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"Well, I certainly thought it was funny." He said, referring to the neglected jedi code. "Of course, I'm not jedi anymore, just a gun for hire, much like our new found friend over here...minus the gun, of course. Yours is much prettier than mine." He said nodding to the mandalorians blaster.
As he did this he noticed now the detonator. "Pete, was it?" He asked, very slowly. "Are you aware how quick a jedi can move? The accuracy a sec-force sniper has with a blade? Are you aware that if I cut off your hand, midway up your forearm that your thumb will stay in place on that detonator?" He asked these all rather seriously, now taking a look at the man slightly differently as the cylindrical object that was one of his lightsabers slid down into his palm from an apparently attached holder under his shirtsleeves.
He sensed through the force there was danger, though he couldn't tell where the bomb itself was.
"And you're holding a deadmans switch, which means more often than not with my type, if it doesn't work as planned, you're a deadman." he added, though the lightsaber hadn't yet ignited, he focused, it was true often the muscles stayed closed enough, as though frozen in their last thoughts, of course he might also be able to keep the pressure on the trigger with the force, his life was spent developing the telekenetic abilities needed for his roll, that too, he thought would feasibly work...
As he did this he noticed now the detonator. "Pete, was it?" He asked, very slowly. "Are you aware how quick a jedi can move? The accuracy a sec-force sniper has with a blade? Are you aware that if I cut off your hand, midway up your forearm that your thumb will stay in place on that detonator?" He asked these all rather seriously, now taking a look at the man slightly differently as the cylindrical object that was one of his lightsabers slid down into his palm from an apparently attached holder under his shirtsleeves.
He sensed through the force there was danger, though he couldn't tell where the bomb itself was.
"And you're holding a deadmans switch, which means more often than not with my type, if it doesn't work as planned, you're a deadman." he added, though the lightsaber hadn't yet ignited, he focused, it was true often the muscles stayed closed enough, as though frozen in their last thoughts, of course he might also be able to keep the pressure on the trigger with the force, his life was spent developing the telekenetic abilities needed for his roll, that too, he thought would feasibly work...