KotOR Snippets

She shot well, her left hand bracing her right, snapping off each shot with precision. She knew she was a good shot, knew from hard experience in hard places. She took down the last punk on the left, and pivoted, bringing the larger group to bear... Just in time to watch the last two fall to nearly simultaneous shots.

The Star-Capitan had a pistol in either hand and seemed to be sighting with each eye independently, as far as she could tell. He scanned the area for more, then, not even looking, holstered the pistols, one on either leg. She'd -assumed- that the one on the left was a spare. He looked significantly at the gun still in her hand, then looked around, as she stared at him.

"What?" He looked honestly confused.

She fumbled the pistol back into the holster- which still felt wrong somehow- have to readjust it- and glared at him, a nice long mean glare. "Fekking pilots."

"What?" He sounded even more confused, following her as she stalked around the corpses, making for the one in the armor, who had some sort of blade on his belt. "What?!"

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Just little thoughts that came to mind, in my long romance with Bioware's Knights of the Old Republic.