"Why do you have THAT many weapons on your walls?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Isn't it a bit .... overkill?"
"Nah, I just really like all these pretty sharp things."
"Are they actually useful?"
"When have you ever seen me without a blade during an emergency?"
"Fair point." -- Anon Guest
Human Reg had one of the more interesting mottos: "It's better to be prepared than be embarrassed." To that end, she always had a knife, a multitool, or both somewhere on her person. There was also, in one of her pockets, a roll of gaff and a ball of string.
It was amazing what an inventive soul could do with those.
It was also why Reg's habitat had something sharp and shiny on every wall. Several sharp and shiny things, in fact. It was practically wallpaper. A three-dimensional exploration of every bladed weapon that Humanity had invented in their long and convoluted war with their eternal enemy - Humans.
No matter how artistically they were arranged, a visitor couldn't help but notice that they were all arranged so that Reg could grab anything close to hand. Companion Orz felt compelled to ask, "How do you choose which one to grab."
"Whichever's easiest to hand," answered Reg, sharpening one of the blades she'd recently taken down for inspection. "Grab the nearest thing and use it against the other guy. Best way to do it."
"Is it?" boggled Orz.
Reg grinned. "I also follow the creed of Saint Trinian. Fac eas paenitet."
Some rapid searching on their datareader reached a translation, "Make them regret? Make them regret what?"
"Messing with us," Reg ran through a series of swipes and forms. "Who draws the sword last always comes off worst."
Only Humans could come up with a saint like this Trinian individual.
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