belt and elbow wraps. She thought the red made the green of their scales stand out. They also wore a belt with a strange green T symbol in an oval on it. Their elbows, plastron, and the top of their shell were spiked and she wondered if they were sharp. They looked sharp. She stood up, which caught the turtle’s attention. Her breath caught in her throat when they made eye contact. They had the greenest eyes she had ever seen. They were gorgeous.

“Do you see anything you like?” Her voice was distant and the sound of it surprised her. The turtle raised an eye ridge, and pointed to themselves, confusion and awe written plain as day on their face. Betsy smiled, fangs on full display, and nodded. 

“Well, uh, to be honest, I was just kinda lookin’,” the turtle rubbed the back of their neck and looked down at the table once more, breaking their pseudo staring contest.

“I’ve never seen you around here before,” Betsy hummed as she moved out from behind the stall. “Are you new here, big guy?”

“Somethin’ like that, yeah,” they chuckled picking up one of her brooches. It was the red one. “So, uh, what are these?” 

The question made Betsy stop in her tracks. What did they mean? Wasn’t it obvious? Maybe they didn’t have cloaking brooches where they were from? How would that be possible? They’re an essential part of going topside and keeping a low profile. It was idiotic and dangerous to leave the Hidden City without one!

As she approached the much larger yokai, she realized just how much they towered over her. If she had to guess, she would say that her body, minus her large ears, was the same size of their hulking arm. Their hulking, spiked arm. Betsy wanted nothing more in that moment than to touch the protruding spikes of the turtle’s plastron, arms, and shell, but she refrained… for now. This educational moment was far too important to pass up.

“This-,” she plucked the brooch out of their hand. “- is a cloaking brooch.”

“What does it do?” The turtle tilted their head to the left ever so slightly, eye ridges creating a shallow chasm between their eyes.

“It gives us yokai a human disguise so that we can go topside without having to worry about the humans,” Betsy paused when she saw their eyes widen. “Would you like a demonstration?”

The fervent nodding almost sent Betsy over the edge. This yokai may be four times her size, but their enthusiasm was just too cute! Her wings fluttered in excitement. She attached the red gem to the front of her sundress and tapped on it. She felt the familiar rush of wind in her fur and a yellow, ribbon-like light blinded her for a brief moment. When she gained her sight back, the large terrapin stared at her slack-jawed. Long gone were the large, leathery wings on her back. Her ears were no longer large and at a point on the top of her head and the only fluff she had was now the mop of curly, russet brown hair on her head. Her hands now had five fingers and she was barefoot. The few things that were still the same were the bright yellow dress, her rounded glasses, and the green makeshift headband that held her curly bob in place. She could feel the turtle’s eyes sweep over her in amazement. 

“Neat, right?” She smiled and stepped closer to them, her eyes never leaving their face. “I’m Betsy, by the way.”

While she may have looked human, she was still anything but. It was thanks to this fact that she was able to hear them parrot her name back to her; their voice would’ve been inaudible to any other species of yokai. 

“Raph!? Where are ya, buddy?” She had reached for the brooch to deactivate it when she heard the voice yell above the noise of the busy market.

The large yokai snapped out of their trance at the sound of the frantic voice and turned around in search of the owner. When they did so, Betsy noticed that not only the top of their shell was spiked, but so was the back! She sucked in a breath and, without so much as a thought, grazed one of the spikes on their shell. The sudden touch made the large yokai jump and turn around again. Betsy recoiled, eyes wide, and let out a nervous chuckle.

“I- I’m really sorry,” she looked down and picked at the hem of her dress. “I- I shouldn’t have done that without your permission… the impulse won out…”

“That’s okay,” they gave her a small, reassuring smile; their snaggletooth on full display. It was fitting—  cute, even. 

“Can… can I touch it again…please?” Her attention was firmly planted on a patch of dirt between them. She heard them chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s okay,” they turned their back to her and looked over their shoulder. “Just be careful okay? Don’t wanna hurt ya by accident.” 

