@[member="Harkin Kane"] | @[member="Thessa Kai"] | @[member="Judah Dashiell"]
Hannibal's visored gaze shifted once more to Harkin. Judah had said something, but he didn't hear it now. Hannibal was just about tired of this man and his uselss interjections, moreso now that he had now accused Hannibal of "hiding" behind armor. The idea that protective armor was best reserved for cowards was one of the more ludicrous sentiments Hannibal had ever been subjected to in his time as a bounty hunter. Hannibal Oryen made his living fighting people. He chased down criminals and vagrants of every kind. Almost every one of his jobs involved violence. Fists, blaster bolts, slugs, flechette pellets, knives, swords, clubs, explosives, stun rounds, and space magic had all been lobbed at Hannibal at one point or another. Armor was not an option. It was not for style. It was not for "hiding." It was a necessity for any sane bounty hunter who wanted to last more than seven minutes on any given job.
Why did soldiers wear armor? Why did police wear armor? Why do firefighters and bombtroopers wear armor? Because their line of work entails it. Because their line of work demands a degree of protection beyond that of, say, a clerk. Without it, they would not be able to do their job efficiently or would put themselves at unnecessary risk. The only people who made these claims that donning armor was an act of cowardice typically didn't even have the money to afford it, and thus had to justify their own financial misfortune. That, or they really did have balls so large that bloodflow to their brain was restricted, severely impairing their judgement to the point that they actually believed the nonsensical gibberish they spouted.
Hannibal was wearing simple light armor with a blastproof vest. There were much, much more heavily armored bounty hunters in the Galaxy. Some of which even had access to Beskar, cortosis, and songsteel. They were not cowards. They were pragmatic. That they had access to common sense and resources beyond that of their detractors did not make them milquetoasts. Effective armor was the hallmark of a successful bounty hunter.
Suffice to say, Hannibal disagreed. Strenuously. But now the Fondorian was beyond spoken words. Harkin glanced briefly back to the viewport while Hannibal's visors bored into him, allowing the incensed bounty hunter an opening. Moving with lightning speed, Hannibal's repulse-hand flared to life as he utilized it to launch an uppercut against Harkin's lower jaw. The repulse-hand was a replacement cybernetic, illegal in large swaths of civilized space. This was mostly due to widespread abhorrence of its destructive power. The repulse-hand, if used correctly, could tear horrendously painful gashes across unsuspecting opponents and pulverize bones into dust. Thankfully for Harkin, his failure to wear a helmet would mean the force of Hannibal's punch would render him unconscious almost immediately. He wouldn't have to suffer through the waking pain of a macerated jaw.
Bang, zoom. Straight to the moon.
