Ensign T’Fearne - A Cold Splash of Tricobalt
Teayl Thorn
((Photon Torpedo And Launch Magazine Bay 3 - Mission Pod Level C - USS Ronin))
T’Fearne::: Nodding thoughtfully:: If you don’t mind my asking, what’s the story behind your blades? Are they ceremonial or practical?
Solana: Practical. Though, if I’m being fair a bit of the former as well at this point? These aren’t my original pair, but I’ve been wearing them since I was a teenager back home. Living on the streets of the Orion homeworld is dangerous if you’re not one of the women who is blessed with power. You end up in a slave market, or worse. ::She maintained an even tone:: I refused to be someone’s plaything. A dear friend gave her life to protect me and these were the blades she’d used to do so.
Clipping her tricorder to her belt, and maintaining eye contact with the woman to confirm she was permitting her touch, she carefully accepted the weapons for closer inspection, flipping one with precision and holding the other up to the light to examine the unusual design.
T’Fearne: I can see how these are very important. It’s remarkable how our personal histories shape who we are and influence our choices. These blades have clearly been a vital part of your journey. :: Examining them closely:: This section looks like it was custom-designed?
Solana: Good eye. The originals were just normal, if tempered, curved blades. I’ve made modifications and variants over the years to incorporate a power cell. The blades can heat up to two thousand kelvin. Makes for dealing with armored opponents or the occasional locking mechanism. They weren’t as effective on the Briktanium reinforced RoLFs, in so much that it took far too many extra seconds to bypass the metal.
T’Fearne::: Slanted brows soaring:: These modifications are impressive. I can see why you’d prefer to carry them with you. They seem like they’d be highly effective in close-quarters combat or situations requiring precision.
Solana: I stopped using them for a couple of years, in favor of blunted versions modified to stun rather than harm. I may get back to using them again, but our recent run-ins with the Consortium have me falling on old habits.
She realised she had been listening keenly to the emerald-skinned woman and holding her weapons. Tossing the blades over in more of a baton flip, being more familiar with the blunt weapons, she returned them to their current owner, handles first.
T’Fearne: That makes sense. In high-stress situations, it's often our most familiar tools and skills that we rely on. I can understand why you'd go back to what you know best. :: Musing:: I have my old 1Akai sticks. Hearing more about the Alpha Isles makes me think I might need to pull them out of storage and polish them up a bit.
Following as the Senior Chief approached the next rack with four slightly different-looking torpedoes.
Solana: Let’s hope these are pristine. Last thing either of us need is for one of these to go off prematurely. If they do, it’ll take half the ship and part of the station with us.
T’Fearne::: feeling a cold prickle down her nerve endings:: What exactly are these?
Solana: Tricobalt torpedoes. Pure chance that the station quartermaster had enough on hand to make this many. If we run into an Alliance Dreadnought we’ll need these.
The enormity of the situation in the Alpha Isles clicked in a little more firmly, creating a steady rhythm in her pulse—both thrilling and daunting, like the distant beat of a drum as she raced towards the danger. oO This will be different from last time. I can make a difference here. Oo
T’Fearne::: Taking a calming breath:: This is the last rack. We’ve nearly wrapped this up and got everything sorted. Senior Chief, if you need any help with anything else, just let me know.
[End of Scene]
((OOC: 1Akai sticks - Betazoid collapsible fighting baton.))
((OOC: Hey Raga, Thanks so much for this sim. I love Jenta, she a fun PNPC.))
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Ensign T'Fearne
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
R240107T14