Betsy’s head shot up, eyes wide and smile glowing. She couldn’t stop herself from gently poking and rubbing the spikes on the gentle giant’s shell. They were rough and pointed and Betsy couldn’t get enough of the tingling sensation the ridges under her hands made her feel. It seemed the shell’s owner also enjoyed the touch. Her hands were soft. She felt a low vibration radiating off of the shell the higher she got. After what felt like hours, she couldn’t reach any higher without struggle and she had to stop. Curse her short stature! She wanted nothing more than to continue. That gave her an idea. She ran behind her stall and picked up the chair she had been sitting in. She placed it where she had been standing and stood on its seat to continue her onslaught of light touches. They were so lost in the sensations they each were experiencing that neither noticed a distressed blue clad turtle running straight towards them.

~~~~

Leo, Mikey, and Donnie’s top priority was to locate their missing brother. They knew that if he was left alone things were bound to get weird. Super weird. How they managed to lose a six foot mutant turtle who is also a ninja, none of them knew. Every flash of red and/or green was a dead end: a bolt of fabric, a chair, a wanted poster of a criminal who resembled their missing brother. Their only comfort at the moment was the lack of yelling in the third person. Maybe Raph wasn’t alone? But who would he be with? He knew no one at the market aside from his brothers and the bone man.

“Raph!? Where are ya, buddy?” Leo called out in hopes his brother would hear him. Nothing. He turned to Mikey and Donnie. “Okay. New plan. We split up, cover more ground. We gotta find him.”

Leo and Mikey took to the rows upon rows of stalls and Donnie took to the air in his hover shell. Seriously, how big was this market? Unnaturally big. Mystically big. They went from stall to stall asking anyone who would listen if they had seen Raph. Most vendors ignored them, not wanting to be a part of whatever the brothers were doing. There were a few vendors who were willing to point them in a direction, however that ended up with the two going around in circles. Leo was getting impatient, Mikey was tired, and Donnie was too overwhelmed with everything to be of any further help. He did what he could and now he needed time to center himself. Leo knew this was a lot for his twin, so he didn’t push him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. 

“This is hopeless, guys,” Leo panted. “No one has seen enough of Raph to get us anywhere.”

He shouldn’t have lost one of the most important people in his life and he didn’t know if he would be able to find Raph. He wouldn’t be able to show his face to their father after this. Splinter didn’t pay much mind to any of them as it was and this would crush him. Plus how was he supposed to tell him that they lost their brother in a mystic hidden city under New York? That wasn’t an option. He was their self proclaimed champion, damn it! He could do this! There had to be a way to find him! He didn’t want to think it, but maybe he would have to get the help from-

“Leo,” Mikey pulled Leo out of his head. “I see him! He’s over there.”

Leo followed the direction Mikey’s finger was pointing and, sure enough, there was their brother. Leo visibly relaxed at the sight of his brother. He was facing them with his eyes closed and a small, content smile on his face. What was up with him? It didn’t matter. They found their missing brother! 

“Raph! Raph! Raph!” Leo called out as he ran towards him.

The sudden call of his name startled Raph out of his trance and he took a large, Raph-sized step towards the sound. A small squeak from behind him was drowned out by the loud, relieved laughter of his younger brothers. Raph felt a faint tug on the top of his shell and a thud of something hitting the ground behind him. This made Raph pause and turn around. There was a chair but where did his new friend go? He spun around looking for Betsy… or was it Batsy? He couldn’t remember. He felt the light sensation of tapping on the top part of his shell and a firm pressure on the middle section of his shell spikes. He turned around again, but there was no one there. Were they messing with him? 

“There you are!” Leo ran up to his big brother and threw his arms around his neck laughing in relief as he did so. “We were so worried, brother! Don’t do that again!”

“Yeah,” Mikey added. “You know how weird you get when you’re alone!”

“I’m not alone though,” Raph chuckled. “Or at least I wasn’t a second ago… Have you guys seen a small bat yokai anywhere? They were right here!”

Raph felt the pressure on his shell once more and a small grunt fell into his ears. He felt a small hand grab his left shoulder and then a pair of arms drape over it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that it was his new friend! They were a disheveled mess with their glasses askew and their curly hair was now in their eyes. Their headband had come undone again. In a single movement, Raph corrected their glasses and did his best to tuck the fallen strands behind their ear; his gentle touch ghosted across their cheek. They smelled of wild flowers and citrus.

“You moved,” the disguised yokai whispered. Their cheeks reddened as they stuck out their bottom lip in a pout on par with one of Mikey’s. Raph couldn’t tell if the redness was from the workout that was climbing him or if they were blushing.

“Sorry about that,” his voice was as soft as his gaze towards them. 

Leo coughed in such a way that should have registered to his big brother that he was uncomfortable, however Raph wasn’t paying him any mind. He was too busy staring at the human draped over his shoulder. Mikey looked between the person he perceived as a human and his oldest brother. He might be the youngest, but he was the most observant of his siblings. He knew that look in Raph’s eye. A grin appeared on his face. He had a hunch that Dr. Feelings may or may not be making a house call in the near future. Raph was a great guy, but, unlike Mikey, he was pretty oblivious to other people. Speaking of people…

“Hey, Raph,” Mikey piped up. “Why is there a human on your shoulder?”

Raph tore his gaze from his shoulder passenger, furrowing his brow ridge. Human? What human? This was the Hidden City, the only humans (that he knew of) that had been down here were  April (that was weeks ago when she chased after Mayhem) and maybe, maybe Lou Jitsu. The latter was still a little iffy, however. Raph didn’t trust Draxum. 

It was at that moment that Leo had noticed the curly haired being clinging to his brother’s shoulder was, in fact, a human. What was a human doing in a mystic hidden city? Emphasis on “hidden.” Did Baron Draxum kidnap them too? Why weren’t they freaking out by all the yokai? Were they in shock? Maybe suffering from some sort of brain damage? Should he initiate Plan H? Not that Donnie ever shows up for rehearsals. A bell of a laugh rang out not the market from Ralph’s left, distracting both brothers from their confusion.

