

Vitally's Rifle and Pistol
Conscripts in the 3rd nation rarely get the best equipment. While the situation is not quite so dire as depicted by films such as Enemy At The Gate, access to resources in the communist state is paradoxically highly stratified. More so than lacking equipment, the 3rd nation concerns itself deeply with the ‘correct’ distribution of resources, getting equipment to those who most represent the nations collectivist ideals. This leads to volunteers and career military receiving the best of the best the state has to offer, while those conscripted are left to pick over the dregs. Occasionally, this results in non-sense allocations. Like an avian volunteer receiving a scoped rifle he has no hope of using. In situations like this, while equipment trades are greatly frowned upon, it is not uncommon for volunteers to engage in some long term loans, exchanging equipment they're unable to effectively use with lucky conscripts who have something to offer. For one particular pair of soldiers, this exchange took on a strange twist. Fynyc, a gold medal avian aerialist originally intended to serve as a recon bird, was mis-assigned to a sniper unit. The bird -given a scoped MD-30 and sent to the front found himself in hell, neck deep in a meat grinder he was never capable of serving in.
Vitally, a conscript of the 3rd nation found himself in much the same position, although in his case -a skilled mouser and accomplished small game hunter, found himself deployed with no effective arm. Instead, instructed to push in to the trenches behind a group of well equipped volunteers who would keep Vitally's unit safe until they could reach a forward arming point. The tactic falters, and the young raccoon, terrified and panicking, skittered into a side street and into a series of abandoned apartments overlooking the streets below. The very same building Fynyc was cowering with his rifle in.
The pair meet and after a tense minute of negotiation a deal is struck, Vitally gets the gun, but only so long as he promises to keep Fynyc alive until the bureaucratic fuckup is resolved and Fynyc returns to flying. Vitally agrees, and with his rifle secured it seems likely the young raccoon will survive the next couple of hours.
More than a year later, Vitally and his odd avian spotter have made a name for themselves amongst the 3rd forces and were officially members of the 3rd nation's volunteer sniper corps. “Honorary reindeer.” accepted among the highly species specific corps. Fynyc and Vitally would serve across marksman disciplines for the 3 years of their service in Das-k, operating as snipers, anti tank rifle gunners, and in the waning years of the conflict as forward-of-the-front snipers targeting fascist officers and rear line logistics rather than supporting troops on the front.
Out of Character Thoughts:
One of the greatest challenges I face working on my project is balancing coding and authorial shorthand against maintaining the integrity of the setting. Senvar is not earth, and while convergent design allows a lot of familiarity between the equipment my characters interact with and the equipment we have here on earth, its utterly immersion breaking to have characters directly use an earth weapon. While elements of my world building are clearly inspired by the real world, Das-K being furry Stalingrad for example, there has to be a distinction, both visually and in nomenclature. But if you push the design too far away from an earth equivalent you lose the narrative efficiency of the coding audience members will ascribe to a given design. These firearms are an experiment to try and find the balance between recognizable historic firearms readers will understand intuitively, and entirely unique designs.
I've tried to include unique design language common to my world building, such as a muzzle break on the rifle to make it more accessible to the diminutive species of Varian who make up the majority of the 3rd nation (and senvar's population in general). Or the mixture of ambidextrous controls on the VSD showcasing the 3rds horseshoe slip into pseudo hyper individualism as a corruption of the more pure communist ideology espoused on paper by the nation