Full Metal Chain
Tyro was a teacher first and foremost, so it was rare that he sparred, but he did like to prove to himself that he still had it on occasion. Nothing put him in a good mood like knocking some Abyss Agent still enamored with their lightsaber down a few pegs. Of course, these little exercises ran the risk of proving he
couldn't keep up anymore, but that was a gamble he'd never lost.
Until today.
"Oh Ciaran. I won." It appeared Kygeetu couldn't believe her victory either. To be fair to Tyro, it had been pure luck her backswing had deflected his blaster bolt into the floor. Already close, the Kaleesh warrior had managed to get her lightsaber up to his neck before the ex-pirate could fire another shot. Realizing the fight was over, Kygeetu extinguished her blade and turned around, jumping up and down in celebration.
Tyro on the other hand, turned and left after a simple congratulation to mull over what had happened and how he could prevent it happening again. He wasn't ready to be outdone by youthful exuberance just yet.
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"Summation: You wish to know how to defeat a Force user with a blaster?" HK-47 looked up from the workbench. Tyro was no engineer, but it looked like the assassin droid was welding a lightsaber to a blaster rifle that had already been heavily modified. "Approval: You have come to the right place, meatbag."
"I'm old enough to know the value of experience, and you actually have more than me, a quality that's increasingly rare." joked Tyro.
"Answer: Shoot them before they notice you." HK-47 turned back to his… work.
Tyro shook his head. "Say they already know where I am. Say I'm in an empty room with an angry Jedi coming at me. What then?"
"Answer: Not all parts of a lightsaber are dangerous. Step in and grab the attacker's wrist, then fire into the stomach." HK-47 paused a moment before continuing. "Alternative: Deliver a sharp blow to the temple for nonlethal purposes."
"I may be younger than you, but my 'meatbag' body isn't quite as efficient as yours." Tyro had more or less accepted his old age and its negative effect on his hand to hand skills. He had never really been much of a grappler in his youth either. "Any other suggestions? Some fancy blaster tricks or something?"
"Answer: Perhaps a slugthrower is what you're looking for. Advisement: I wouldn't use one except as a last resort. Complaint: Calculating ballistic trajectories is unnecessary with a blaster, recoil is far greater, ammunition is limited and expensive, and traditional armor actually stops them. There are far too many downsides to replace a blaster. Still, blocking a slugthrower with a lightsaber just means your target gets hit by
molten metal moving at high speeds."
"I'll look into it. Thank you, HK-47." Tyro bowed his head slightly before turning to take his leave.
"Parting: Best of luck on your mission to slaughter Force sensitive meatbags."
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Galvin was already the best mercenary in the galaxy, so going down to the range had nothing to do with practicing to become better. No, sometimes he just liked to bask in the glory of his own perfect marksmanship. And if some of the recruits wanted to bask alongside him, who was he to stop them. To that end, Galvin was looking forward to the sound of blasters firing when he opened those doors.
What he was not expecting to hear when entering the shooting range was a sharp crack, somewhere between a whip and a bomb, and a thousand times louder. The sound repeated four more times, and the ensuing silence was broken only by several loud Zeltron swear words. "What in the galaxy was that?!"
"Apologies. I've been practicing so much this past week I forget how loud it can be the first time." Tyro Torwin was no stranger to the shooting range. What was strange was the weapon in his hands. The blaster was silver, with what appeared to be a wooden handle. Galvin couldn't see anywhere for the magazine to be placed, though there was some sort of wheel in the center. The barrel was smooth as well, the thing probably overheated worse than a DL-44.
"The hell is that thing? I've never seen a blaster like it." asked Galvin, rubbing his ears to get the ringing out.
"That's because it isn't a blaster. It's a slugthrower I picked up recently." said Tyro, twirling the gun around on his finger in front of him before snapping it up to eye level. "I've just started getting the hang of using Blazing Chains with it." He pointed the gun at the wall and fired, and a hole appeared on a target that should have been at an impossible angle. That was nothing special, Galvin knew Tyro's Blazing Chains techniques were awe inspiring, but what floored him was the lack of a visible shot.
"That's… how much did that cost?" asked Galvin in disbelief. He had often considered buying a slugthrower, if just for the novelty, but they were far from cheap.
"A fair amount, and the ammunition isn't much better. Though I've gotten the feel down well enough that I can stop wasting slugs training." Tyro held the gun up to his face and looked at it contemplatively. "I have enough left over, and the design forces me to be conservative anyways. Six shots." Tyro gave the gun a few spins on its way down into the holster on his hip. "More than enough to kill anything that moves."
AN: Told you I'd do it. It occurs to me Tyro wouldn't be too useful against Sidious, since lightsabers are a pretty strong counter pick to blasters. So I decided to just make him Revolver Ocelot instead of Revolver Ocelot with lasers and just gave him a slugthrower. It helps that Blazing Chains negates most of the disadvantages to slugthrowers anyways, since you never have to aim.