Post by Angel on Nov 29, 2009 23:51:43 GMT -8
Greg's demeanor eased at seeing Deux shy away. "Meant nothin' by it, friend. The care of my own weapons is something I do take seriously." To a point, Greg could be a stickler about how his weapons were maintained. His reasoning was to always be prepared to defend himself against anything--there was no way he'd allow himself to be ambushed like he had been in his past. This meant keeping his weapons clean, fit, and ready to use. Always.
"I see, Bitumen," Greg responded. "Not the best place to be raised, from what I've seen of that place. Though, it'd make sense to have you trained with weapons then. There's a dangerous lot on that planet." Bitumen was actually the planet the Laika was headed towards to drop off their loot. It wasn't Greg's favorite planet to stop by, or even sell his cargo at, but it was the best idea at the moment. As far as he knew, the UIR was cracking down heavily on the planets ranging closer to the Inner-Ring. That wasn't something Greg wanted to get caught up in in his current situation.
Detecting some impatience in Deux's last words, Greg shrugged. "Nothing important, I suppose. Perhaps you should be getting back to your duty, and I should be getting back to practicing my aim. Yeah?" Greg wasn't particularly fond of prying into other people's histories, mostly as a way to avoid them prying into his own.