“I’m not a human,” Raph could see the large grin plastered on his passenger’s face from his periphery. “Big guy can you let me down please? I can’t reach the ground.”

Raph lifted them up and over his shoulder and placed them firmly on the dirt in front of him; they were as light as Mikey. They flattened out the skirt of their dress before turning to face his brothers. The sudden movement caused wild flowers and citrus to fill his nostrils once more. Raph liked that combination. He was so focused on it that he almost missed the blinding yellow light. In place of the “human” was the original form of the vendor he had been talking to. From the back, he noticed just how large their wings were in comparison to their owner’s height. They stopped an inch above their ankles and the tops of the wings began an inch below their temples. 

“I’m a yokai, same as all of you!”

“Actually, we’re mutants, but that’s an understandable assumption to make,” Donnie's voice was even and uninterested. 

“Oh! Well it’s nice to meet you all the same,” she was excited by this revelation; she had never met mutants before. “I’m Betsy!”

“Batsy? What kind of name is that?” Leo hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation. He was too busy staring at the brooch the bat yokai still had pinned to her dress. 

“I don’t know,” Betsy gasped, “but I like it! You can call me Batsy!”

[celinamarniss]

In the original draft of the final story of Things on Tatooine, the shop where Mirax takes Mara shopping for a dress was much fancier.

When I showed the draft to kate-fire, she pointed out that the story takes place on a trash planet, and it didn't make much sense for a trash planet to have a shop so fancy. She was right!

The couture scene was fun! But it didn't work for the story. I quickly redrafted the entire scene right before posting.

Here's the original draft with the couture shop:

After they’d made their purchases and Mo had disappeared into a curry bar, Mirax began to herd them toward the more upscale end of town, where the ramshackle market stalls gave way to neat shops with glass storefronts and clean countertops. Han hadn’t realized that this side of Vis’aqk even existed; he hadn’t left the vicinity of the station once in the handful of times he’d been on-planet. 

Mirax’s destination was small shop fronted with tall, opaque glass panes. Ephemeral holos of women in tailored dresses flitting across the surface of the glass. Between the panels was a door made of imported orowood, and the creamy color of the wood seemed to glow in the afternoon light. 

“This place is a hidden gem,” Mirax said as they crossed the threshold. “I have a line of credit with the owner. It’s my treat.” 

The room inside was light and airy despite the building’s relatively small footprint. Elaborate gowns, robes, and a few suits hovered in small clusters along the walls like a headless cocktail party, the repulorslifts that held them in place concealed from view. Delicate-looking chairs and side tables were dotted between the display dresses. An elderly Togruta woman was settling up accounts with the shop owner. Several assistants moved around the shop like industrious babble birds. 

The shop owner, having concluded business with his previous client, turned and balked at the sight of Chewie hovering in his doorway. 

“Sir? Sir!” he gasped, his eyes widening with growing horror as they crawled up Chewie’s height. “I think you’ve come to the wrong establishment.” 

Han wasn’t sure if it was Chewbacca’s size or indifference to clothing that most offended the proprietor. Or maybe he didn’t like Wookiees. 

“It’s fine, Goro, he’s with us,” Mirax said breezily. “I don’t think he’s looking for anything himself.” 

Chewie looked at Han. “You take over,” he said, this is human stuff and I don’t want to deal with it in his voice. He took the box of newly purchased supplies with him and left. Han watched him go, unsure whether to follow his friend or stay with Mirax and Mara. 

“While we don’t have anything that would fit your….tall acquaintance,” Goro said placatingly, “we have several capes that would look very fine on your gentleman friend.” 

“Uh. Nah, I’m good,” Han said, wishing he’d joined Chewie. Mirax pinned him to the floor with a pointed look when he took a step toward the door. 

She gave him a saccharine smile. “Han can watch the door for us, can’t you, Han? We need someone to keep an eye on our weapons.” 

“Sure,” Han muttered, accepting first Mirax’s holster, and then Mara’s. 

There was a bench near the door, with delicate tea table beside it. The Togruta woman’s wife sat on one end end of the bench, laden with a stack of white boxes. She gave Han a look of sympathetic comraderie before following her wife out of the store. 

“Excellent,” Goro said, clasping his hands. “Now what can I show you today, Madame Terrik?” 

“Something we can dance in,” Mirax said, putting a hand on Mara’s arm to include her in the statement. 

This sent the shop into a flurry of motion. Assistants swarmed around Goro as moved through the shop, pointing to this dress and that one and snapping out orders that were assiduously followed. The assistants hooked the gowns to a floating rack that trailed obediently behind them. 

Han kept an eye on Mara. She seemed more curious than overawed by the shop and its wares, looking around with obvious interest. Han supposed she’d seen even richer finery on display in Cloud City, even if she’d never worn anything as expensive as the gowns on display. 

Mirax acted as though she owned the place. She removed her jacket and handed it off to one of the assistants, exchanging it for long fluted glass filled with pink beverage that bobbled softly. Underneath the jacket she wore a loose gray t-shirt, emblazoned with a bold red logo on the front, over tight pants and well-broken-in boots. If she felt out of place among the silks and lace, it didn’t show. 

“Madames,” Goro addressed the young women. “Would you give me the pleasure of trying on a few of my humble creations?” 

Han barely managed to keep from rolling his eyes—not that anyone was paying the least attention to him—but Mirax beamed. 

“Perfect,” she said, her hand drifting over a cascade of fuscia ruffles. “You’re a gem, Goro.” 

A set of screens descended from the ceiling, boxing in the rack of gowns and creating an enclosed space in the middle of the shop. Mirax caught Mara’s hand and pulled her behind the screen. Their voices drifted from behind the privacy screens in disembodied snippets. 

“Oh, look at this! Have you ever felt anything so soft? What do you think?”

“I don’t like the color.” 

“Hmm, put that one aside, I want to try it on.”

“I think… can I try on this one?” 

“Ooh, yes, try that one on. I want to see the color on you.” 

“I don’t know.” 

“The other one then. And I’ll try the torquoise, though I’m never sure about turquoise.” 

“Help me with the back?” 

“Go on, go out and let Goro check the fit.” 

The screen folded back to reveal the two young women. Mirax wore only a robe, her feet bare, a shimmersilk dress draped over one arm. Mara was dressed a sleeveless black gown made out of some sort of shiny, metallic material that hugged her form and fell nearly to her feet. Goro and his assistants fluttered around her, pinning and adjusting the fall of the fabric. Han saw Goro’s eye fall on the scar that cut across Mara’s forearm. “Hmm. Perhaps something with sleeves, Madame?” 

