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
It takes a second to recover from being tossed, looking around it's cell as it dusts itself off
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."
*Do you want me to mod now that I play someone on your side? I can help rp stormtroopers and stuff*
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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.
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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.
There is a small computer down the hall
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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…”
"As you wish, my apprentice."
*Do you want me to mod now that I play someone on your side? I can help rp stormtroopers and stuff*
*oh gods please. that would be great*
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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
They open a cell door and toss them inside, taking off the cuffs
It takes a second to recover from being tossed, looking around it's cell as it dusts itself off
The cell is rather small, a trooper now on guard
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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…”
"As you wish, my apprentice."
*Do you want me to mod now that I play someone on your side? I can help rp stormtroopers and stuff*
”I will need a new lightsaber.” He says as he gets up from the ground, fidgeting with his hand.
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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."
*Do you want me to mod now that I play someone on your side? I can help rp stormtroopers and stuff*
”I will need a new lightsaber.” He says as he gets up from the ground, fidgeting with his hand.
*please :) *
"We will get you one in due time."
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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
They open a cell door and toss them inside, taking off the cuffs
It takes a second to recover from being tossed, looking around it's cell as it dusts itself off
The cell is rather small, a trooper now on guard
It sits on the floor after a moment, rustling around in its cloak
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
It takes a second to recover from being tossed, looking around it's cell as it dusts itself off
The cell is rather small, a trooper now on guard
It sits on the floor after a moment, rustling around in its cloak
"So, whatcha in for?" the trooper says, using a translator
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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
They open a cell door and toss them inside, taking off the cuffs
It takes a second to recover from being tossed, looking around it's cell as it dusts itself off
The cell is rather small, a trooper now on guard
It sits on the floor after a moment, rustling around in its cloak
"So, whatcha in for?" the trooper says, using a translator
It jabbers at him, not realizing it's translated, "As if you would understand. I was just moving parts around and you crazies grabbed me!" It grumbles
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
It takes a second to recover from being tossed, looking around it's cell as it dusts itself off
The cell is rather small, a trooper now on guard
It sits on the floor after a moment, rustling around in its cloak
"So, whatcha in for?" the trooper says, using a translator
It jabbers at him, not realizing it's translated, "As if you would understand. I was just moving parts around and you crazies grabbed me!" It grumbles
"illegal parts."
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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
They open a cell door and toss them inside, taking off the cuffs
It takes a second to recover from being tossed, looking around it's cell as it dusts itself off
The cell is rather small, a trooper now on guard
It sits on the floor after a moment, rustling around in its cloak
"So, whatcha in for?" the trooper says, using a translator
It jabbers at him, not realizing it's translated, "As if you would understand. I was just moving parts around and you crazies grabbed me!" It grumbles
"illegal parts."
It pauses, noting the translator and starting to pick it's words more wisely, "To some. I simply provide what people need"
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."
*Do you want me to mod now that I play someone on your side? I can help rp stormtroopers and stuff*
”I will need a new lightsaber.” He says as he gets up from the ground, fidgeting with his hand.
*please :) *
"We will get you one in due time."
Hal takes off his Jedi robes. “I won’t be needing these. I will head into the halls and care for the troopers, master.”
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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.
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.
There is a small computer down the hall
R2-F7 is going to use the data cylinders (which act like keys for the computer systems) and locate the weapons that were taken from him.
If needed: 31
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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.
*Looks like Theren isn’t on rn so i can continue some rps as I am now a mod. Anybody down?*
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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.
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.
There is a small computer down the hall
R2-F7 is going to use the data cylinders (which act like keys for the computer systems) and locate the weapons that were taken from him.
If needed: 21
The weapons are located in the Special Confinement Unit. As R2 is hacking the computer, he hears the sound of a lightsaber ignite. “My Master won’t mind if I use his blade. You took care of quite a few troopers, droid.”
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
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
It takes a second to recover from being tossed, looking around it's cell as it dusts itself off
The cell is rather small, a trooper now on guard
It sits on the floor after a moment, rustling around in its cloak
"So, whatcha in for?" the trooper says, using a translator
It jabbers at him, not realizing it's translated, "As if you would understand. I was just moving parts around and you crazies grabbed me!" It grumbles
"illegal parts."
It pauses, noting the translator and starting to pick it's words more wisely, "To some. I simply provide what people need"
*I can stand in for theren if you want unless you’re rewriting this character*
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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 tenses a bit and bears his teeth in frustration. "I've been moving this whole time, mister."
"Then keep the pace goin." he growls
He stays quiet, and decides to wait for a better time to escape.
The guard pushes them into a cell and locks the door behind them
He leans his face against the bars dejectedly. He wants desperately to escape, but doesn't have much to help him. Besides his species ability to see small flashes of the near future, he has nothing.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
He tenses a bit and bears his teeth in frustration. "I've been moving this whole time, mister."
"Then keep the pace goin." he growls
He stays quiet, and decides to wait for a better time to escape.
The guard pushes them into a cell and locks the door behind them
He leans his face against the bars dejectedly. He wants desperately to escape, but doesn't have much to help him. Besides his species ability to see small flashes of the near future, he has nothing.
After a couple hours a stormtrooper brings him a tray of poly starch portion bread and a cartoon of strange milk. “Take it or leave it. I’m on cleaning duty, so don’t throw it up.”
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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.
TRON LIVES
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It takes a second to recover from being tossed, looking around it's cell as it dusts itself off
*Do you want me to mod now that I play someone on your side? I can help rp stormtroopers and stuff*
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
There is a small computer down the hall
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*oh gods please. that would be great*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The cell is rather small, a trooper now on guard
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Do you want me to mod now that I play someone on your side? I can help rp stormtroopers and stuff*
”I will need a new lightsaber.” He says as he gets up from the ground, fidgeting with his hand.
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
*please :) *
"We will get you one in due time."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It sits on the floor after a moment, rustling around in its cloak
"So, whatcha in for?" the trooper says, using a translator
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It jabbers at him, not realizing it's translated, "As if you would understand. I was just moving parts around and you crazies grabbed me!" It grumbles
"illegal parts."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It pauses, noting the translator and starting to pick it's words more wisely, "To some. I simply provide what people need"
Hal takes off his Jedi robes. “I won’t be needing these. I will head into the halls and care for the troopers, master.”
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 is going to use the data cylinders (which act like keys for the computer systems) and locate the weapons that were taken from him.
If needed: 31
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."
*I'm considering changing my jawa's class already, engineer just doesn't function with the character builder I'm using TwT*
*mostly just cause the builder fills in nothing on its own unlike the ddb one*
*Looks like Theren isn’t on rn so i can continue some rps as I am now a mod. Anybody down?*
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
The weapons are located in the Special Confinement Unit. As R2 is hacking the computer, he hears the sound of a lightsaber ignite. “My Master won’t mind if I use his blade. You took care of quite a few troopers, droid.”
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 can stand in for theren if you want unless you’re rewriting this character*
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 leans his face against the bars dejectedly. He wants desperately to escape, but doesn't have much to help him. Besides his species ability to see small flashes of the near future, he has nothing.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
After a couple hours a stormtrooper brings him a tray of poly starch portion bread and a cartoon of strange milk. “Take it or leave it. I’m on cleaning duty, so don’t throw it up.”
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