Nick cursed as a plasma turret started to shoot at him, and he dove behind cover. He waited for just a moment after the fire stopped to pop his head up, his HUD automatically marking the position of the turret and multiple enemies. I won't have time to take it out with a normal shot before it starts to melt my shields. Plasma shot would be good. He thought, reaching behind his back, and opening a container attached to his armor, pulling out a single cartridge. It was shaped like a sniper bullet, but looked like it was made of glass, and inside it was a blue glowing liquid. Liquid Nitrogen surrounding the bullet caused frost to start to form on the bullet, and Nick's gauntlet, as he quickly closed the pouch. He smiled and flipped a switch near the butt of his gun, and watched as the barrel of the gun started to shift, revealing itself to be made of multiple metal plates, that now separated and extended outwards, increasing the length of the barrel by a good foot and a half, and widening diameter by about an inch. He waited for a second, then flt relieved as electricity start to arch between the opening of the plates, indicating the gun was ready to be loaded and fired. Nick pushed a button near the same switch and a panel on the top of the gun opened. Nick slid the bullet in and push the button again, hearing the mechanical click of the process inside warming up the plasma. He smiled as the green light on top lit up, giving him the all ready. He checked his HUD for the position of the turret and nodded, waiting once more for the plasma fire to stop. Once it had, he counted to 3 and stood up, sweeping his gun toward the turret, and fired.
The bullet traveled about 100 feet from his gun, and then there ware a brief blue flash, and a small burst, like a weak plasma grenade had exploded in the air. Then, a line of plasma about the size of the barrel of Nick's gun shot through the air, originating from the point of the small burst of energy. It shot right through the turret, melting the parts as it passed through them, and then did the same to the elite that was operating hit, a sizable hole now adorning it's chest. No blood came from the wound, the plasma sealing the wound even as it made it. Nick smirked under his visor, noting each detail as well as recording the shot with his on-helmet camera, as instructed by the Techs. The elite fell down, no longer having any lungs with which to scream. His tail wagged again before his gun gave a shrill hiss and slots on the side opened, releasing a large amount of steam, causing the temp in Nick's suit to rise, and his shields to flicked as he ducked behind cover, setting the rifle down. "Damn... That's hot. Techs need to work on a better cooling system." He muttered. "If that was a normal shot, whats the overcharge gunna need to cool down?"