[@Crossfire] It appeared that Grayson was the one in charge of the armory. In that case…

[indent]‘If I may ask.’[/indent]She went and talked to him at some point before the next thing that happened.

[indent]‘My weaponry is all quite deadly, but may struggle against shields. Do we have any striking-weapons that can destroy such defensive measures? No kind of projectile will do, unless it is thrown.’[/indent]Lataniva inquired.

It was honestly completely fine if she couldn’t, she had survived this long without anything, but now that it appeared that they had an armory, it would be… nice.

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Afterwards, Lataniva had mostly drifted about on the ship, perhaps taken a moment here and there to exercise her muscles and meditate on her psionic prowess, not really engaging in conversation with anyone unless she she was contacted herself. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to solitude, so she sought it out for now, and she considered different things. For now, however, she settled for being at peace with herself. So, then, when the call to arms came, she stood up swiftly and ran with precision towards the shuttles.

As commanded, she picked up one of the comm devices and… stared at it. She stared at it, trying to figure out which direction was what and how one would possibly put it on. The tall armored alien woman with bladed weapons and known psionic talents holding a comm upside-down stood trying to convince herself how one would use it.

[indent]‘… Assist me with this device.’[/indent]She turned and commanded with an annoyed glare at the next and closest person to get themselves a comm device.