The numerous weapons at Covud’s disposal were all easily checked and cleaned in very little time, the arbitrator knew his weapons far too well fo them to pose a serious challenge. None of them seemed to display any mechanical problems. The state of his munitions also seemed to be satisfactory; 60 revolver rounds (30 of them standard issue, 15 manstoppers, and 15 dum dums), 40 shotgun rounds (with an extra 15 executioner and inferno rounds), lastly he had around 4 fully charged battery cells to be used with either the shield or maul. All in all he would be more than able to put up a fair amount of opposition should a serious fire fight arise, something which Covud was eagerly anticipating...<br/><br/>Combat, unlike so many things in life, was a simple and blunt affair. Pitch your skills against your opponents and see who ends up alive at the end of it. You had complete control over your own destiny and you alone influenced the outcome of it. Politics, religion, or personality were factors which were completely irrelevant to a fight. Emperor almighty Covud’s heart yearned for such simplicity again… To just forget the tatters of his past and focus on one thing, his opponent’s utter destruction.<br/><br/>Covud was roused from his day dreaming by the chatter on the Vox in the desk. Curious as to what was going on, Covud flicked off the music and listened in on the channel. The Arbitrator only caught snippets but managed to get a somewhat clear picture as to what was going on… The Sororitas appeared to be in the Medical bay with supplies of some kind. Covud paused for a moment, momentarily conflicted. If the medical bay had any form of combat drug like Stimm or Slaught he would definitely want to have a few syringefulls, such things could easily tip the balance in combat, even save lives. But the idea of having to get in touch with the sister again was not a pleasant thought, even if she didn’t present an immediate threat he would not be comfortable in her presence. Then again… If he was seen to be interacting with the sister comfortably it could lessen the suspicion that Covud had most certainly created on the bridge.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">”Sister Naser, this is Covud Guilleman,”</span>He voxed on the open channel,<span style="color: red">”Do you or Abida happen to have Stimm or Slaught amongst your medical equipment? If so would it be possible for you to set a few syringes of them aside for me? Over,”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>