Mara shifted her shoulders as if she could shrug her way out of the gown, her hand running around her midsection. “Nowhere to fit a knife,” she complained. 

“This isn’t about where to hide your weapons,” Mirax said tartly. “It's about looking your best.” Hands on hips, she raked her eye over the dress again. “Although you do have a point. I think it’s too much. Let’s try the other one.” 

They disappeared behind the screen again. 

One of the dressmaker’s assistants approached the corner where Han sat, giving the tea tray a quick review. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to try on a cape, sir?” 

“Um, no. Capes aren’t really my thing.” 

The assistant eyes his jacket, not quite managing to keep his distaste off his face. “Or perhaps a traveling robe?” 

“Uh, thanks. I’m good.” 

Mirax reappeared in an alarmingly short crimson minidress, conferred with Goro, and then vanished behind the screen again. Mara favored a blood-red suit until Mirax rejected it on some criteria that Han didn’t follow. Matching white gowns were banished, and a frothy yellow dress was the subject of a long debate. There were times the conversation behind the screen dropped to a low murmur that Han couldn’t make out at all. He wished he’d brought a datapad, or—even better—a bottle of whiskey. 

“What do you prefer, the green or the blue?” 

“The blue.” 

“Mmm-hmm. The green would match your eyes, but the blue’s such a lovely color on you. Let’s get it.” 

The blue, it turned out, was made of a shimmering midnight-blue material that draped loosely around Mara and ended mid-thigh. Tights and a pair of short, stylish boots completed the outfit. 

Mirax had chosen a short silver dress that seemed to be made entirely of sequined tassels that swayed and glittered as she moved, paired with matching silver heels. 

Han didn’t know anything about galactic fashions, but she looked good. They both looked good. 

[para-imperium]

Horizon: Rebuilt Ch. 9

Snow was a regular occurrence on Surtr, once a month the frigid moon would slip behind the gas giant Surt and the whole moon would be hidden from the sun for a full day before its orbit would take it back towards the light. When the long night came around, most people spent as little time as possible outdoors, some even slept through the whole rotation, if their jobs allowed. On this particular long night Horizon stalked the streets of Surtr City in her disguise as an arctic fox, wearing a long orange coat over her FedTech jumpsuit. Between the suit and her augmentations the cold was practically meaningless to her, but the coat made her look like any other late-shift worker staggering home through the snow.

As she passed by buildings and alleyways her augmented eyes snapped from side to side, seeing both visible and infrared light and saving images of anything that seemed strange. As she strode on, Sam whispered analyses of the images into her ear. “Oddly shaped trash bag, vagrant in sleeping bag, hopefully hibernating, an after-market heating unit bolted awkwardly to the wall, a garbage fire with two people huddled next to it, another weird garbage bag, wait…” One of the images flashed in Horizon’s vision, a shadowy outline in the rough shape of a parahuman. The view switched to thermal and Horizon paused mid-step, the outline shown as even colder than its surroundings.

Thermal camouflage? she suggested.

“With a faulty regulator,” Sam confirmed. “Most consumer-grade goggles would have missed them.”

Horizon resumed walking as if she had seen nothing. Think they’re with our “friends”?

“If you mean the people trying to kill us, I have my doubts,” Sam answered. “The bug in their camouflage makes me suspect they got it on the ‘secondary market’, so to speak.”

The disguised raccoon came up on the specific alleyway that she’d been looking for and made sure to capture every inch of it and the alley across the street. Like the secondary market quantum core we’re looking to buy?

“Precisely,” Sam replied. After a few moment’s processing she pulled up an image of the alley across the street, highlighting a small shape in the air. “There, look, another one.”

How soon could either one reach the meetup? Horizon inquired.

“The one across the street could arrive in about four seconds,” Sam calculated. “The one with the faulty regulator in twelve.”

Call Jenny, she commanded. There was a few seconds’ delay and then she heard the squirrel’s voice in her head.

Jenny: Hey Horizon! Did you get a chance to look around?

Horizon: Yes. The alley itself looks clean but I spotted a couple tall guys in therm-opto in the nearest alleys.

Jenny: You think the seller brought some covert muscle?

Horizon: Possibly, you want to call it off?

Jenny: Hmm, think you could take them?

Horizon shot a thought in her AI’s direction. Sam responded almost immediately, “assuming no major augmentations or power assistance we could neutralize the both of them within fifteen seconds given our current equipment.”

Non-lethally? Horizon added.

Sam snorted as if the raccoon was trying to spoil her fun. “Twenty-five seconds then.”

Horizon: Sam thinks I could knock them out in half a minute, but I’d rather you stay out of the line of fire.

Jenny: You’ve got therm-opto too, don’t you?

Horizon: Yes.

Jenny: So take up a position between them and us and be ready to hit them if they make a move.

Horizon: If you’re sure about that.

Jenny: You worry too much, now I’ve got five minutes to reach the hand-off area and Shawn is getting antsy.

Horizon: Okay then, hopefully you’ll see me once the deal is complete.

The raccoon rounded a corner three blocks from the last place she’d spotted a hidden tough. Once she was confident she was out of sight she felt under her coat for the weapons she’d had fabricated and made sure they were securely adhered to her jumpsuit’s smart materials. Assured she was properly armed she grabbed a pair of fist-sized discs and tossed them into the air. As the discs started their internal rotors and flew off she tossed the coat aside and put her hologram projectors into camouflage mode. In a matter of seconds she faded into the wall behind her.

Her minidrones flew towards the alleyways where she’d spotted the hidden figures and grabbed onto walls overlooking the entrances to the alleys. Horizon herself shuffled lightly across the snow, pressed up against the wall, trying not to leave footprints. Moving at such a slow pace she was across from the alley where the meet was happening just as Jenny and Shawn arrived.

The two rodents bundled in their heavy clothes dashed through the snow and turned into the alley, Horizon checked the drone feeds before deciding whether to chase after them. In the first drone’s feed she spotted a trail of footprints rising out of the snow, leading out of the alley, the second had enough sense to scrape out their prints as they walked. Horizon considered the information carefully, then sprang into action. She ran across the street fast enough to kick up a cloud of snow and leapt at the wall on the far side, the cloud obscuring her tracks that stopped three meters short of the wall.

