Shepard cocks her head thoughtfully at the odd turn of phrase; this star. Poetic, in a way, like how the ancients used to think Mars and the other planets were stars, or gods, and named them such. Or maybe he just didn't know what he was talking about.
Not the point, in either case, but it stuck out.
"Technology here's often pretty crude by comparison to a lot of what I'm used to," Shepard conceded, turning to follow Elidibus' glance over the glittering array, "Most of it's hand-crafted, even if it's mass-produced, for one. Economies of scale are always gonna tell. But they've got other ways of working to make up for it."
The formalities thus satisfied, Shepard picks up an example of the kind of black-powder rifle one might find amongst the Free Cities military, and offers it to Elidibus by way of example.
"Different tech for different people, I guess. Doesn't have to be elegant, what matters is whatever gets the job done."
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Not the point, in either case, but it stuck out.
"Technology here's often pretty crude by comparison to a lot of what I'm used to," Shepard conceded, turning to follow Elidibus' glance over the glittering array, "Most of it's hand-crafted, even if it's mass-produced, for one. Economies of scale are always gonna tell. But they've got other ways of working to make up for it."
The formalities thus satisfied, Shepard picks up an example of the kind of black-powder rifle one might find amongst the Free Cities military, and offers it to Elidibus by way of example.
"Different tech for different people, I guess. Doesn't have to be elegant, what matters is whatever gets the job done."