What can I getcha?

[Garik Reed]

[member="Shawn Michaels"]

Val stood in a blaster range on Antecedent. He had been contacted by a Shawn Michaels to create a pair of custom made blasters. He walked through the store, admiring certain weapons. He was trying to come up with a good idea for the look. Of course, he would hear some input from the client, but in the end, most of the design would be up to him. Val looked down at his datapad. He was a bit early. Hopefully Shawn showed up. Val's company was just getting its feet off the ground, and could always use the extra credits.

 

[Shawn Michaels]

Ah, a firing range. As he looked at all of those practicing, all he could think of was how he could probably out-shoot them all. Whether it was truth or wishful thinking, it was still a fun thought. He'd gone out searching a while back, and found a new rising arms company, one that he could likely put his trust in. Besides, it was best to hit the ones that were still small, so as to keep on a name-to-name basis. He wanted something simple. A pair of pistols that each had their own unique quality. He believed Cardin could provide that, and this was his time to prove that theory. When he finally found the man, his face opened up into a broad smile. "Val! How're you doing, man? Got any ideas on those pistols I wanted?"

[member="Val Cardin"]

 

[Garik Reed]

[member="Shawn Michaels"]

"Hey, Shawn. Yeah, I've got some stuff in mind, but I wanted to hear your ideas. Right now, I'm thinkin' we try to give each pistol its own unique...flair, so to speak." Val kept admiring the guns as he spoke. He pulled out a smaller blaster pistol, and turned to Shawn. He held it up to the man. No, that wouldn't work. Val knew he'd wanted something with a bigger punch. He grabbed a massive pistol, big enough that Val had to use both hands to hold it. Yeah, no.

Val stopped fooling around, and turned to Shawn.

 

[Shawn Michaels]

As soon as he laid eyes on the pistols, Shawn couldn't stop his mouth from watering. They were perfect. Instantly going for the larger one, he hefted it in his hand, hit the release on the wheel, spun it and flicked it back in, then aimed in on the sights. Nodding in approval, he took the other, comparing them in his hands. "A little off balance... What makes each of them different, other than size? They look amazing, but what makes them so special? Other than the fact that they're slugs instead of blasters, that is."

[member="Val Cardin"]