Thraxis
The Damn-Forged
A pause. An absence of words poured from him as his eyes almost died. The flare quickly morphing into malice as he his head snapped towards the Droid, "Gun! NOW!" he screamed, his hands dropping to his blasters, drawing them to the door and letting loose a hail of light. His fingers snapping back with ferocity in succession with the triggers, snarling as if he was some sort of caged beast.
"You.... you cannot live.... my name died with.... the Cartel...." he continued to snarl, the droid inching closer and closer the echoing grind of metal along the ground as the droid began to talk, "Sir, I took the eff------ort to clean the gun for you." the robot responded as it struggled, its arms looking ready to snap from the pressure as it inched closer and closer. It was a service droid, not some combatant.
[member="Vax'ildan"] [member="Lady Kay"]
"You.... you cannot live.... my name died with.... the Cartel...." he continued to snarl, the droid inching closer and closer the echoing grind of metal along the ground as the droid began to talk, "Sir, I took the eff------ort to clean the gun for you." the robot responded as it struggled, its arms looking ready to snap from the pressure as it inched closer and closer. It was a service droid, not some combatant.
[member="Vax'ildan"] [member="Lady Kay"]