As Annyr mentioned the word "Rakatans," Yun seemed distant. "Then your people are wise, Annyr and I will take that lesson to heart. Thank you." While he didn't say it, Yun thought that if he never saw a flesh raider or Rakatan again, it would have been too soon. The one good thing about being in this era; the Infinite Empire had fallen, at least. They were a scourge upon the galaxy, a race whose hubris brought about their own destruction, just as his order did not long after. Sighing softly, Ohn sheathed the blade and the soft ringing of songsteel died down. This brought him all back to the situation at hand, instead of being lost in reflection. Arla seemed to dislike using the blaster carbine, a sentiment that the mercenary could relate to. He wasn't a fool, he knew that firearms were a useful, powerful weapon in the right hands....just not in his. Therefore, from this point on, he wasn't really in any position to give advice about using blasters. Yun was more likely to hit someone by throwing the gun, rather than shooting it.
The mercenary was surprised to find that Annyr offered for Arla to use his gaderffii. While Yun did not know much about the tusken, Ohn knew that giving your gaderffi for another to use, would have been the equivalent of Yun, letting someone else use Ali'yha....it was definitely surprising. "One side for bludgeoning, one side for hacking and slashing. A versatile melee weapon indeed." Still, he kept his surprise to himself. All things considered, a melee weapon was better suited Arla, than the carbine did. Though, perhaps she would fare better if she had blaster pistols, rather than a carbine. Just as he thought that, the owner of their current mode of transportation, appeared and offered Arla a blaster pistol. Her lithe, graceful form, was better suited to the mobility of a blaster pistol, than the restricting carbine. "Excellent choice. And, also, thank you for having Z-3 and myself along for the ride. I am Yun Ohn." The merc said as he bowed his head in greeting toward the smuggler. The Je'daii swore that he'd worked with him before, as Brylan seemed to be the sort that you just don't forget.
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Meanwhile, Z-3 was near the cockpit, receiving the answers that he desired to his earlier query. The droid was hesitant about being examined, but he was the type that needed his questions answered, when they were asked. Therefore, he had to give, before he could get. He only hoped that Grek would be able to contain her excitement to a reasonable level. Especially near his vocabulator and behavior core, the two things he valued the most in his hodgepodge of mechanical bits, composing his central frame. "Thank you for the compliment. Though if I may be so bold, your piloting skills were quite impressive as well. To ride the force of the shockwave as we escaped into hyperspace, it was remarkable!" The droid purposefully avoided the comment he'd heard Grek mentioning about his creator. Unfortunately, even Master Yun Ohn was unable to retrieve such information from the droid. Z-3 was programmed to never mention any significant details about his creator, or his central processing unit. He was even gifted with the ability to lie. Of course, Z-3 was not lying when he promised that Grek could take a look at his inner mechanical workings. She had answered his questions and upheld her end of the bargain, so he simply hoped that she wouldn't go too crazy with the plasma welder and hydrospanner.