Re: Star Wars: Origins of the Force
I'm gonna kinda steal your method of writing. Mine is too much of a noobish throwback.
You're welcome to it.
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Soren seems to acknowledge, his gaze drawn towards Rhys, however, as the surly redhead rises to his feet, propping an advanced assault rifle on his shoulder in the process. John immediately recognizes at least two of the rifle's modifications as illegal in Alliance operated space. Not that they were in Alliance space anymore.
"A ghost ship, eh?" he nearly drawls, his voice strong and cocky, his lit cigarette now clenched between his teeth to prevent it from falling. "Thing 'bout ships is they're all like bitches. They can be tight fits or loose 'n roomy. You're gonna need someone who can work all the angles. I volunteer, Capt'n," he offers, looking to Soren for approval.
Soren nods and turns his attention back to John. "Rhys should be more than capable of handling any problems you may encounter," the Samuac halfbreed concurs. "However, as a safety precaution, I advise you take one of your own men as well in order to avoid certain... incidents, Mr. Antilles."