"Anyway...that's fine talk coming from a Solider boy. Is your knowledge confined to weapons? Or can you fight?"
Vor'en ignores the question, quite annoyed with the irrepresible young Jedi. Generally, people left him alone after five minutes of the hard bitten stone-cold killer-for-hire act. Okay,
Act was a bit too strong. He
had been in firefights before. Three, to be exact. Although the first one really didn't count, because the first shot had landed right next to his head, sending a little chunk of stone at his right temple and laying him out flat. Take off your helmet at just the wrong moment and end up with the nickname "Glass jawed wonder" for the rest of your career....
Anyway, dammit, did the Force turn half of it's users into irritants? The white-haired one (Set?) was arrogant, Sia was... well, the less said about her the better. The brown haired one was OK, but the constant goo-goo-eyes he was making at what's-her-name got on his nerves. The Cerean... was all right, come to think of it.
At hearing Vor'en's comments on practical weapons use, Kaz's face lights up. He moves over next to the soldier and begins rattling off one weapon after another, getting as much practical information as he can for his future projects. That done, he'll go into his own ideas for weapon upgrades, combining different arms, even cybernetic weapons.
Vor'en spends the rest of the trip laconically trying to explain why the more unorthodox ideas of the enthsiastic tech.
Vor'en's first thought upon entering the seute is
Hmm. Looks like that dresser could withstand a frag grenade. I'll hide behind that if there's a firefight. His second thought is
Hey, this is nice.
"It's this blasted mission that has me worried. Why would the Jedi Council agree to have a 'bunch of teenagers' investigate something of such galactic importance?"
"Or maybe this mission isn't as important to the galaxy as it is to your ego?" says Vor'en in a deadpan voice.
"If it matters, the hyperactive one has it right: we're decoys."
