Law of Physics
Guldo looked the blaster up and down, sticking his fingers through the coin-sized hole in the cloth-wrapped barrel, tugging at the exposed wires. "Piece of art, this." He commented. From his seat near the exit hatch, Jeice glared at him, emerald eyes superheated to withering. Guldo ignored him, squinting through his eight-lense goggles at the completely wrecked weapon, casting an appreciative glance at the tall, dark-haired man who was leaning on the wall behind him, smoking.
"Admirable work, Mr. Sidhe. Right through the barrel. I don't think I've ever seen anything like it."
"You WRECKED my blaster."
Caithion glanced at Jeice, blowing a cloud of smoke in his general direction. "And I warned you what would happen."
"you WRECKED. My. Blaster."
"It's a simple law of physics, you oaf. Objects in motion will stay in motion unless stopped by an opposing force. And lasers are stopped by blaster barrels."
"YOU WRECKED MY BLASTER!!"
"And you," Caithion informed him, "Are acting like a petulant child."
Jeice glared furiously from his crewmate to Sidhe and back again. "Ah'm gonna go get drunk." He hissed. "An' you'd BETTER not be here when I get back."
He stomped out the hatch. It clicked shut.
"How did you do that?" Guldo asked in awe.
Caithion grinned. "Practice, my fine green friend. Simply practice. I can teach you, if you'd like."
At the bar, Jeice Scarlocke felt a shiver run up his spine and sneezed. The bartender blinked at him.
"You alright?" he asked.
"M'fine." The humanoid muttered. "Someone walkin' over me grave, that's all."