Aftermath Of The Tialan

Posted on Sat Nov 4th, 2017 @ 2:38pm by Staff Sergeant Nyx'e'Trixe Valentine

Mission: https://wellington.pegasusfleet.site/index.php/sim/missions/id/3
Location: Nyx Valentine's Quaters

"Thank you, Milord." Nyx said to the Ensign as he entered the spartan quarters that housed the warrior priestess, "If you could please, just place them on the table. I shall remain until summoned by Our Lady Commander."

"Yes, ma'am." The Ensign took a glance around the room before doing as requested and placing the swords in the quiver gently on the table before retreating.

As the doors slid closed behind him, Nyx exhaled and looked around the quarters, recognizing the fact that she was now a spectator in all but name to everything else that went on from here on out. With the Major in the Brig that left Sergeant Jeffers in command of the admittedly diminished Marine force. Of course, Nyx had made the order that pulled back her troops, they WERE hers now with the Major under arrest, back to the Marine section and placed them into a reserve force in case of another crisis. Nine of her enlisted and NCOs were locked up because of their loyalty to whoever Lo'Mah had been working for and she didn't know which of the others she could trust.

She went over and withdrew the two swords from their impromptu coverings and she had to consider the circumstances. To say she was annoyed that at the movement she'd seen by J'Loni to throw her swords would have been an understatement. But that would keep for another day in any case. She inspected each minutely, savoring the feel of the grip and metal. The shorter one had only a twenty-inch blade with a five inch grip, the longer one thirty with enough grip for her second hand. The metal was native to Tial, an alloy that made the blade stronger than steel, arguably as strong as starship armor of the best quality. Under her close observation, she'd allowed the Academy lab to perform an analysis that determined that it was something in Tial's atmosphere that strengthened the blades beyond most Terran and other species metals.

She slid a well callaused last finger across each before slipping them into the appropriate sheaths and placing them on the stand on the center table, easy to reach for any purpose. Then went over to the corner and ran a finger down the shoulder pauldron of her armor.

The reinforced leather the color of freshly dried blood was in mild need of polishing with a protective oil, but otherwise was in good shape. It was supple and very flexible, but the creature it had been made of had very interesting qualities: it was resistant to slashing edges, but less so to penetrations, but the underlayer made of a fabric native to Tial wasrather quite kinetic reactive, resisting arrows, sword thrusts and the such. The other feature of the leather was that it was readily dyeable, even able to be re-dyed if the proper cleaning agent were to revert it to the original white of the carnivore it was.

It would fit her form when put on, a pleated set of skirting to help with slashes to her upper thighs. She smiled fondly at it, missing when she wore it nearly day in amd out from the time she had brought the animal's carcass in when she was fifteen and already elevated to the second class of priestess. It had taken a master armorer nearly a month, but she had fortunately been able to allow them to alter the armor as she grew. Scars on it reminded her of harried combats and close calls from her planet's many minor wars that she'd fought in. That one on the shoulder was from her first flight in the piece, an overhead slash that would have taken her arm off, but which had deflected it as she riposted and torn out his side. Thise, along with greaves that protected her shins made her a force to be reckoned with on a battlefield

Fingers trailed off the armor as she stripped off her Starfleet uniform and the external weaponry not attached to her body and then slipped on and tied the red belt around the waist of the red and white robe of a priestess that was 'off-duty', or in other words, not in imminent or even likely danger of combat.

No non-priestess of Bey'a'Dande really understood just how heavily armed they were. Even with nothing but undergarments and a robe on, Nyx still had several hairpins in that had biotoxined, explosive or even just mundane tips to them, as well as a cord and two small blades. For many, those would be a lot of weapons, for her, they were less than afterthoughts. When fully armored, she had a rather powerful collapsible bow witha quintet of arrows, her two swords, hairpins, the cord and two small blades, then an additional eight daggers of various types, two smoke grenades and two explosive grenades, each the size of a golf ball, four throwing knives, four throwing star-shaped blades and an extendable toe blade in each boot. Thirty seven distinct weapons that didn't include native slugthrowers that were used but rarely on Tial because they were unreliable and underpowered.

Those thirty-seven were now supplemented on a constant basis with a pulse phaser pistol and a forty-five caliber automatic pistol, each with three full reloads arranged on her belt and a pulse rifle that made up her standard kit for her Marine status. The sniper rifle, a very expensive weapon built to fire both energy and physical rounds, was her pride and joy of ranged weapons.

In one corner of the room was a shrine to her goddess, statue showing Bey'a'Dande in her full war regalia, sword in one hand on the attack, shield in the other, braced for defense, cheeks and forehead chevroned and chased in gold, defiant look on her face. A book, the Tel'Assi, lay on the pedestal at the statue's feet and was closed, a five pointed star embossed on the face and Nyx went to both her knees and knelt there, back straight and upright, eyes on the statue. "Dread One." She whispered to the statue, then began to pray.

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First Lieutenant Nyx Valentine
Acting Marine CO