Orcini and Bostock's Assassination Bullets

A handful of narrow metallic projectiles, dark and unmarked, spat from Orcini and Bostock’s concealed weapons in the cramped control chamber. The bullets buzz briefly before striking Davros’ travel unit and the chamber walls, their fleeting impacts rigging dust motes and loose wiring to spiral in the sudden chaos. Davros’ mocking laughter freezes as the concentrated fire briefly obscures his skeletal frame, the slugs ricocheting with metallic pings off durasteel in the tight space. The burst does nothing to harm his vital systems, but the attack’s ferocity betrays the two assassins’ desperate gamble.