by The Kingpin » Fri Feb 01, 2013 11:39 am
It wasn't long until Jacob was back, equipped with supplies and munitions as needed, with extras where he could afford. Heading towards the airlock, he rolled his neck, putting on his shades as he flipped an old, worn looking combat knife in hand, the edge, surprisingly, maintaining a dangerously sharp looking edge, reflecting a rich silver sheen. It was one of three knives he had on his person at all times, in addition to the monoblades. Useful as they were, energy blades couldn't match the utility of the good old fashioned combat knife. This particular blade had been repaired and reforged only once in its long history, and seemed, for all intents and purposes, prepared to keep serving for a long while yet...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG