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Security Offices - late night


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Barnabas smiled darkly as he slid the sharpening stone along the gleaming edge of his true Terran Moorish scimitar. He'd keyed the door open to his office intentionally, as required by the interpersonal access regulations, but he didn't like having his staff come by to cry on his shoulder about their mothers or their wives; and staring at a man with two feet of steel in his fist put a satisfactory damper on his subordinates whining. All he'd seen of his crew the last two hours had been their startled faces walking by.

He lifted the blade, watching the light shimmer across the oiled steel. A beautiful thing. With a last swipe of a cleaning cloth, he slipped the blade into its sheath and buckled it on. His shift was over, it was time to go home.

"Goodnight, Commander."

"Sergeant," Barnabas nodded at his sergeant. Most of the farewells he got were respectful, not warm, but Sergeant Meirs had been with him back in the marines and that wasn't a tie that could be forgotten.

As he left the security wing, he began to collect the usual stares. Some of the staff had been stationed at Thendara Port for years and they still found a sword bizarre. Barnabas shrugged the looks off, the same looks he saw poorly hidden in the eyes of his superiors and his co-workers. He wasn't here to be popular, he was here to do a job.

At the gate, he dropped his blaster in a lockbox and stood in line with the rest of the outgoing traffic for a weapons scan by the guards. The first time the gate had waved him through had been the last time that guard had worked on Darkover - in Barnabas' mind, no exceptions meant no exceptions. It hadn't cut down much on weapons smuggling but he hadn't expected it to. Professionals didn't try and walk a weapon through the door but he could at least stop idiots.

cont in: Thendara - Barnabas' Home


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