...but this could be a viable way to deal with larger weapons at formal events.

Heh. I just have images now of some hulking, muscle-bound, leather-clad hive-trash at a fancy ball, wielding a missile launcher with a big white ribbon tied around it in a bow saying "Wot? I gots the ribbon ent I? Not fancy enuff fer yoo?"

That is our ogryn to a T.