:: USS Discovery| Crew Quarters ::
Kyan was happy. Kyan was... VERY... happy. Today, instead of sitting at the helm, or reading the navigational reports, or one of the other mundane things one usually did on a starship when there was nothing better to do between point A and B, he was actually going on an away mission! An away mission to a spooky old derelict ship. This right here? This is what he signed up for! Whistling as he worked, the little Miran packed his gear for the trip.
"Ahh sure and we'll probably be needin the extra power cells too won't we?" he asked rhetorically as she stuffed them into their proper place in his backpack. "But which blade though? Mek'leth or jejtaj?" Kyan pondered the decision as he considered both weapons sitting before him, sharp and glimmering under the lighting. "Hmm..." he wondered aloud as the doors whisked open and his cabin mate shuffled in.
"Ahh! Allistair.... do you suppose the now I ought to be takin me Mek'leth on the away mission...or the jejtaj?"
Alastair considered the layout before his diminutive cabin mate without so much as a blink. Truth told, he'd seen the array of weaponry that Kyan kept on hand many times. The little Miran pilot was positively obsessed with keeping it all in good working order. He was always sharpening blades or cleaning and checking his various beam weapons. He'd found it a little odd at first, but now it was just the routine. Also, Kyan collected various whiskeys and beverages from around the quadrant, but didn't imbibe much... and shared. So there was that dynamic to consider....and preserve.
"Wellst, why not both of them aye? Ya never know." Alastair offered, tossing his jacket on the desk chair and making for the liquor shelf. "And have we any of the 2033 left?"
Kyan dismissed the last question as he pondered the first, finally deciding. "Yeah, yer probably right. Can never be too prepared, as Lugh teaches us. Very well. Mek'leth AND jejtaj is is then." Kyan sheathed the mek'leth, which was sized for him, on his back and affixed the jejtaj on his pack. He then holstered his two 2275 type two phasers on either side of his shoulder holster and put his jacket back on before finally grabbing his current model type 2 phaser, the standard issue nowadays, and placing it in the holster at his side.
Alastair by this time had found the 2033 and poured himself a snifter of the aromatic Scotch. He took a seat on the couch while Kyan looked around the room to see if there were anything he'd forgotten. Satisfied that he was ready and had everything he needed, he waved at his friend and made for the doors.
"Alright then." he said over his shoulder. "If these grups get me killed off, you can have the lot of it, and please make offerings to Morrigu for me."
"Uh huh...." Alastair mumbled over his glass. "I'll see you when you get back. Have a good time on the derelict."
With that, Kyan exited the cabin and set off toward the transporter room, where the rest of the away team would be drawing weapons and preparing for the mission. Kyan made his way to the transporter room at a brisk clip and was soon walking through the hissing double doors, where he met his fellow crew members getting ready.
"Aye Merry Met all of you he offered cheerfully as the doors closed behind him and he walked over to the pad. It's a fine day for an adventure such as this isn't it!?"