Horizon held onto the side of the building, as the trails of footprints came closer she scurried along the wall with her arms and hands, feet never touching ground. But before she could reach the alley a light appeared, a secret door in the side of the building at the back of the alley. As she watched a polar bear in business attire stuck his head out and looked around the alley, then he opened the door the rest of the way and let a short arctic fox tod step out.

“So,” said the fox in a voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the ones looking for a quantum core processor then?”

Jenny looked incredulously at the fox. “You’re rather upfront for someone who claims to have one. Mr. Qali.”

“Coded words and slang are for people who don’t own the street Ms. Ratuta,” the fox retorted with a smirk.

The squirrel froze at that last comment. “I never told you my name,” she replied.

The trails of prints came closer to the entrance of the alley. Horizon scrambled to keep ahead of them from her position on the wall. “Your Friendly Society’s records are not that secure, you should look into upgrading your security.” Mr. Qali held up a finger as if a thought had just come to him, “perhaps that’s why you want the core then?”

“That’s…” Jenny struggled to come up with a retort. “None of your business.”

“We’ve got payment,” Shawn threw in. He started fumbling around in his pockets and pulled out a couple paychips. “I’ve got 5,000 here and she’s carrying the other ten.”

Jenny jabbed an elbow into the vole’s side, almost causing him to drop his chips. The fox nodded to his bodyguard, who opened the door again and picked up a suitcase. “The core’s right here,” Qali stated, drumming his fingers on the case. “So gracious of you to bring the payment in full, especially given how strapped your organization is for resources.”

The squirrel barely held back a glower at the fox. “We’re here as ourselves, not as members of the Friendly Society,” she corrected.

“So that cash is even more important to you,” Qali suggested. “I was wondering if perhaps you might be inclined to offer some sort of… alternative payment?”

Jenny seemed confused for a moment, then her face twisted in slight disgust. “I suppose I could perform a few muscle grafts for your pet meatheads,” she suggested with a nod towards the polar bear.

The arctic fox gave a brief laugh in response. “I was thinking less of your services, more about… information.”

“I thought you already had our information?” Jenny quipped.

“Not everything, no,” Qali conceded. “There is one member of your organization that not even your system has much, if any, credible information about.”

Horizon tensed, preparing to spring into action. She began to calculate optimal strategies for neutralizing all three potential combatants. Jenny’s eyes grew wide in realization. “You mean…”

“That ghul with something that looks like a conscience,” the fox confirmed with a growl. “I don’t know what your people were thinking, letting one of those creatures join.”

The temperature regulator will be on the back, rip it off and the suit will heat up without the heat sinks.

Jenny scowled at the black market dealer, “she’s not a ghul.”

Material is thinnest at the joints, under the chin will have the easiest access to blood vessels without the force that can be exerted by the limbs.

“Touched a nerve, now did I?” Qali grinned, showing his canine teeth with menace.

Leap, swipe down the back with right hand, reach up for neck with autoinjector in left hand.

“I don’t know anything,” Jenny claimed, a quiver of uncertainty in her voice.

Once target one is injected, kick out at target two, aiming for the regulator based on target one data.

“I don’t believe you,” Qali suggested. “You are the Friendlies’ resident anarchist biohacker, you would find out everything there was to know about a ‘posthuman’ like her.”

Sleeper hold on target two, jab with autoinjector and pounce on target three.

“And I don’t believe that’s a quantum core processor!” Everyone in the alleyway turned to stare at Shawn after his unexpected outburst.

Jenny will need to jump to the right to get out of the line of fire. Be sure to warn her.

Qali growled under his breath at the vole. “What did you just say?”

Shawn hesitated, at Jenny’s glance he continued. “That case isn’t big enough to hold a quantum core and its shielding. It might be enough for a naked core but cosmic rays will junk it in five minutes.”

“Well,” the fox improvised. “Then we’d better get this deal done quickly, shouldn’t we?”

“If there’s a core in there it’s already scrap,” Shawn retorted. He turned to Jenny, “we should just go.”

“Wait a second,” Qali squinted at the vole. “Aren’t you the disgruntled employee who blew up that factory?”

Shawn’s mouth fell open in shock at the bizarre accusation. “What?!”

“Yes,” the fox sneered as his bodyguard took several steps towards the vole. “A hypno-junkie who got fired and sabotaged the factory where he’d been working.” The trails of footprints in the snow began to close in on Horizon’s friends. “I think maybe the Company will pay more than 15,000 sacs for you.”

Horizon: Jenny, jump right!

The squirrel tensed, a blur darted from the wall on the side of the alleyway and froze mid-air. There was a cracking sound and the outline of a polar bear crackled and fizzled into existence. A drill whirred as a shadow reached over the bear’s shoulder and jabbed something into his neck. Jenny leapt for the wall to her right and clumsily pulled a dart pistol out of her pocket. Another blurred figure turned to face the materializing bear as his mimetic suit became fully visible, too slowly to evade the shadow striking him in the back and choking him with two blurry arms. Horizon adjusted her hologram again, abandoning stealth for intimidation, she presented as a figure wreathed in black flames, with a pair of glowing red eyes.

The third polar bear, the one who hadn’t bothered with camouflage, leapt for Shawn, pinning the vole against the alley wall with one arm and holding up a set of wicked-looking claws with the other. “Stop or he’s dead!” the bear shouted.

Horizon leapt to the ground in front of the third bear, standing up straight as the second bear collapsed. Jenny nervously aimed her dart gun at the last of the bears. Qali surreptitiously backed towards the door and smiled again. “Well,” the fox said. “It looks like the ghul decided to tag along.”

“You’ll wish I was just one of those mindless cannibals!” Horizon shouted.

Qali shrugged, “well, whatever you are, it seems we’re at an impasse.” He gestured towards his last bear, holding his claws centimeters from Shawn’s throat. “If, by whatever inhuman values you hold, that vole is valuable to you…”

“Do not claim to understand my motives!” Horizon raised a shadow-wreathed arm to point at the fox.

“It doesn’t matter,” Qali shrugged. “If you want him alive, then I suppose you’ll have to give me something that I want.”

