<strong>Name:</strong>21<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Galley<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/><em>"Right, right. Lightshow only, perhaps some blistered paint on their precious cruiser, then a flyby cose enough to the windows of the spectator deck before we dock... gently." </em>21 nodded, almost lost in thought; she holstered her pistol and drew a nightstick from under the table. Nobody could ever find the shape of this black, fat thing suspicious. Sadly it's not the shocking, vibrating model. She completed her boarding weaponry loadout with a few rolls of duct tape and some colorful rubber balls.<br/><br/><em>"Is there time for a sandwich before boarding? I'm in the mood for some ham and honey mustard on sweet buns."</em>