Ben looked at the blaster warily.
"Uh, you point the blaster at someone, and pull the trigger, right?" he said, taking the weapon gingerly in one hand. It was heavy, and it took him a moment to compensate; the last time he'd used a blaster, he'd been running from another Imperial agent of some kind.
He focused on the blaster and shunted the memory away.
He pointed the blaster off to the side, his hands slightly shaking.
"Pyew pyew, bang bang, right?"
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"No sign of them yet sir."
"Have you located Captain Merasska's ship?" Veribek asked, seemingly unconcerned.
"We have its location, and two squads of Stormtroopers are headed there now, sir."
He nodded.
"If there is anyone on that pad, pacify them, but do not kill them. Have them set up lookouts and place heavy weapon emplacements covering the door. Have them notify me immediately."
The Imperial officer frowned.
"Is that kind of weaponry necessary, sir?" he asked. "It seems a bit much for only two people, sir."
"This is no rebel agent or small time smuggler we're chasing," Veribek answered smoothly and patiently. "We are dealing with a Jedi. Any Jedi who has managed to survive this long is dangerous."
The officer still wasn't convinced completely, but the Agent's experience with Jedi and Adepts far outstripped his own. He saluted, and turned away to carry out the Agent's orders.
Veribek's mouth twitched into a smile, and he closed his hands into fists.
"Very dangerous," he said, looking at them. "Very dangerous indeed."
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