He drops to his knees as he’s electrocuted. He starts to lose consciousness. He holds up a hand, attempting to absorb the force lightning.
It overpowers him. "Take him to the special confinement."
He groans as the stormtroopers take him to a cell. He’s gonna need to be tended to if the sith want to use him.
Medical droids swarm him. Giving him bacta to heal and a new hand
As he regains consciousness he looks over the droids at the mysterious sith. “…who…are you?”
The sith removes their crudely made helmet. "I am Thomas. And you jedi?"
He grunts in pain as the droids attach a robotic amputee on his hand. “My name…is Hal Koon…”
Their yellow eyes widen. "So i was correct?"
“I was Plo Koon’s nephew. The Koon clan is one of the largest on Dorin”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
He drops to his knees as he’s electrocuted. He starts to lose consciousness. He holds up a hand, attempting to absorb the force lightning.
It overpowers him. "Take him to the special confinement."
He groans as the stormtroopers take him to a cell. He’s gonna need to be tended to if the sith want to use him.
Medical droids swarm him. Giving him bacta to heal and a new hand
As he regains consciousness he looks over the droids at the mysterious sith. “…who…are you?”
The sith removes their crudely made helmet. "I am Thomas. And you jedi?"
He grunts in pain as the droids attach a robotic amputee on his hand. “My name…is Hal Koon…”
Their yellow eyes widen. "So i was correct?"
“I was Plo Koon’s nephew. The Koon clan is one of the largest on Dorin”
He smiles thinly. "You will make a great apprentice."
“You think I will simply lie down and follow you? I am a Jedi Knight!”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
He drops to his knees as he’s electrocuted. He starts to lose consciousness. He holds up a hand, attempting to absorb the force lightning.
It overpowers him. "Take him to the special confinement."
He groans as the stormtroopers take him to a cell. He’s gonna need to be tended to if the sith want to use him.
Medical droids swarm him. Giving him bacta to heal and a new hand
As he regains consciousness he looks over the droids at the mysterious sith. “…who…are you?”
The sith removes their crudely made helmet. "I am Thomas. And you jedi?"
He grunts in pain as the droids attach a robotic amputee on his hand. “My name…is Hal Koon…”
Their yellow eyes widen. "So i was correct?"
“I was Plo Koon’s nephew. The Koon clan is one of the largest on Dorin”
He smiles thinly. "You will make a great apprentice."
“You think I will simply lie down and follow you? I am a Jedi Knight!”
"I will break your will."
“You will try.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
A Jawa is being lead through the corridors in handcuffs, having been picked up for smuggling mechanical parts through inspections. The small critter jobbers in its native tongue, language unrecognizable to most as it squirms in the cuffs
Force lightning crackles in his hand as he starts to shock them mercilessly
Hal cries in pain but he endures the lightning. The medical droids around him are fried. He uses his new metal hand to conduct the lightning slightly away from his body.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
A Jawa is being lead through the corridors in handcuffs, having been picked up for smuggling mechanical parts through inspections. The small critter jobbers in its native tongue, language unrecognizable to most as it squirms in the cuffs
"Stupid Jawas." a trooper grumbles dragging them along
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Force lightning crackles in his hand as he starts to shock them mercilessly
Hal cries in pain but he endures the lightning. The medical droids around him are fried. He uses his new metal hand to conduct the lightning slightly away from his body.
It works, but not to do much. He continues pouring on the pain
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Force lightning crackles in his hand as he starts to shock them mercilessly
Hal cries in pain but he endures the lightning. The medical droids around him are fried. He uses his new metal hand to conduct the lightning slightly away from his body.
It works, but not to do much. He continues pouring on the pain
His screams grow louder, until he can take no more. Smoke is coming off his body. “I WILL LEARN UNDER YOU. MAKE IT STOP”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
R2-F7 slams the helmet into the trooper's head, trying to just get this guy to fall unconscious.
22
The guy goes unconcious
R2-F7 runs over the trooper's neck, killing him. Then, he takes the trooper's comlink, inserting it into a slot in his head. R2-F7 leaves his cell, and searches for a computer terminal.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
Force lightning crackles in his hand as he starts to shock them mercilessly
Hal cries in pain but he endures the lightning. The medical droids around him are fried. He uses his new metal hand to conduct the lightning slightly away from his body.
It works, but not to do much. He continues pouring on the pain
His screams grow louder, until he can take no more. Smoke is coming off his body. “I WILL LEARN UNDER YOU. MAKE IT STOP”
He shuts off the lightning, smiling. "Good good." a few new medical droids coming and start tending to them
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
R2-F7 slams the helmet into the trooper's head, trying to just get this guy to fall unconscious.
