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Taji Nelson

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The armor had been a complete and total flop. Not only had it not worked to do what he had wanted, the quality standard of the armor was not at the level he had wanted. A scowl on his face as he returned to the lab that Tanlab Industries had supplied him, Taji was carrying a mallet. The hammer was slammed into the armor he had made, the spare he had left here for the company owner so that she could use it as she far fit. ".. USELESS HEAP OF JUNK!!!" Taji growled out as he banged the over sized hammer into the armor. Each swing of it hurt, as the hammer was oversized and heavier than he should be wielding. "USELESS CIRCUITS!!" Another slam of the hammer. "Pathetic pile of junk!" A hard light weapon was destroyed by him with the mallet he was swinging around in the place. "Garbage!" His hammer went down on the bow that he had made when he was the Archer on the world of Denon. It was useless now that they had blown his secret identity like many of the inventions he had made. Everything he had ever invented was garbage, crap, bantha poo doo. Really he was frustrated that none of his inventions were good enough. Perhaps it was time he abandoned his mercy and compassion to the galaxy at large.

"Idiocy, the lot of it." Taji lit the bag that was his pocket dimensional storage unit on fire. "I'm done. " He had tears in his eyes, as he collapsed against a wall, crying. The light in his eyes, his hope and his love of inventing was slowly dying out. "I never should've bothered inventing anything. After all the inventions the Galaxy has at large are superior to anything I could ever invent. All my inventions are is substandard trash. "
 

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