Jedi Blaster Pistol

[Matthias777]

[Fallon Kell]

[Naaman]

[CRMcNeill]

One thing that comes to mind in the science fiction universe is Joachim Steuben in the Hammer's Slammer's series. In addition to being deadly accurate and fast as a steel trap with a pistol, Joachim is most definitely gay, and possesses the stereotypical fashion sense attributed to homosexual men. This sense of style extends to his weapon:

"Just as Joachim's uniform was of a synthetic sleeker and less rugged than Hammer's, his sidearm was hunched high on his right hip in a holster cut away to display the artistry of what it gripped. No weapon in the lounge...matched that of the Newlander for gorgeous detail. The receiver of the standard service pistol...had been gilded and carven by someone with a penchant for fleshy orchids. The stems and leaves had been filled with niello while the veins remained in gold tracery. The petals themselves were formed from a breathtakingly purple alloy of copper and gold. It was hard for anyone who glanced at it to realize that such a work of art was still, beneath its chasing, a lethal weapon."

We play in a universe where appearance and "coolness" is very much a motivating factor. While a "Jedi blaster pistol" would be unlikely to be so extravagantly decorated in a manner described above, there are plenty of others in the galaxy who would be more than willing to turn a weapon into a unique piece of art without sacrificing any functionality. After all, it is with the weapon described above that Joachim does this:

"You foul beast!" says the officer and his pistol turns toward the aide of its own seeming will. The enlisted men wait, uncertain.

"Me, Colonel Raeder?" Joachim's voice lilts. He is raising the tray and it arcs away from his body in a gentle movement that catches Raeder's eyes for the instant that the Newlander's right hand dips and - a cyan flash from Joachim's pistol links the two men. Raeder's mouth is open but silent. His eyeballs are bulging out from the pressure of exploding nerve tissue. There is a hole between them, and it winks twice more in the flash of Joachim's shots. Two spent cases hang in the air to the Newlander's right; a third is jammed, smeared across his pistol's ejection port. None of the Guardsmen have begun to fall, though a gout of blood pours from the neck of the right-hand man.

It is two-fifths of a second from the moment Joachim reached for his pistol.

Just like a samurai's katana, a work of art can still be deadly functional and stylishly beautiful at the same time.
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