Rina moved fast. Her instincts screamed at her to summon her sword, but no she wasn't her right now. She was Captain Rina Hunter, and Captain Hunter needed a gun.
She burst into the nearest armory, swiping her ID through the scanner. The vault hissed open. Rows of rifles, pistols, and explosives gleamed under the dim lights.
Her fingers wrapped around a modified X-92 handgun sleek, lightweight, deadly. She checked the magazine, snapped it into place, and grabbed extra rounds.
Her comm buzzed.
"Captain, we got movement near the east sector hostiles armed. Orders?"
Rina loaded the pistol, her expression cold.
"I'm on my way."