<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/37/75/40/377540be9e9132f93272cc50617f9133.jpg)</div>(https://i.imgur.com/2rDOahu.png)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/q6VUXVO.png)<br/><br/><br/><br/>Hanta watched the pink human approach.  She too, it seemed, misunderstood.  "I do not sell weapons,"  Hanta said.  "Not exactly.  I refurbish and sell damaged weapons, vehicles and droids.  I also modify and customize the vehicles and weapons.  Droids too but only the body.  Can't figure the programming."<br/><br/>The pink human smelled very nice, almost nice enough to make up for the fact that her face was almost as smooth as an egg shell.  It made him want to be nice to her.  "Take your blaster, for example. It is far too big for your hands, not for any reason other than it is mass produced.  A customer built weapon would be faster to draw, would sit more comfortably in your grip and would make you a more consistent shot.  The problem with custom weapons is that they are very expensive and a take a long time to mill.  There is an old saying.  You can have it good, you can have it fast or you can have it cheap.  Pick any two."<br/><br/>Hanta shrugged, offering Jana a chair.  "Would you like a drink?  I'd recommend the Ithorian wine.  Or does the fact that I do not sell weapons of mass destruction over the counter mean you will be moving on?"