Name : Teals<br/>Tagging : All<br/>Location : Galley - Armory<br/><br/>Teals nodded in response to the captains explanation. She'd heard of these paid things before, usually set up by some company to give rich people the 'thrill of danger without the danger'. It's like the way they would let them loose to hunt wild animals back home, only real marksmen would be on hand just in case those animals got a little too close. She didn't understand it, but then again she had never been that rich. Getting raided by pirates in the real world wasn't quite so safe and cozy... eventually people will learn that she assumed.<strong>"Understood Ma'am, if you excuse me, I'll go and get prepped."</strong>She resisted the urge to salute, instead waiting for a moment for any response before departing from the Galley.<br/><br/>The woman made her way back down the corridors to the armory, stopping for a moment to glance out one of the viewports to observe the stars, distant planets and that general sense of vast space. It was a cold, hospitable place space, but there was nowhere Teals would rather be than travelling it. She continued on her way to the armory, stepping in and unzipping her duffel bag. First, she pulled out a rather worn but perfectly serviceable military style helmet, slipping it on and leaving the strap dangling off her chin. After this she put on her cloth fingerless gloves (they absorbed sweat nicely) and her armored pants. Finally, the woman put on an old choker around her neck before picking up a pair of vicious, spiked knuckledusters. They would be for show today.<br/><br/>After dressing, the woman picked up her shotgun. Almost sympathetically the demolitions girl, with her love of booms and explosions, discharged it, taking out the magazine and ejecting the preloaded round. Today it was just for show, which was a lot safer than being a firefight she supposed... she had no idea how trained the other crew were, she didn't want to deal with friendly fire. After getting prepped Teals made her way back to the Galley, shotgun slung over one shoulder, waiting for the action to get going.<br/><br/>