Al chuckled. "You're in luck. This is one of the few pieces of crap on this ship that's actually mine to give. But... Salem usually likes some kind of payment. Umm... tell you what. You just let me take genetic samples of the two of you, and tell me how you ran so fast, and this thing's yours."
He ****ed his head to the side, thinking. "Yeah, I was kinda hoping whoever it is wouldn't make it on the ship... if they do, I can generate a pretty mean hologram. Should be enough to hide you. Just stay here if it happens."
"As for your gun situation..." Al got up and walked to the front of the ship. He smacked the wall, which slid open to reveal a huge cache of weapons from dozens of different worlds. He grabbed a standard-issue Andalite shredder and carried it back to Keshin. "Most of those things are pretty much useless," he said, nodding towards the gun rack. He held the shredder out to Keshin. "You can hang onto this for a while if you like."
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Salem raised an eyebrow at Temrash. He hadn't actually expected him to take him up on the "talking" offer. He finished unstrapping his gun, stood up, and shoved it in his pocket, grip sticking out so he could grab it quickly. He closed his Paladinian knife, but kept the handle in his hand. He twirled it with his left hand as he talked.
He frowned a bit and shook his head. "You're quite the detective, Temrash. Aren't there better things for you to do than chase me around the woods?" He sighed. "Keshin can help me in ways the rest of you can't. I wasn't willing to let the opportunity slip away just because the rest of you are in love with some wench on his hit list." He rolled his shoulders and let out a breath. "Honestly, you guys are one of the more persistent groups I've ever had to deal with. Imperial Yeerks wouldn't have taken as many injuries, mostly because they'd never have come as close to catching Keshin. You gonna let me walk away now?"
His little EM device beeped at him in thought-speak, signaling that it was almost burnt out.