The perfect weapon.

Somewhere...
In the darkest recess of the Blue Dwarf...
A luggage locker stirs.
Maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough...
You can see a slight, imperceptible glow from within.
What could it be?
Some magical force, come to save mankind?
A glowy, torchy thingy left on?
Well....sort of both.
The door clanged open. Therein lies a Steev. He's looking for
something...what could it be?
"AHA!!! There's my glowy, torchy thing! Now, to find my bleepy
widget..."
Somehow, Steev had returned...and he was oging to save the world.
Buggered if he knew he was going to, much less how to right now...