Fine. Gets Tallgeese what he asked for.
You know, my Keutae's been getting kind of dull lately, and a little too flexible. I think I'll send it to Dominus to the Imperial Bladeworks smitheries and have them put it back in tip-top condition. Speaks into comm. Decimator, send over a detachment for a priority-one delivery to Imperial Bladeworks. Within moments, the door opens and five Phylydion navy troopers walk into the room. One opens a metal case lined with smooth material on the inside. Cicion unsheaths his Keutae and places it in the case. The soft material molds around the blade, protecting it, as the case closes. The soldiers leave and are shuttled to a small picket ship which immediately jumps into Omnispace, headed for the Phylydion capitol. My blade should be back within a week or so. In the meantime... Walks behind the bar, approaches a small control panel on the wall, and enters an access code. A one foot by one foot section of the wall slides open, revealing a small cache. Cicion takes a sleek, medium sized pistol from the compartment, closes the compartment, and holsters the pistol. Phylydion Imperial Army standard-issue burst pistol. A pretty nice piece of equipment.
-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"What sort of man is he?"
"Oh, he's just like any other man, only more so."