[Why, Maketh wonders, can't the strangers ever come in bearing guns? A proper blaster, a good piece of technology that doesn't rely on outdated concepts like bullets and gunpowder and would never dream of jamming. And though she's fond of the rifle she carries, it's nothing compared to the weapons of the Empire or even the hodgepodge tech the rebels would mash together to torment her storm troopers.
No, this is Hadriel. They have bullets.
And men with swords.
Not even light sabers. Just swords.
But, as she's learned, a man with a sword can be as deadly as a whole squadron of Death Troopers when properly motivated. And this one - a newcomer, it looks like - is quick and sure with his strikes.
Impressive.
She brings the rifle up, activating the automatic targeting system, and fires.
A monster loses its head. The pieces splatter. She reloads.]
Fear
No, this is Hadriel. They have bullets.
And men with swords.
Not even light sabers. Just swords.
But, as she's learned, a man with a sword can be as deadly as a whole squadron of Death Troopers when properly motivated. And this one - a newcomer, it looks like - is quick and sure with his strikes.
Impressive.
She brings the rifle up, activating the automatic targeting system, and fires.
A monster loses its head. The pieces splatter. She reloads.]
Hold. I'll cover you.
[Her voice is perfectly even.]