Star Wars - 197 - Galaxies - The Ruins of Dantooine by Voronica Whitney-robinson & Hayden Blackman

Author:Voronica Whitney-robinson & Hayden Blackman [Whitney-robinson, Voronica & Blackman, Hayden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Science Fiction, Media Tie-In, Space Opera, Space Warfare, Star Wars Fiction, Video & Electronic, Games
ISBN: 9780345470669
Google: eX20WTVhBzoC
Amazon: 0345470664
Publisher: LucasBooks
Published: 2004-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

EIGHT

"Now that we've jumped into hyperspace," Peralli said, "you've got some time. Nym sent me a message. He said that you"—he pointed to Dusque—"can help yourself to that small crate over there. He wanted you to have something a little more practical than that skinny gurnaset sticker to remember him by, whatever that means." The Mon Calamari shrugged his shoulders and ambled back to the cockpit.

"Wonder what Nym's got in mind for you," Finn said. He unbuckled himself and maneuvered over to the small crate. Dusque did the same.

"Let's open it up and find out," she replied.

Finn grabbed a metal bar and pried the top loose. Inside the small crate was an impressive selection of blasters, all new and shiny. Dusque briefly recalled Tendau's weapon and how there seemed to be something vaguely sinister about it, like unspoken betrayals.

"Not bad," Finn murmured as he rummaged through the contents of the container. He pulled out various styles of blasters and checked their power supplies. Dusque was impressed with how comfortable he was with each type, easily disassembling them and reassembling them again after verifying their condition.

"What'll it be?" he asked her when he was finished.

"Doesn't really matter," she confessed, "because I don't know the differences between any of them."

"You've never used one of these?" he asked her.

"Not in my line of work. Survival knives, some fencing, and hand-to-hand techniques are all I've ever practiced or used." She lowered her head, afraid that she had disappointed him and that he must now have found her wanting.

He surprised her again. "Then we better rectify that while there's time," he said easily, without a hint of derision in his voice. "C'mere."

Dusque moved closer to the crate. Finn pulled out four different models of blasters and handed two to her, while he hung on to the other two himself. He nudged a few scraps of metal and other crates aside with his foot and cleared a path to a small workbench. He laid his blasters down and then had Dusque add hers to the lineup. He arranged them, then picked up the first one on the left, a long, slim one, and held it up, barrel pointed away, for Dusque's inspection.

"This is a sporting blaster," he explained. "It has a manual sight here just in front of the cooling coils on the barrel. It's light and easily concealed. Go on," he urged her. "Take it." Dusque accepted the weapon from him and felt the heft of it in her hand. It was very light, weighing not much more than a decent survival knife. While she balanced the item in her hand and tried to become more familiar with the feel of it, Finn moved up beside her.

"The downside to this weapon is that it doesn't have a very powerful charge and it burns up power packs pretty quickly. Also, it uses a manual sight, so there's more room for error. Actually," he continued, "it's more the weapon of the nobility than anything else."

"Then it's no good?" she asked.

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