Ferrous has seen some shit. He spent years working as a mechanic on the rim. His primary clientele were the so called "heroes" that would pass through. They go gallivanting all over the galaxy, putting their ship and gear through god knows what (Ferrous...Ferrous knows and he is NOT impressed) then come crying into Ferrous' shop and beg him to fix it all. And then...AND THEN; they have the gall to ask him for a discount because they just "saved the galaxy" or some bullshit. Quite frankly Ferrous has had enough. One day he just walked into his shop, threw together a blaster from random scraps, and sauntered out the door to see what trouble he could get into. Any asshole can pick up a blaster and become a "hero saving the galaxy". They're just not that fucking special; and Ferrous aims to prove it.
to prove that any asshole with a blaster can "save the galaxy". Heroes are not that fucking special...lay off it