"Good. We're not just stuck. We're stuck on a planet full of primitives. There goes any chance of getting parts or real tools. Time to start learning the local customs and settling in. Just one thing. Is asking for just one damn thing to go right too much? Uhg. Whatever. At least the planet is inhabited this time. I guess. By humans. There's no place you people don't get to is there? Breeding like fucking rabbits up in this shit. Not as bad as T'wileks though. I swear to every single fucking ancestor and spirit I have if I find one damned T'wilek on this stupid planet I'm gonna..."

Quin listened to the Togruta's racist ramblings to nobody in particular before rolling her eyes and walking away to make her way through the armory in search of something she could use. She went for the obvious choice first, a sword. However, after removing it from its sheath and taking a few moments to swing it from side to side a bit she found it to be far to heavy and unwieldy in her untrained hands. At least the vibro-dagger Nyrette had given her was still as sharp and lethal as ever. She left the large assortment of blades behind knowing they were more likely to get her killed than defend her.

The armory also contained a large assortment of armored suits, most of them being archaic, clunky and largely immobile. There were shields, some small, some large, some towering beyond ridiculous sizes. Though she played around a bit with a buckler, again she decided that these items just weren't for her. 

She wasn't the only one struggling with the strange selection. Iisska seemed completely disinterested in everything on display. Even the bastard sword Cheshik was trying to talk him into.

"Not that I don't like it or that it's not a real warrior's weapon. I mean it is. It just looks... like a lot. I mean big. Also dangerous. Very, very dangerous. I'm just gonna get my gauntlets and punch things like usual. Good old punching things," he defended himself.

"Agreed," Quin interrupted, "It takes a lot of training and martial skill to use weapons like this. Unfortunately such methods of combat and therefore the corresponding training has fallen out of favor in Republic systems. And with the ship's supply of Kolto dwindling so low I don't want to see any avoidable injuries from bad choices."

Iisska's mouth was slightly open and he gave her a confused look. Cheshik's expression was similar. 

Quin sighed, "Don't try and use any weapon you don't have experience with."

"Oh. Yeah. Exactly," Iisska said.

"You may want a little extra protection though. Maybe a chest plate or something... Unfortunately this situation doesn't leave some of us with a lot of options."

"Heh, is the gunner girl shit outta luck?"

"Mm," Quin was about to leave them again when Cheshik directed her attention to something in the far corner.

All she knew was that from here it looked like a rifle stock. Could it be? Quin bolted over to where it hung along side a small handful of similar weapons. When she got closer it definitely looked more like a bolt-caster, but fundamentally different. After taking it off the wall she recognized that it needed to be manually loaded with some kind of projectile but for the life of her she couldn't figure out how. It was solid, made of pressed wood and framed in metal and bone with all the pieces riveted together and rather intricately decorated through the limbs. She pressed it against her shoulder and looked down the sights. It had sights. Sweet mercy it had sights. Ignoring the other's looks and questions she took long fast strides toward the door of the armory and faced Cynthia.

"What is this, where is the ammunition and how do I use it?" She demanded.