Horizon glanced at the vole, frozen wide-eyed against the wall. She turned back to the fox, “what do you want in exchange?”

“Like I said before, information.” Qali waved idly, “who you are, where you got your augmentations, maybe even a blood sample?”

Sam appeared in front of the arctic fox, “you can’t give him that!”

Horizon considered the situation, Sam was right, it would be disastrous if organized crime got hold of her microbots, especially if they sold it to the people trying to kill her. But she couldn’t just let Shawn die. “I’ll need to think about it,” she said out loud.

“I’ll give you ten seconds,” Qali nodded to the bear, who began to pull his arm back for a swing. “Nine…” Shawn’s eyes grew even wider, “eight…” his fingers slowly began to curl into a fist, “seven…”

Before Horizon could say anything the bear’s snout exploded in a spray of blood and he reeled back, letting the vole drop to the ground. With a series of popping noises three darts sprouted from the bear’s back and he staggered to the ground. Shawn rolled in the snow just in time to avoid the bear landing on top of him.

In a flash Horizon’s hand was clamped around Qali’s throat, she lifted the gasping fox over her head and glared with her glowing holographic eyes at him. “You know, I’ve never tasted fox before,” she suggested with a clear air of menace.

Qali’s mask was completely gone at this point, an acrid odor emanated from the base of his tail as he struggled to find words. “I… I have a quantum core.”

“Where?” Horizon demanded.

“Inside,” he gasped out. “I’ll let you have it, if you let me live.”

Horizon thought about it for five long seconds. “Agreed,” she finally said, and dropped the fox on his ass. As he gathered himself she turned and strode towards the third bear and the vole. The bear’s muzzle was bent at a thirty-degree angle and bled profusely, staining the snow around him. Shawn cowered on the ground, scooching on his butt away from Horizon.

She dismissed the hologram, showing her white-suited and red-furred raccoon self. “It’s okay,” she tried to reassure him. “The danger’s been dealt with.”

Shawn held up his fist, knuckles covered in blood. As Horizon watched, a shallow cut on one finger scabbed over with inhuman speed. “Is it really?” he asked.

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Weight

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Unlocking the Horizon: Exploring the World of Telescopic Cameras

Innovations in the rapidly changing field of technology frequently find unexpected uses. A recent innovation that has garnered attention is the telescopic camera. Although its origins are in astronomical observation and stargazing, this clever piece of gear has made its way into tactical applications, revolutionizing how we view and engage with far-off places.

The Lens of Precision -

The optical precision of the telescopic camera is the key to its magic. These cameras, which feature cutting-edge lenses and sophisticated image sensors, can capture amazing details at amazing distances. Telescopic cameras have revolutionized the way we view the world by providing a clear and detailed view, so gone are the days of squinting to see far-off objects.

Surveillance beyond boundaries -

The optical precision of the telescopic camera is the key to its magic. These cameras, which feature cutting-edge lenses and sophisticated image sensors, can capture amazing details at amazing distances. Telescopic cameras have revolutionized the way we view the world by providing a clear and detailed view, so gone are the days of squinting to see far-off objects.

Eyes in the Dark -

The ability of telescopic cameras for tactical use to see through the shadows is one of their most fascinating features. These cameras can operate in low light by using thermal imaging and night vision technologies, which allow them to see clearly even in completely dark environments. For nocturnal operations, where detecting heat signatures or possible threats is crucial, this capability is revolutionary.

Portability Redefined:

Gone are the days when powerful optics meant bulky equipment. Telescopic cameras are now designed with portability in mind. Lightweight and compact, these devices can be seamlessly integrated into the standard equipment of tactical teams. The ability to deploy rapidly in the field ensures that these cameras are not just tools but essential companions for those navigating dynamic and challenging environments.

Closing the thoughts on Telescopic Camera :

The ability of telescopic cameras for tactical use to see through the shadows is one of their most fascinating features. These cameras can operate in low light by using thermal imaging and night vision technologies, which allow them to see clearly even in completely dark environments. For nocturnal operations, where detecting heat signatures or possible threats is crucial, this capability is revolutionary.

Conclusion:

From its astronomical beginnings, the telescopic camera has developed into an essential weapon in the toolboxes of law enforcement and the armed forces. It is a priceless tool for tactical operations because of its high optical precision, improved surveillance capabilities, small size, and integration with cutting-edge technologies. The telescopic camera is expected to experience additional improvements as technology develops, expanding the limits of tactical observation and reconnaissance.

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The small arms and light weapons market report covers current market size and 10 year SALW market forecast. It is segmented by region, type and end user

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Global Small Arms and Light Weapons Market

Handguns, pistols, rifles, submachine guns, mortars, grenades, and light missiles are examples of small armaments. Light weapons include things like heavy machine guns, mounted grenade launchers, and portable anti-aircraft, anti-tank, and anti-tank missile launchers. It’s critical to keep in mind the interdependence of ammunition and small arms and light weapons (SALW); without the latter, the former is useless. SALW ammunition is available in a variety of formats, but it mostly employs cartridges. Small arms are typically kinetic projectile weapons that are intended for use by lone infantrymen.

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Global Military Robots Market Insights

Military Robots Market size was valued at USD 19.08 billion in 2021 and is

poised to grow from USD 20.63 billion in 2022 to USD 38.79 billion by 2030,

growing at a CAGR of 8.2% in the forecast period (2023-2030).

Military robots are self-driving or remotely controlled robots that are used for

military purposes ranging from transportation to search and rescue to attack.

Some of these systems are already in use, and many more are being

developed. The evolving nature of combat, as well as the monetary value

placed on war losses, have bolstered the use of robots in recent wars. Because

of the high number of casualties in previous wars, most governments have

invested in new unmanned systems to keep a fleet of UAVs, UUVs, and UGVs on

