DarthGrinn
4th Level Red Feather
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[...moments later, DarthGrinn limped back into the room. His robes were tattered, and he had several bruises, bumps, and scratch marks scattered across his body. "Those furry little bastards will be the death of me yet" He grunted. "But I sure showed them. Nobody gets the drop on Grin..." No sooner did his self-congratulatory remarks escaped his lips, than a giant droid appeared. Standing seven feet tall, and massively built, with four arms and four legs, he paused long enough for Grinn's hubris to melt into dread before scampering towards him at a lightning pace.
Designated TK-L0L, the droid was built for one purpose only. To eradicate all remaining Force wielders. Designed to overpower with brute force, TK-L0L was also equipped to strike his prey where it hurts the most: at their ability to focus.
Grinn needed a split second to collect himself, barely dodging the four tentacles that bore down upon where he stood, moments ago. The crater that TK-L0L's attack could have been him. "Not today!" Grinn shouted, as he gathered his focus. TK-L0L lunged again, swiping at thin air. Grinn was already airborn, activating his saber with a snap-hiss. Without missing a beat, TK-L0L pivoted, and aimed his four tentacles right where he calculated Grinn would land. The Sith managed to avoid the droid's attack, leaping again in an attempt to initiate a counter-attack of his own. Grinn's confidence surged for a brief moment before panic set in. He barely registered an ice-cold grip around his right ankle as he was in the apex of his force-jump. With vice-like strength, he was torn from his flight, like a rag-doll, and viciously slammed right into the ground. A single light sabre rattled across the floor, and wedged itself under a nearby rock...
The hapless Sith's luck had just run out. "Well isn't this a pickle..." He thought, as his vision faded. He could feel his consciousness slip away, just as the pre-tickle anxiety began to consume his stomach, which was being poked and prodded by TK-L0L's retractible tentacles. Grinn looked away towards where his sabre lay, and felt as if it was mocking his predicament. The battered Sith smiled wearily, as his eyes began to flutter shut. His last waking moments were spent praying that he would never wake up...]
Designated TK-L0L, the droid was built for one purpose only. To eradicate all remaining Force wielders. Designed to overpower with brute force, TK-L0L was also equipped to strike his prey where it hurts the most: at their ability to focus.
Grinn needed a split second to collect himself, barely dodging the four tentacles that bore down upon where he stood, moments ago. The crater that TK-L0L's attack could have been him. "Not today!" Grinn shouted, as he gathered his focus. TK-L0L lunged again, swiping at thin air. Grinn was already airborn, activating his saber with a snap-hiss. Without missing a beat, TK-L0L pivoted, and aimed his four tentacles right where he calculated Grinn would land. The Sith managed to avoid the droid's attack, leaping again in an attempt to initiate a counter-attack of his own. Grinn's confidence surged for a brief moment before panic set in. He barely registered an ice-cold grip around his right ankle as he was in the apex of his force-jump. With vice-like strength, he was torn from his flight, like a rag-doll, and viciously slammed right into the ground. A single light sabre rattled across the floor, and wedged itself under a nearby rock...
The hapless Sith's luck had just run out. "Well isn't this a pickle..." He thought, as his vision faded. He could feel his consciousness slip away, just as the pre-tickle anxiety began to consume his stomach, which was being poked and prodded by TK-L0L's retractible tentacles. Grinn looked away towards where his sabre lay, and felt as if it was mocking his predicament. The battered Sith smiled wearily, as his eyes began to flutter shut. His last waking moments were spent praying that he would never wake up...]
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