A Practical Man 1

Someone was still there, though. Beviin saw a flash of orange movement. Flight suit. Pilot. Pilots could get word out. Pilots needed not to be left too injured or stunned to fly out of here under Vong attack. "Bob'ika, let me reason with him."

"I can do that myself."

"Who's got durasteel armor, and who's got the beskar version? As in almost lightsaber-proof beskar?"

"If he gets a lucky shot in, that fancy antique won't save you."

"I never understood why you didn't go for beskar," said Beviin. "But save that for later. In three..." Beviin jumped to his feet and ran for all he was worth towards the blaster fire. He had a detached moment of thinking that Medrit would go crazy at him for taking such a risk and worrying about that more than the bolt that hit him in the chest plate and sent searing hot air into the breather in his visor. Adrenaline was a wonderful thing. -Pg47