Thesis

The SO, a gangly youth who looks like he'd be more at home checking hall passes then protecting the Drunken Tortoise from danger, gives you a toothy grin as he unstraps the weapon and lets you examine it. "Ay, it's quite a thing, innit? Gotta say, makes you feel like something when you're holding it. Still, I'd be lucky if I knew which way to point it if a drek bore down on us. I haven't even reached First Class rank yet, which is why I'm on a mission with such a low chance of danger."

Certainly nothing ominous or disconcerting about that. The beamsplitter fits snugly in your hand, with two levers near the grip and a large red button on the side.