Snippet #2397180

Arba sat on a small bed. It was comfortable but it was not like the room she had on her own ship.

She opened up a small travel bag she had brought with her. In it was some regular things, clothes, washing supplies and a toothbrush.

However, underneath all of that lay a small knife with a carved wooden handle and a small silver gun. It was a proton phasor gun, it stunned it's target rather than killing it.
This was all she had brought on her assassination mission, she felt it was all she needed. It would have been silly to carry round a heavy armory with her that would rouse suspicion. Instead she decided that if needed she would steak what she could from the Phalanx.

Once she had strapped the gun to her thigh and the blade to her arm Arba left the small room, locking it behind her. It would probably do her well to explore her surroundings and figure out where her targets were accommodated.
She headed down the deck, passing numerous other crew member who acknowledged her as they went. She had been given a map on arrival which she had inspected before she left.
She was heading for the mess hall, best way to get information. Plus she was hungry and could do with some food.