CDR Aine Sherlock - Big Hat, Big Sword, Bigger Gun
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Aine Sherlock
Dec 19, 2025, 8:01:23 PM12/19/25
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(( Holodeck, Deck 7, USS Chin'toka ))
She didn't know what it was about that particular island, maybe the column of smoke signaled life. But among all of them, that was the want she wanted to pillage see. Something in her gut just told her that whatever they were going to get out of this little holodeck adventure, it was there.
Sherlock: That's where we find our treasure.
Edrei: There?
Sherlock: I'm sure of it. But...
Edrei: But?
Sherlock: ...I need a cutlass.
A sly grin formed on both their faces. If they were going to be pirates, they needed to be pirates. And that meant swashbuckling. Glittering blades, sparking flintlocks, and roaring cannons...minus the lice and scurvy.
Edrei: If that's all you're asking for...
Leenaya motioned for Aine to follow her, down the beach they went until they reached some rickety looking stairs that lead up to a small shop. A shopkeeper vaguely acknowledged them, continue to slurp up the grog he was drinking. As Aine looked around it was a smorgasbord of just about any weapon you could imagine from the Age of Sail, but still somewhat comical in their looks, exaggerated even.
Edrei: Do any of them suit your taste?
Sherlock: Oh ::beat:: yes.
She reached up to a particular cutlass that was hanging on the wall among the others. The blade and hilt were rather simple if aged. But the guard itself, that's what caught her attention. More than just a piece of sheet metal, this one appeared to be thickly cast bronze with the classic skull and crossbones raised from the outer surface.
Edrei: Oh yeah, that one's really nice. Makes you look badass and everything.
The one Leenaya selected for herself looked a little less flashy, more...sinister, with its red hilt.
Sherlock: Going for something more subtle?
Edrei: Of course. I'm going for the whole mysterious-but-dangerous kind of pirate.
Sherlock: I like it.
They sheathed their swords, but there was still more.
Edrei: Anything else you want? Don't tell me you're gonna leave without a firearm.
Sherlock: Actually, something else did catch my eye.
She turned to a barrel that was filled with pistols. One stood out to her as odd, and she wanted it. A clatter of the others rang out as she pulled it from the pile, a very planely wood stocked and worn iron double barreled flintlock pistol. She held it up, looking it over, grinning widely as she admired the firepower in her hands.
Edrei: response
Sherlock: Not compensating, ::beat:: OVER compensating.
Edrei: response
Sherlock: Ready to set sail?
Edrei: response
She didn't know what it was about that particular island, maybe the column of smoke signaled life. But among all of them, that was the want she wanted to pillage see. Something in her gut just told her that whatever they were going to get out of this little holodeck adventure, it was there.
Sherlock: That's where we find our treasure.
Edrei: There?
Sherlock: I'm sure of it. But...
Edrei: But?
Sherlock: ...I need a cutlass.
A sly grin formed on both their faces. If they were going to be pirates, they needed to be pirates. And that meant swashbuckling. Glittering blades, sparking flintlocks, and roaring cannons...minus the lice and scurvy.
Edrei: If that's all you're asking for...
Leenaya motioned for Aine to follow her, down the beach they went until they reached some rickety looking stairs that lead up to a small shop. A shopkeeper vaguely acknowledged them, continue to slurp up the grog he was drinking. As Aine looked around it was a smorgasbord of just about any weapon you could imagine from the Age of Sail, but still somewhat comical in their looks, exaggerated even.
Edrei: Do any of them suit your taste?
Sherlock: Oh ::beat:: yes.
She reached up to a particular cutlass that was hanging on the wall among the others. The blade and hilt were rather simple if aged. But the guard itself, that's what caught her attention. More than just a piece of sheet metal, this one appeared to be thickly cast bronze with the classic skull and crossbones raised from the outer surface.
Edrei: Oh yeah, that one's really nice. Makes you look badass and everything.
The one Leenaya selected for herself looked a little less flashy, more...sinister, with its red hilt.
Sherlock: Going for something more subtle?
Edrei: Of course. I'm going for the whole mysterious-but-dangerous kind of pirate.
Sherlock: I like it.
They sheathed their swords, but there was still more.
Edrei: Anything else you want? Don't tell me you're gonna leave without a firearm.
Sherlock: Actually, something else did catch my eye.
She turned to a barrel that was filled with pistols. One stood out to her as odd, and she wanted it. A clatter of the others rang out as she pulled it from the pile, a very planely wood stocked and worn iron double barreled flintlock pistol. She held it up, looking it over, grinning widely as she admired the firepower in her hands.
Edrei: response
Sherlock: Not compensating, ::beat:: OVER compensating.
Edrei: response
Sherlock: Ready to set sail?
Edrei: response
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