hand for critical missions. Countries are collaborating to develop new vehicles

capable of overcoming obstacles and assisting ground troops in future

warfare using advanced robotics technology.

Furthermore, the industry's major players are supported by government

agencies that make significant investments, allowing them to spend more on

R&D, allowing corporations to consistently develop and create more efficient

and advanced technology. The growing trend of combining humans and

robots on the battlefield is expected to hasten the development of unmanned

military weapons. Robots can perform tasks more quickly and precisely,

reducing the number of casualties during combat. The incorporation of

technology in military robots such as artificial intelligence, real-time data

monitoring, and the Internet of Things (IoT) has significantly changed the

dynamics of modern combat. Soldiers' unpredictable threat can be easily

identified and tracked by AI-integrated robots on air, ground, and sea

platforms.

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Analysis:

Global Military Robots Market Segmental

Analysis

Military Robots Market is segmented based on type, platform, system,

deployment method, range, end user, mode of operations, propulsion. Based

on type, Military Robots Market is segmented as Land, Marine, and Airborne.

Based on platform market is segmented as Land Robots (Wheeled, Tracked,

Legged, Wearable), Marine Robots (Unmanned Surface Vehicles (USV),

Autonomous Underwater Vehicles (AUV), Remotely Operated Vehicles (ROV)),

Airborne Robots (Small UAV, Tactical UAV, Strategic UAV, Unmanned Combat

Aerial Vehicle (UCAV)), Land (Intelligence, Surveillance, and Reconnaissance

(ISR), Search and rescue, Combat support, Transportation, Explosive ordnance

disposal (EOD), Mine clearance, Firefighting, Others), Marine (Intelligence,

Surveillance, and Reconnaissance (ISR), Search and Rescue, Combat Support,

Mine Clearance, Firefighting, Others), Airborne (Intelligence, Surveillance and

Reconnaissance (ISR), Search and Rescue, Combat Support). Based on system

market is segmented as Land (Payloads (Sensors, Radars, Lasers, Cameras,

Manipulator Arms, Land Combat systems), Controller Systems, Navigation

Systems, Power Systems, Others) Marine (Cameras, Sensors and Radars,

Lighting Systems, Navigation Systems, Power Systems, Naval Combat Systems,

Others), Airborne (Payloads (UAV Cameras, UAV CBRN Sensors, UAV Electronics

Intelligence Payloads, UAV Radar, UAV Combat Systems), Sensors, Navigation

Systems, Communication Systems, Propulsion Systems, Power Systems,

Others). Based on deployment method Military Robots Market is segmented as

Land (Hand-Tossed, Ground Launched, Air dropped), Marine (Tube Launched,

Surface Deployed, Air Dropped), Airborne (Catapult Launched, Hand Launched,

Air Launched, Runway Launched). Based on range Military Robots Market is

segmented as Land (< 1 KM, 1–5 KM, > 5 KM), Airborne (Visual Line of Sight (VLOS),

Extended Visual Line of Sight (EVLOS), Beyond Line of Sight (BLOS)), Marine (< 5

KM, 5–10 KM, > 10 KM). based on end use Military Robots Market is segmented

as Intelligence, Surveillance, reconnaissance (ISR), Search and rescue, Combat

support, Transportation, Explosive ordinance disposal (EOD), Mine clearance,

Firefighting. Based on mode of operations market is segmented as Human

Operated (Tethered, Untethered), Autonomous (Fully Autonomous, Semi-

Autonomous). Based on propulsion Military Robots Market is segmented as

electric, mechanical, hybrid. Based on region Military Robots Market is

segmented into North America, Asia Pacific, Europe, Latin America and Middle

East Africa.

Military Robots Market Analysis by End Use:

ISR activities to dominate the global market. Based on end use, the market is

divided into intelligence, surveillance and reconnaissance, search and rescue,

combat support, transportation, and others.

The intelligence, surveillance, and reconnaissance market segment is

expected to be the largest in 2019. During the forecast period, the segment is

also expected to be the fastest-growing. The increase is attributed to an

increase in ISR activities in North America and Asia. For aerial and ground

operations, the major countries' defence forces in these regions rely heavily on

unmanned aerial vehicles (UAVs) and unmanned ground vehicles (UGVS).

Similarly, for naval operations, unmanned surface vehicles (USVS),

autonomous underwater vehicles (AUVs), and remotely operated vehicles

(ROVS) are used.

Top Players in the Global Military Robots Market

• Lockheed Martin Corporation

• General Dynamics Corporation

• BAE Systems plc

• Northrop Grumman Corporation

• Boeing Company

• iRobot Corporation

• QinetiQ Group plc

• AeroVironment, Inc.

• SAAB AB

• Elbit Systems Ltd.

• Boston Dynamics, Inc.

• FLIR Systems, Inc.

• Raytheon Company

• Turkish Aerospace Industries Inc.

• Leonardo S.p.A.

• Rheinmetall AG

• Thales Group

• Textron Inc.

• Kongsberg Gruppen ASA

• Roboteam Ltd

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Automatic Weapons Market Global Beverage Packaging Industry Analysis, Outlook and Forecast Report by 2028

The automatic weapons, also known as fully automatic firearms, are firearms that are designed to continue firing as long as the trigger is held down and ammunition is available. They are capable of firing multiple rounds in rapid succession, which makes them an effective tool for military and law enforcement purposes. The most common types of automatic weapons include machine guns, submachine guns, and assault rifles.

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Automatic weapons work by using the energy from the firing of a round to automatically cycle the gun's action and load a new round into the chamber. This allows the weapon to fire a continuous stream of bullets as long as the trigger is held down. However, automatic weapons are heavily regulated in many countries due to the potential for misuse and the danger they pose to public safety.

The global automatic weapons market size was USD 8.44 billion in 2019 and is projected to reach USD 15.04 billion by 2027, exhibiting a CAGR of 7.85% during the forecast period.This information is provided by Fortune Business Insights, in its report titled, “Automatic Weapons Market, 2023-2027.”

Report Coverage:

The report offers valuable insights obtained by thorough study done by our researchers. An extensive research was conducted to provide the estimated size of the automatic weapons market. The data used to project the shares for multiple segments at the country, regional, and global levels is obtained from in-depth interviews with numerous stakeholders. Furthermore, we have gained access to several global and regional paid databases to deliver precise information to make business investment decisions easy for you.

List of Key Players Mentioned in the Report:

BAE Systems (U.K.)

Denel Land Systems (South Africa)

FN Herstal (U.K.)

General Dynamics Corporation (U.S.)

Kalashnikov Concern (Russia)

KBP Instrument Design Bureau (Russia)

Northrop Grumman Corporation. (U.S.)

Rheinmetall AG (Germany)

