A puff of smoke escalated into the ether, and Husk emerged from the shadowy recess wherein he stood.  One hand was on his blaster.  That lethal device was a toy to a man like Husk.  And he spun it within his palm here and there.  His right eye glimmered, shifted and processed; it was his biological eye.  That cybernetic monstrosity gouged into his eye socket did nothing.  It never did a damned thing.<br/><br/>"Name's Husk," he said to Maria.<br/><br/>That was it.  He didn't say anything else.