"Me, well im a Pope. One of Doc's popes to be precise. Moved out here from Baffin."
He turns back to his drink, and as if he read the mind of the other zoner, answers the unspoken assumption. "Judging from the look on your face, you figure im the owner of the battleaxe. Well i am, along with all the other weapons with it."
Skarsi stands up, flexes his muscles and then sits back down. " Right now, you'll be wondering why all the weapons?. Well, with the way things are and the corsairs trying to impose their rule on the planet you can never be too careful. Seeing as ive just come for a few drinks, i left the power armor at home."
Skarsi turns back towards the zoner."Speaking of home, where are you staying on GC?"