[She snorts. It's almost a laugh, but too tired for that.]
I'd have made short work of that mess, too. Even a working saber would have changed the odds.
[Revan shifts around in her seat to let her reach under her robe to the small of her back where she's moved her useless sabers. If they were still on her hips, she might try to draw them by accident.
Emitter safely pointed away from Loken, she flicks the power switch, and once again nothing happens.
Sigh.]
We're not really ranged fighters.
[Except for all those times you throw your saber or deflect a blaster bolt into the person who fired it or sweep people ten meters away off their feet with the Force, Revan.]
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I'd have made short work of that mess, too. Even a working saber would have changed the odds.
[Revan shifts around in her seat to let her reach under her robe to the small of her back where she's moved her useless sabers. If they were still on her hips, she might try to draw them by accident.
Emitter safely pointed away from Loken, she flicks the power switch, and once again nothing happens.
Sigh.]
We're not really ranged fighters.
[Except for all those times you throw your saber or deflect a blaster bolt into the person who fired it or sweep people ten meters away off their feet with the Force, Revan.]