While Skyra toyed with her new possession, and admittedly caused quite a racket in the process, Krayn had slipped silently up to the crate, a distinct grin forming on his face. Had anyone been paying attention, the expression would have been quite shocking; but as far as the De-Toa was concerned, Naming Day had come early. He began sorting through the crate carefully, examining its contents; some of the weapons, it seems, had proved susceptible to water damage and were fairly clearly inoperable. It would take an engineer to tell for sure, but he suspected that a significant portion of it had to do with the methods of their creation. Flawed metal, maybe; some of them had pretty clearly rusted. Nevertheless, it wasn't too hard to find a pair of undamaged pistols near the bottom of the crate.
A quick application of sonic vibrations cleaned away the small quantities of dirt that had accumulated on the weapons, and left them clean for him to examine. Resting one next to him, he disassembled the key components of the others with a few deft movements, examining them carefully. It was immediately apparent that both were lacking ammunition, so he once more returned his attention to the crate, coming up with a pair of magazines in a matter of moments. A few more moments were all that was required to load them and slide them into the firearms.
Unlike his commander, he was relatively versed in the weapons and their use; the Force (And by that he meant himself) had taken down a Vortixx criminal a few years back, and he'd taken the time to examine his weapons before turning them over to the Force. He'd been more than a little curious about them, and had visited the small number of weaponsmiths in Le-Koro who knew how they worked to satisfy that curiosity. These pistols weren't identical, no two sets of Xian weapons he'd seen ever had been, but the basics were close enough.
Priming one, he brought it up, aiming for a point in the distance. He ensured the tip of the barrel was outside of the bubble, just in case, and squeezed off a single shot, noting the level of kick, and the vibrations produced. This action served two purposes; firstly, to ensure that the weapon was indeed in working order. Secondly, it allowed him to familiarize him with the nature of their operation. He'd need to drill with them later, but for the moment, that information would be enough. His Sanok would more than compensate for any issues with his own aim resulting from a lack of practice. However, he realized as Cael buckled a scabbard for her flamberge, he still needed a way to carry them.
Turning his attention to the crate for the last time, he sifted through the damaged weapons. There, at the bottom of the case, he found what he was looking for; a few holsters, sealed within watertight containers. The smugglers who ran weapons like this weren't stupid, they knew there was a chance they'd need to dump their wares. But they also knew that a Kaukau user could go back and retrieve them later just fine; as a result, any items that could be damaged by some time in water were sealed. Some of the containers had ruptured in the cataclysmic events that sent them to their watery grave, and their contents long since degraded, but the rest were still sealed. Breaking one open, the De-Toa fastened two holsters to his waist, slipping his new toys into them.
Krayn straightened, faint grin still present on his face. Something good had come out of this forced detour after all, though he would need to go to a smith back on the mainland to see about getting a supply of projectiles made.
"Well, this has been a profitable detour." He paused, glancing over at Cael once more. Based on Dorian's comment, he could guess that she wasn't a combatant.
"Cael, was it? Are you familiar with weapons like that?"