I'm not the sentimental type, and for the most part, things are simply things. Life however, is nothing without a sense of wonder, or freedom such feelings bring.
"For Once I was Lost, but now I am Found" inspired me to write about Kita, my own lil'lady, and the prime reason for my trust and loyalty to KWA's quality.
Nearly 6-7 years ago, I started playing airsoft at the invitation of a dubious classmate. I've made a lot of amazing friends and received endless support from the airsoft community, but nothing stood by me during those early days quite as much, or enduring as my KWA M26C.
She was my first airsoft gun.
I'd wanted something small to start with, but not shy on aggression. The VA shop staff was bored that day and eager to show off their stock, including a "hand-cannon" with a 9+ inch barrel from Robocop.
Like picking out a dog at a petshop, I went with the small one off to the side, to see if maybe it was hiding something.
The guys behind the counter shook their heads except one who'd tried it, and pulled out a massive 50rd magazine and pointed to the fire selector. The first shot felt like an explosion in my hand sending a shockwave into my chest - the full auto like a fistful of thunder.
When I took her home and tried her out, her slide jammed, and locked. Angry and disappointed, I check with the store, and they suggested I contact KWA.
To my stunned surprise KWA sent the pistol back in record time and kept me appraised. Their service was really good.
I had no idea just what awaited next.
For the next nine months I ran with just a speedloader, a single extended magazine and my new pistol. I couldn't afford anything else - but didn't need to.
The tiny size of that first pistol did nothing to cut down range or firepower, and opened up worlds of possibilities.
To make up for inexperience and skill, I learned to run into the other team, using the oddest cover around - my most memorable being a half-buried 20-inch rock with a sheer side sloping towards our HQ. the other side was rounded and buried so it looked as though the whole thing was round.
I lined up my body with the rock and my pistol's tiny size made for easy firing from behind cover.
I waited till I heard the brush stir, and opened fire.
My friends jumped fifteen feet out of their skins, and the ones I hadn't caught off guard still had a fight on their hands.
KWA's M26C went toe to toe with their AEGs, matching full auto firepower enough to suppress their fire and give me the chance to run.
This became typical play for me and my M26C. I gained the nickname "Savage" very early, along with other ones too immodest to name here.
My pistol was part of the rep that followed me from up at Ft. Drum and down the east coast as far as North Carolina. She pulled a lot of admiration and players gave requests to try her out over their own pistols, and I kept finding myself in the most bizarre situations.
Her greatest moment was my first night game. Different from most, this was fielded with smoke machines and sudden flares which lit up the night, sending rolling clouds of red and fire.
I don't know how, but I'd ended up as the last man of my team left standing in the 2-story castle we were guarding.
I was up in a corner guard post with just one magazine and the gas left in it and a tiny, loose bag of bbs. My speedloader had snapped weeks before.
Suddenly the courtyard wasn't empty anymore - I could see the silhouettes of the other team, losing count after twelve. I had to do something or I might be found.
I waited for everyone to get comfortable - the cover of night made many of them less cautious and stood out.
I checked where everyone was, and fired, emptying the 50 rd magazine, then vanishing back into shadows.
I'd hit everyone. The courtyard emptied, and oddly, no one had known where the fire had come from. It gave me time to check my magazine, and to my surprise, it was still gassed.
I loaded silently in the dark, and waited.
After what must have been half an hour, a lone scout danced into the courtyard - he moved oddly, I knew not to take the bait.
Signalling all clear, the other team came back in, a little more cautious, but still settling in.
I went for a second ambush, and to my surprise, she emptied the mag again with full gusto, and checking, had gas for more.
She'd fired five times that night on full auto on a single gas charge. KWA made a beauty.
That night I named her "Kita" - it sounded biting, playful, and a little small, and when I looked it up, "little dragon" (another way of spelling "Kaida").
For four years she took just about everything either I or the game threw at us and stayed with me for almost every game - even the times she got lost from my holster, she always came back in the hands of an honorable player, a ref, or just my concerned searching.
And more amazingly, in that time, I had no idea that other than wiping down with a soft cloth twice a year, that airsoft guns needed maintenance or cleaning.
I only had to send her to KWA twice - once when I bought her, and once because she was failing.
When production of the M line ceased, any parts I needed to keep her going were also no longer available.
I've never seen any airsoft gun since which lasted so long or so enduringly, or performed so stunningly on so little gas as my lil'lady Kita, my first airsoft gun.
Thank you KWA for creating something I'll never forget, and one of the absolute very few items which convinced me there are some items worth being attached to.
-Jesse "Savage Insight"
p.s. As I write this, I've found a brand new-condition KWA M26C I intend to keep as a museum piece in Kita's honor, so side by side, there'll be a sense of more than just memories.
Edited by SavageInsight, 16 January 2012 - 06:05 PM.