10-06-2017, 03:30 PM
Groaning as he flipped through yet another page of the book he had been reading which had proven useless to him, up until this point, Matthew groaned. Upon reexamining the title, “Myths and Rumors of Coruscant” the book was promptly picked up, and he walked over to where it had been shelved initially. Putting it back on the shelf gently, he’d walk back over to where he had been seated. The book had been a waste of time. What he needed was not rumors, but useful information that he could actually make sense of. There was a lot wrong with Tier Five, Matthew knew that much. One of the problems of the Tier was the overabundance of criminals, some of which lived to see gratuitous violence on their victims.
Case in point, the one who had crashed the former location of his home in that Tier the other day, and had brutally and gleefully bisected a couple of the ones he had managed to talk out of the gang life. If that individual ever got out of the prison Matthew had put him in, containing him was going to be hard. Firepower was not something Matthew had in abundance. Sure he had a few tactics he could pull in close quarters, but against an opponent that size they were not likely to do much good. Simply shooting the individual was not an option either, his gadgets were not equipped to even restrain, much less subdue someone like that. There was also the matter that Matthew was not by any definition of the word, “Batman” or qualified to be like him at all. Sure he had similar training to the training that was likely held by the Bat, but that was only because others had involved themselves in his life. It wasn’t skills he had learned on his own, but ones that had been drilled into him, time, and time again. Sadly he didn’t remember half of the skills he was supposed to, which was a shame, at least in Matthew’s eyes. Still he was relearning them, which meant he might stand more than a 0.5% chance of survival, should the individual who had done that grisly murder at his old home show up again.
Checking the wrist guns that he had found, in a crate inside his new place, Matthew checked the devices over. While they were identical to ones back home, that had been wielded by a mercenary Matthew knew there was something...weird about them. Examining them further, he’d look them over, and notice that the bullet - shooting option could be removed, and replaced with one that could fire energy blasts out of it, although it would have less ammo. Ammunition was only part of the problem faced by the youngest of the Mcginnis family. Down in the lower Tiers, Tier Five and Six, the Imperial presence was low. It was like they didn't care about the abundance of the crime down there. Getting back to his seat finally after he had put away the book, Matthew flipped through the next of the books.
"How to make explosives for dummies" was the title of the book he was now reading. While normally he was against the use of explosives, in this case as the criminal he hoped wasn't likely to escape could cleave him in half more than likely, it was best to be prepared with some non-conventional battle tactics.
Case in point, the one who had crashed the former location of his home in that Tier the other day, and had brutally and gleefully bisected a couple of the ones he had managed to talk out of the gang life. If that individual ever got out of the prison Matthew had put him in, containing him was going to be hard. Firepower was not something Matthew had in abundance. Sure he had a few tactics he could pull in close quarters, but against an opponent that size they were not likely to do much good. Simply shooting the individual was not an option either, his gadgets were not equipped to even restrain, much less subdue someone like that. There was also the matter that Matthew was not by any definition of the word, “Batman” or qualified to be like him at all. Sure he had similar training to the training that was likely held by the Bat, but that was only because others had involved themselves in his life. It wasn’t skills he had learned on his own, but ones that had been drilled into him, time, and time again. Sadly he didn’t remember half of the skills he was supposed to, which was a shame, at least in Matthew’s eyes. Still he was relearning them, which meant he might stand more than a 0.5% chance of survival, should the individual who had done that grisly murder at his old home show up again.
Checking the wrist guns that he had found, in a crate inside his new place, Matthew checked the devices over. While they were identical to ones back home, that had been wielded by a mercenary Matthew knew there was something...weird about them. Examining them further, he’d look them over, and notice that the bullet - shooting option could be removed, and replaced with one that could fire energy blasts out of it, although it would have less ammo. Ammunition was only part of the problem faced by the youngest of the Mcginnis family. Down in the lower Tiers, Tier Five and Six, the Imperial presence was low. It was like they didn't care about the abundance of the crime down there. Getting back to his seat finally after he had put away the book, Matthew flipped through the next of the books.
"How to make explosives for dummies" was the title of the book he was now reading. While normally he was against the use of explosives, in this case as the criminal he hoped wasn't likely to escape could cleave him in half more than likely, it was best to be prepared with some non-conventional battle tactics.