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At one of the tables nearest the windows in Ten Forward, at some time in the afternoon, one might notice a Romulan woman carefully disassembling a plasma pistol. The weapon is her own, and — to anyone familiar with such things — obviously technology some decades advanced of what is available in the later 24th century.
She doesn't need to be sitting here calibrating a weapon she's only used once since she's been here, down on Alemar III, but going through the familiar motions is relaxing to her. At the moment, she's sitting back slightly from the table, a tool in one hand and the pistol's power matrix in the other, fussing with a stubborn faulty circuit. The rest of the pistol's parts are on the table in front of her: only a few, for such a little device.
It's been a while, since Irian's really worked with a weapon hands-on — sometimes, the Republic calls her in for a consultation on something new coming out of Fleet R&D, but that's not the same as building it herself. She's a little surprised to find that she's missed it.
She doesn't need to be sitting here calibrating a weapon she's only used once since she's been here, down on Alemar III, but going through the familiar motions is relaxing to her. At the moment, she's sitting back slightly from the table, a tool in one hand and the pistol's power matrix in the other, fussing with a stubborn faulty circuit. The rest of the pistol's parts are on the table in front of her: only a few, for such a little device.
It's been a while, since Irian's really worked with a weapon hands-on — sometimes, the Republic calls her in for a consultation on something new coming out of Fleet R&D, but that's not the same as building it herself. She's a little surprised to find that she's missed it.