[b]He continues to walk, when a great yell emanates from a nearby ruined house. A clearly deranged man in tribal paintings runs at Gerald with a broken bottle. A large revolver— nay, a handheld cannon materializes in the droid's hand as he points it at the man and pulls the trigger. The man's head explodes in a great many chunks before the cannon fades from existence once more.[/b] ...///FORGIVE THE INTERRUPTION— RESISTANCE FORCES REFUSE TO DISSIPATE. JUST ANOTHER POPULACE DOOMED TO Vulcan's WRATH, I SUPPOSE.