Sound Blaster Quotes

(Nykyrian spun about at the sound, his blaster leveling at the body in the doorway.) Whoa. Friend! (He tapped his chest twice.) Really good guy. ‘Member me? (Syn)

For a long minute he gazed at her, his eyes searching the features of that face he'd grown to love so deeply over the years, his memory bringing up images of the past as he did so. The young determination in her face as, in the middle of a blazing firefight, she'd grabbed Luke's blaster rifle away from him and shot them an escape route into the Death Star's detention-level garbage chute. The sound of her voice in the middle of deadly danger at Jabba's, helping him through the blindness and tremor and disorientation of hibernation sickness. The wiser, more mature determination visible through the pain in her eyes as, lying wounded outside the Endor bunker, she had nevertheless summoned the skill and control to coolly shoot two stormtroopers off Han's back. And he remembered, too, the wrenching realization he'd had at that same time: that no matter how much he tried, he would never be able to totally protect her from the dangers and risks of the universe. Because no matter how much he might love her--no matter how much he might give of himself to her--she could never be content with that alone. Her vision extended beyond him, just as it extended beyond herself, to all the beings of the galaxy. And to take that away from her, whether by force or even by persuasion, would be to diminish her soul. And to take away part of what he'd fallen in love with in the first place.

Wow, this is actually kind of entertaining. I think they could do more damage if they were picking up and throwing rocks." The sound coming from the cargo door was different than the typical thud of a blaster. It was the clang of a large rock. Frig immediately spoke up. "I put the blame solely on you, sir, for suggesting they do just that.

Superhero Names On the weekend I made up some cool sounding superhero names. Just in case I ever need one. I have to say, it was quite difficult because, you know, it’s important to get just the right tone. Here they are: Farty McFart Pants Stinky McFarter Captain Fart-a-lot The Fartinator The Vominator The Snotinator (he has a gun called the Booger Blaster) Captain Poop-a-lot Captain Booger Butt

same with him again. The door opened. Nykyrian spun about at the sound, his blaster leveling at the body in the doorway. Syn held up his hands as the red dot lay steady on his forehead. “Whoa. Friend!” He tapped his chest twice. “Really good guy. ’Member me?

Caillen stood on the other side with a perplexed frown. “What are you doing?” He motioned to the blaster in Syn’s hand. “Going to war?” Syn lowered his blaster. “I didn’t know who was scratching around outside my door. It sounded like someone I might want to shoot.

You think I don’t know that, Cai?” Maris asked. “I live with him. He jumps at any sudden sound. Pulls a blaster on you if you so much as sneeze unexpectedly. And if that’s not bad enough, he’s walking around wired with enough explosives to take out half the capital city.” Maris’s

On the weekend I made up some cool sounding superhero names. Just in case I ever need one. I have to say, it was quite difficult because, you know, it’s important to get just the right tone. Here they are: Farty McFart Pants Stinky McFarter Captain Fart-a-lot The Fartinator The Vominator The Snotinator (he has a gun called the Booger Blaster) Captain Poop-a-lot Captain Booger Butt

We should make bigger rockets,” Aurora decided, and Cayla and Deya gasped in agreement while the three women looped their arms together ahead of me. “Huge molten Halcyan explosives big enough to destroy a whole village.” “A whole town!” Deya giggled. “No, a whole capital,” Cayla moaned. I furrowed my brow in confusion. “What capital are we needing to destroy?” My women didn’t bother answering, though, as they trudged ahead with their plotting, and the more lavish their ideas got, the stiffer Shoshanne’s steps became while I dragged her along by her hand. “A rocket so big, we could launch it over twenty fields and obliterate an entire region!” Aurora gushed. “We can call them Flynt Blasters,” Cayla mused. “No, call them Mason’s Secret Rockets of Doom!” Deya laughed. “Doom is a good word.” “Doom Blasters,” Aurora chuckled. “Now you’re just being childish,” Cayla sighed. “We want them to sound fierce so our enemies quiver in fear when they hear what’s coming for them. A name as powerful as Mason is.” “Semen Blasters?” Deya offered, and even Shoshanne had to giggle at that one.