Resident President Meme
"Literal space magic? Usually pretty good at killing things. That or my fists, also pretty good at killing things. 'Specially if you get a hold of the throat, real easy to kill someone at that point." He gave [member="Yasha Cadera"] a shrug as though he didn't really know what else to say. Judging by the conversation, what little he really picked up and paid attention to between refocusing his pain-ignoring efforts (The heat was actually making some more difficult to handle, believe it or not), she knew all about killing with or without a weapon. Then again, he also assumed that she understood 'armed' was a relative term at best, some people were always armed.
He couldn't help a smirk at the 'two at a time' comment. Space magic, he didn't mention how he could probably learn to fire far more than eight guns at once if he honestly, earnestly tried, but he kept his mouth shut for now. Instead he offered a shrug, and the halfhearted comment of, "Some are for, specific situations. Such as helping against Force users like me, mostly that actually. Slug throwers those are, useful little buggers." As always he trailed off into his own thoughts, even mid sentence, considering the advice given even as he retorted. Of course he saw wisdom in limiting the blasters he carried, he might actually listen to that bit of advice. But the slug throwers had their own purpose, a specific set of uses. Maybe he'd listen.
Maybe he'd buy more guns anyways. Alright that one was basically a 'death or taxes' situation but still. Maybe.
Regardless, he was brought back to the moment as Yasha motioned for him to leave with her out of the forge. He managed to catch her words about doing right by Commenor, to which he gave a small hum, thinking what he'd say through even as he started to speak. "I can't say we're in a position to say much, aside thank you and hope it all turns out fine. As long as it's not just this one time gesture of goodwill, I'm confident you'll do right just fine." The pain in his abdominal area, right around that 'worst wound' flared up a bit awkwardly. So, he gave his hand a small electrical charge and pressed it to his thigh, igniting more pain but distracting his mind for a time.
He coughed again, covering his mouth with the back of his other hand. This time there wasn't really a doubt to him something had opened up, and he'd probably have to get a check up again. Probably one of those awkward diaper stays in bacta or something if he was really unlucky.. "I suppose this is where I ask when I get to hunt these sith alchemists down? Like I said, third favorite thing to do with my time."
He couldn't help a smirk at the 'two at a time' comment. Space magic, he didn't mention how he could probably learn to fire far more than eight guns at once if he honestly, earnestly tried, but he kept his mouth shut for now. Instead he offered a shrug, and the halfhearted comment of, "Some are for, specific situations. Such as helping against Force users like me, mostly that actually. Slug throwers those are, useful little buggers." As always he trailed off into his own thoughts, even mid sentence, considering the advice given even as he retorted. Of course he saw wisdom in limiting the blasters he carried, he might actually listen to that bit of advice. But the slug throwers had their own purpose, a specific set of uses. Maybe he'd listen.
Maybe he'd buy more guns anyways. Alright that one was basically a 'death or taxes' situation but still. Maybe.
Regardless, he was brought back to the moment as Yasha motioned for him to leave with her out of the forge. He managed to catch her words about doing right by Commenor, to which he gave a small hum, thinking what he'd say through even as he started to speak. "I can't say we're in a position to say much, aside thank you and hope it all turns out fine. As long as it's not just this one time gesture of goodwill, I'm confident you'll do right just fine." The pain in his abdominal area, right around that 'worst wound' flared up a bit awkwardly. So, he gave his hand a small electrical charge and pressed it to his thigh, igniting more pain but distracting his mind for a time.
He coughed again, covering his mouth with the back of his other hand. This time there wasn't really a doubt to him something had opened up, and he'd probably have to get a check up again. Probably one of those awkward diaper stays in bacta or something if he was really unlucky.. "I suppose this is where I ask when I get to hunt these sith alchemists down? Like I said, third favorite thing to do with my time."