Weaponry

Posted on Sun Nov 8th, 2009 @ 12:50am by Kyle Bowman & Martok

344 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Interlude - SB 611
Location: Deck 4 - Armoury
Timeline: Current

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Kyle was continuing to explore the ship.

His jacket, with most of his arms, was in his room, leaving him with only his blue shirt and a single boot knife. He was surprised at how cold it was, with most of the crew ashore they had turned life support down to save power and do some essential repairs.

As he walked along deck 4 he started to hear an odd sound from ahead of him, a scraping, like metal on metal. An almost eerie sound. He rounded a corner and found himself in the Armoury, where the scraping noise was loudest. "Anyone there..." he asked.

Martok was in the armory repairing his armor suit from the last battle when he heard someone call out. He drew his mek'leth and dropped into a defensive position. "Who is there?" he called out.

Kyle entered into the center of the room hands up "Just your new pilot, your Martok right?" he said in a cool manner.

Martok relaxed and lowered his mek'leth. "Yes I am Martok, welcome to the Warden."

Kyle lowered his hands "Impressive mek'leth, you know how to use it?"

"Of course I know how to use it. I am a bounty hunter. I can use any weapon." came Martok's retort.

Kyle smiled "Always like to ask. I've seen to many people die because they can't use their weapon properly."

"Ive seen just as many die because they could use it properly, just someone else could use it better." Martok replied.

Kyle smiled; he liked this guy, "True, very true." He looked around, "You got anything to drink, I’m as dry as a dust farm in summer."

"I am sorry but I do not keep drinks in the armory check the galley. " Martok said slightly annoyed.

Kyle held up his hand "Never mind, I'll see you around." He left Martok to his work. As he left his façade of cockiness dropped to one of fear "Oh that guy was big, Bigbigbigbig," he though as he quick stepped away from the working Charl.

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