He thought so, too. Why'd his spit not pick up on anything? But he remembered that rations weren't meant to be super tasty to encourage soldiers not to inhale the lot of it.

"That's weird, I feel kinda... full now." It wasn't satisfying in the slightest, but he felt rather like he'd had lunch about an hour or so ago. Okay, weird space rations. Bravo.

He set the bag down and went to check everything else out. The sleeping bags were dusty, and he shook them off for good measure. They smelled okay, nothing funky-

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It was a long silver object that bounced out of the second bag he'd shaken out. It started to hum for good measure, giving off a distinct vibration.

"...The hell is that?" Lightsaber? No laser. But-