As the lights turned on, Neil's jaw dropped as soon as he saw the stacks upon stacks of weapons. This couldn't all be for the museum. But he wasn't about to question it, simply drinking in the different weapon types and calibers and wondering which he'd use for a mission like this. "Now Neil..." he said to himself. "Grab what you need, not what you want." He repeated that to himself as he walked forward, grabbing assault rifles and sniper rifles, along with lasguns and plasma rifles. Some of these he had no idea how to operate, but when in Romeula... 

"You know what we need..." Neil said, holding up a fletchripper, one of the more notorious shotguns on this side of the Galaxy. "Some rope." 

"Why would you need rope?" Taya asked, simply lost in the maze of weaponry and content with sitting down next to the Prince, who'd simply grabbed a handgun and called it a day. 

"Haven't you seen any of the vidcasted movies? You always get rope." 

"Name one thing you'd need a rope for." 

"You never know what you need it for, you just always need it." He said, and grabbed a coiled bundle of 50 feet worth of rope the Prince pointed it. 

"It does have a lot of practical applications." Junebug said, the commando checking the ammo stock. Taya rolled her eyes, defeated. "Fine, get your stupid fucking rope."  

Once Neil's weaponry boner was gone, he grabbed a combat shotgun and a plasma carbine. Luckily they had straps to them so he could carry both with minimal effort. He tossed Junebug her weapon of choice, and he tossed the prince with probably the most valuable item in the room, a personal shield. "You place it on your chest, and you get a small forcefield around your body. Can't handle sustained fire, but it should get you in without getting killed."

"Want anything Taya?" Neil asked her. 

"No, but give me something anyway." 
[@Penny]