The Colonel didn't seem very pestered by the blasts that sizzled the air around him.  It seemed that he couldn't have been bothered at all.  He very meticulously sucked in the cindering cigarra, and then extinguished it as everyone was pulling blasters out by putting the lit stem into the cup.  He then reclined back, easy as can be, and let out a huge plume of smoke through his one nostril (his other one didn't actually serve any purpose, seeing as to how half his face had been crushed and burnt).<br/><br/>"I must be in hell," he said to no one in particular.   "Every goddamn idiot around here is talking in Basic Two."  He said this rather dismissively, as he drew the rifle.  He changed the setting from stun to kill.  And then he put it on automatic fire.  He did this as if he was plucking lint from a coat.  Then, he slid out a rechargeable blaster pack from a pocket, and placed it between his teeth.<br/><br/>Two guys.  Thirty shots.  Better have a spare battery pack.  Sixty shots.  Better.