"Seriously Nezekiri, are you well! Do you need a priest? I can get the chaplain, right now!" She continues to shake me ineffectually. It is amusing.

  "I repeat, but I assure you, Honored Lady, I am well. I request knowledge on how to serve." I say.

  "Oh, we are not doing this..." She mutters. "Fine. FINE! Do you have weapons or do you require them?" She asked. I can tell she is building up steam for something, but that is irrelevant for now.

  "I have my sword, Honored lady. While I have other weapons, I believe it I'll advised to use them." I say, lowering my head.

  "Fine. This ship is equipped with a substantial armory, due to it's nature. Head there with... you lot, lead her to the ship's armory. Whatever she wants, get it. Make sure she knows how to use it." She points to the squad of people guarding her. They nod, and wave for me to follow.

  "Nezekiri, when your done, head to the bridge of the ship, I need to have a discussion with you." She says. Her tone says it all, and I flinch internally. Not even 2 minutes and my new Lady is already displeased with me... oh how joyous...

  "Of course, Honored Lady. Your will be done." I say, and head off to follow the guards. We slowly get to talking as we arived at the closest armory after a while of walking. They explained things about the ship and it's layout, and how things worked.

  The most pertinent being how to navigate the ship by the signs on the walls and floor, and the specific location of some things, like the armory's. There were 2 main ones, with some weapons caches here and there in case of a need to rapidly arm to repel boarders.

  I was led to the fore most main armory, and met the tech priest armorer. She took one look at me, and spoke. "What by the omnisiah is that thing?" She hissed.

  "I am Nezekiri, armorer. By order of Our Lady, the shipmistriss, I am in need of weaponry." I state, tone friendly.

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  "What are you, abomination? No, I will have nothing to do with this. You will have nothing. Be gone, and die in agony while you are at it." She sneers audibly.

  I look at her, and lean forward. She was 5ft 6 and much, much smaller then me. I loomed over her, and spoke flatly. "Your will is irrelevant. I care nothing for it. My lady ordered me to be armed for battle. Her will WILL be done." I state.

  To the priests credit, she didn't flinch. "You know nothing of anything. You are an incompetent, an abomination in the eyes of the omnisiah. You... you-!" She sputtered. She then screeched in... something. Interesting.

  I straightened, and just stared at the... tech priest, I think their called. Slowly, I formulated a response.

  "I request elaboration." I say.

  This began a, for lack of a better term, saga of cursing, theological debate, and gesticulation. It lasted hours, and finally the priest buckled slightly.

  "FINE! If you speak falsely I will destroy you, heretic." She hissed, and sent a call to the bridge for the shipmistriss.

  "Not a heretic. You are simply overreacting in an illogical manner." I state flatly. She threw something at me, which I dodged, and a conversation ensued between her and the bridge.

  She turned to me after a hissing final retort, and turned to me. "You will choose. Now." She turned and walked away. I followed, and she led to the armory proper.

  There were multitudes of different weapons, from the laser rifles I had seen, to larger weapons I couldn't immediately identify.

  What I did see, though was a large, minigun time weapon. It was large, with multiple barrels. It was your stereotypical handheld mini gun, exept larger in every way.

  I gesture to it. "No smaller man might lift that beast." I say.

  "Obviously. It fires a 2.8cm shell, larger then contemporaries. This Rotor cannon model was designed for abhuman auxiliary units. We have standard rotor cannons equipped in 1.4cm, the generalized standard for its type in the imperial navy." She says with disdain towards me, slowly rubbing the oversized gun.

  "I have yet to find a unit to use it. It weighs too much. Why-"

  "It is a beautiful, of crude thing. I will use it." I interrupted her monolog.

  She glared at me, but replied. "Admittedly, such designs are ancient, but they are not crude. Respect its machine spirit, heathen. But, you will use it?" She asks.

  "Yes. While I am boarding, my usual preference with long ranged weapons is counterproductive. Something like that would be superior." I say, picking the thing up. It weighed a ton, and messed with my balance, but I nodded. It would do.

  "I request a laser pistol, armorer." I say. I liked this cannon. It was an antithesis to my Synaptic Disintigrator, but I would be boarding ships. So this thing, while crude, would be superior in that regard. with a backup pistol, it would do.

  "A note on preference. For ammunition, I wish this cannon to be fed AP ammunition. Can it be done?" I ask.

  "Of course. Who do you take me for? Now, put that back down, and here." She handed me a pistol. "I will get you a holster."

  "No need. That will be all. Your assistance was appreciated, armorer." I say, politely.

  "Leave my armory heathen, and return when I call. Do not do so before hand."

  I snorted internally. What a lovely person.