ST Engineering (Singapore)

Segmentation:

Great Demand for Automatic Rifles from Numerous Armed Forces to Spur Market Growth

On the basis of product, the market includes automatic rifles, machine guns, automatic launchers, automatic cannons, and gatling guns.

The automatic rifles segment held a leading share of the market in 2019. 

Growing Demand of Semi-Automatic Weapons from India, Ukraine, Pakistan, and Syria to Thrive Market Growth

On the basis of type, the market is classified as fully automatic and semi-automatic.

The fully automatic segment is estimated to record a higher CAGR during the forecast period. 

Rising Use of Medium Caliber in Assaults Rifles to Drive Market Growth

Based on caliber, the market is segmented into small caliber, medium caliber, and large caliber.

The small caliber segment is anticipated to have a leading automatic weapons market share during the forecast period. 

Substitute of Conventional Systems with Progressive Combat Systems in Fighter Aircraft to Stimulate Growth of Airborne Segment

In terms of end use, the market is classified into land, naval, airborne, and handheld & stationary.

The land segment is classified as battle tanks, armored fighting vehicles (AFVs), and light protected vehicles (LPVs).

Geographically, the market is segregated into North America, Europe, Asia Pacific, the Middle East, and the Rest of the World.

Drivers and Restraints:

Increasing Occasions of Cross-Border Conflicts to Impel Automatic Weapons Market Growth

The nations across the world have observed a severe upsurge in border conflicts for the last few years. The struggles between China and India border disagreement, India and Pakistan border differences, Venezuela and Colombia border dispute, North Korea and South Korea border crisis, as well as Iraq and Syria border disagreements are the prime cross-border battles in the last sixty years.

The surging occurrences of cross-border conflicts across the world are thrusting the demand for these weapons to enhance the battlefield capacity of the army. 

Regional Insights:

North America to Lead Backed by Presence of Major Players

The market size in North America stood at USD 3.06 billion in 2019. The market in North America is predicted to be the largest market during the forecast period owing to the existence of important players in the U.S.

The market in Europe is predicted to display substantial growth during the forecast period owing to the occurrence of vital players.

Asia Pacific is expected to demonstrate healthy growth owing to the extending arms and ammunition industry in countries such as China and India.  

Competitive Landscape:

Important Players Sign Vital Contracts to Make Notable Changes in Market

The players operating in the market often employ numerous tactics that will aid the market growth and product demand. Among the pool of strategies, one such notable strategy to expand the business prospect is signing multimillion contracts with government bodies and securing a profitable revenue for their own company.

Key Industry Developments:

March 2020: Rheinmetall and Switzerland’s Federal Office for Defense engaged in an agreement to supply rifle-mounted laser targeting components to Swiss army. In this agreement, Rheinmetall is further predicted to supply accessories, spare fragments, and training support for the Swiss Army.

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Firearms and Ammunition Market Look a Witness of Excellent Long-Term Growth – Worldwide Survey by 2028

The Latest Released market study on Global Firearms And Ammunition market provides information and useful stats on market structure, size and trends. The report is intended to provide cutting-edge market intelligence and strategic insights to help decision makers take sound investment decisions and identify potential gaps and growth opportunities. Besides, the report also identifies and analyses changing dynamics, emerging trends along with essential drivers, challenges, opportunities and restraints in Firearms And Ammunition market. What’s keeping Smith & Wesson,Remington Outdoor Company,Beretta,Winchester Repeating Arms,Northrop Grumman Corporation,FN Herstal,General Dynamics Corporation,Sturm, Ruger & Co,Glock Ges.m.b.H.,Taurus,Kontsern Kalashnikov,SIG Sauer,Colt Defense,Heckler and Koch,Springfield Armory, Inc.,Barret Firearms,Browning Arms Company,MossbergSturm, Ruger & Co.,Savage Arms,Weatherby,Walther Arms,Cadex Defence Keep Growing in the Market? Benchmark yourself with the strategic moves and latest Market Share and Sizing of Global Firearms And Ammunition market recently published by AMA Firearms is a gun that is designed to be used by an individual. Whereas ammunition is the material fired from firearms. It is expandable and a part of another weapon. Both of them are dependent on each other. Over the 5 years, the manufacturing of guns and ammunition has increased. Due to the increasing asymmetric warfare, the demand for arms and ammunition is growing. According to American gun facts, the gun ownership rate per 100 residents is 88.8 in the USA, 54.8 in Yemen, and 45.7 in Switzerland. The global firearms and ammunition market was estimated to be around USD 31,078 million in 2019, according to the AMA study.

The Firearms And Ammunition Market segments and Market Data Break Down by Type (Firearms {Rifles, Machine Guns, Pistols, Shotguns, Others}, Ammunition), Application (Civil & Commercial, Defense, Others), Raw material (Polymer cased bullet, Brass bullet), Caliber (Small Caliber, Medium Caliber, Large Caliber)

On the geographical front, the market has been segregated into North America (the United States and Canada), Europe (Germany, France, the United Kingdom, Italy, Spain, Russia and others), Asia Pacific (China, Japan, India, South Korea, Australia, Indonesia and others), Latin America (Brazil, Mexico and others), and Middle East and Africa.

What’s Trending in Market: Development of Lead Free Bullets by Key Players

Technological Developments are Being Done for Light Weight and High Range Bullets

Market Challenges: Defense Budget of Various Developed And Developing Countries Negatively Affects the Market

Market Opportunities: Increase in Defense Expenditure by Various Countries

Rising Terrorist Activities around the Globe Is Creating an Opportunities for Arms and Ammunition

Highlights of Influencing Drivers: Development of Interests in Hunting and Shooting

Rising Concern for Personal Defense

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AMA Research & Media LLP

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Insights Into The Global Small Arms and Light Weapons Market 2022-2031 Forecast Period

Insights Into The Global Small Arms and Light Weapons Market 2022-2031 Forecast Period

Small Arms And Light Weapons Global Market Report 2022 – Market Size, Trends, And Global Forecast 2022-2026 Small Arms And Light Weapons Global Market Report 2022 : Market Size, Trends, And Forecast To 2026 LONDON, GREATER LONDON, UK, October 13, 2022 /EINPresswire.com/ — As per The Business Research Company’s “Small Arms and Light Weapons Global Market Report 2022”, the small arms and light��