22
The guy goes unconcious
R2-F7 runs over the trooper's neck, killing him. Then, he takes the trooper's comlink, inserting it into a slot in his head. R2-F7 leaves his cell, and searches for a computer terminal.
The cell door is still shut
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A Jawa is being lead through the corridors in handcuffs, having been picked up for smuggling mechanical parts through inspections. The small critter jobbers in its native tongue, language unrecognizable to most as it squirms in the cuffs
"Stupid Jawas." a trooper grumbles dragging them along
The creature jabbers at him angrily at his comment, light enough to be dragged despite it's protests
A Jawa is being lead through the corridors in handcuffs, having been picked up for smuggling mechanical parts through inspections. The small critter jobbers in its native tongue, language unrecognizable to most as it squirms in the cuffs
"Stupid Jawas." a trooper grumbles dragging them along
The creature jabbers at him angrily at his comment, light enough to be dragged despite it's protests
They open a cell door and toss them inside, taking off the cuffs
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Force lightning crackles in his hand as he starts to shock them mercilessly
Hal cries in pain but he endures the lightning. The medical droids around him are fried. He uses his new metal hand to conduct the lightning slightly away from his body.
It works, but not to do much. He continues pouring on the pain
His screams grow louder, until he can take no more. Smoke is coming off his body. “I WILL LEARN UNDER YOU. MAKE IT STOP”
He shuts off the lightning, smiling. "Good good." a few new medical droids coming and start tending to them
He pants. “I am a coward. I will be a sith on one condition, you allow me to spare Jedi I find and capture. We can disarm them and hold them captive. Just spare their lives…”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Force lightning crackles in his hand as he starts to shock them mercilessly
Hal cries in pain but he endures the lightning. The medical droids around him are fried. He uses his new metal hand to conduct the lightning slightly away from his body.
It works, but not to do much. He continues pouring on the pain
His screams grow louder, until he can take no more. Smoke is coming off his body. “I WILL LEARN UNDER YOU. MAKE IT STOP”
He shuts off the lightning, smiling. "Good good." a few new medical droids coming and start tending to them
He pants. “I am a coward. I will be a sith on one condition, you allow me to spare Jedi I find and capture. We can disarm them and hold them captive. Just spare their lives…”
"As you wish, my apprentice."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
R2-F7 slams the helmet into the trooper's head, trying to just get this guy to fall unconscious.
22
The guy goes unconcious
R2-F7 runs over the trooper's neck, killing him. Then, he takes the trooper's comlink, inserting it into a slot in his head. R2-F7 leaves his cell, and searches for a computer terminal.
The cell door is still shut
He grabs the trooper's data cylinders as well, and the key that the trooper used to get in. He uses the key to unlock his cell, and then searches for a computer terminal.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
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Their yellow eyes widen. "So i was correct?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I was Plo Koon’s nephew. The Koon clan is one of the largest on Dorin”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
He smiles thinly. "You will make a great apprentice."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You think I will simply lie down and follow you? I am a Jedi Knight!”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"I will break your will."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You will try.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
Force lightning crackles in his hand as he starts to shock them mercilessly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I HAVE FIGURED OUT MY CHARACTER >:D*
A Jawa is being lead through the corridors in handcuffs, having been picked up for smuggling mechanical parts through inspections. The small critter jobbers in its native tongue, language unrecognizable to most as it squirms in the cuffs
Hal cries in pain but he endures the lightning. The medical droids around him are fried. He uses his new metal hand to conduct the lightning slightly away from his body.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"Stupid Jawas." a trooper grumbles dragging them along
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It works, but not to do much. He continues pouring on the pain
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
His screams grow louder, until he can take no more. Smoke is coming off his body. “I WILL LEARN UNDER YOU. MAKE IT STOP”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
R2-F7 runs over the trooper's neck, killing him. Then, he takes the trooper's comlink, inserting it into a slot in his head. R2-F7 leaves his cell, and searches for a computer terminal.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
He shuts off the lightning, smiling. "Good good." a few new medical droids coming and start tending to them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The cell door is still shut
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The creature jabbers at him angrily at his comment, light enough to be dragged despite it's protests
They open a cell door and toss them inside, taking off the cuffs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He pants. “I am a coward. I will be a sith on one condition, you allow me to spare Jedi I find and capture. We can disarm them and hold them captive. Just spare their lives…”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"As you wish, my apprentice."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He grabs the trooper's data cylinders as well, and the key that the trooper used to get in. He uses the key to unlock his cell, and then searches for a computer terminal.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."