As it turns out, kevlar doesn't do well against energy-based weapon blasts at point-blank range. It's awful hard to dodge when one is throwing oneself onto swords, literal and otherwise, every time one is provided.
"Eh, not their fault I was just an untrained civilian." Not that the military training actually helped him die any less, mind. In fact, Daniel's pretty sure his rate of death increased after he got lessons on how to reload and fire a P-90, because the universe is just like that he supposes.
"I was thinking of stopping off," he says in a spectacularly ungraceful shift of subject. "Maybe for some always-necessary caffeinated stimulus, though maybe to find a room. You...don't have any place to stay, do you?" Daniel's gathered as much, but it seems polite to phrase it in the form of a question.
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"Eh, not their fault I was just an untrained civilian." Not that the military training actually helped him die any less, mind. In fact, Daniel's pretty sure his rate of death increased after he got lessons on how to reload and fire a P-90, because the universe is just like that he supposes.
"I was thinking of stopping off," he says in a spectacularly ungraceful shift of subject. "Maybe for some always-necessary caffeinated stimulus, though maybe to find a room. You...don't have any place to stay, do you?" Daniel's gathered as much, but it seems polite to phrase it in the form of a question.