<hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Ghrreigh.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ghrreigh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Ship, Crew Mess, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br/><strong>Station Time:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Everybodyn<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Ghrreigh nods at the doctor. Sound sense. Centralization makes sense for some things, but in the Vargr's opinion, weaponry isn't one of them. It's too easy to cut a crew off from a central armory, particularly if it's next to an airlock, like this ship's.<br/><br/>She murmurs a few reservations about the AI...And turns up with an automatic grenade launcher (set to single-shot) that looks like it's nearly as big as she is. (It isn't, but it's certainly big enough.) It's got an assault sling set up with quick-change clips for both microgravity and surface use. If anybody even looks at her funny about it, she's simply going to mutter "Flechettes. Lowveloc." She pronounces the clipped phrase with a hard 'k' sound at the end, instead of the 's' one might expect from a curtailing of 'velocity. "No hull pen."<br/><br/>She's doesn't point out what the gauss pistol might do to some componentry that flechettes won't.