Sethra
Member
XR flew into the wall. Multiple armor pieces fell off, smoke coming from them. A rusted brown color now covered his left arm, his right leg, and almost his entire back, where the armor came apart. His lights flickered, dimming to nothing. He heard what Darth Erebos said, but it was blurry.
He woke up, finding his master speaking again with [member="Naga Itesak"] and [member="Khiltran"] once more.
XR-617 got up. Should he have known that they were a fortune to create? He misunderstood what [member="Darth Erebos"] meant when he allowed the droid to take on the Zuguruk. Apparently, he did something wrong. He could not know this, however. A sense of failure or shame was not a part of him, but there was nothing he could really do. "Yes... sir..."
He knew he would be yelled at as soon as he said it. There was no doubt. He put away the cron, exiting the room. He was confused.
The other apprentices attacked the Zuguruk, didn't they? "Perhaps I came on too strong..." The red lights on his head dimmed. He wasn't doing anything right, and he didn't know why. He was a disaster out on the plains with T'zanith. And now he was showing that he wasn't worthy of being an apprentice of Darth Erebos here. He didn't feel cut out to be an underling of T'zanith. His place was the scrapyard. A semi-shining, silver pile of scraps among tons of others. He shut down, falling on his face.
He woke up, finding his master speaking again with [member="Naga Itesak"] and [member="Khiltran"] once more.
XR-617 got up. Should he have known that they were a fortune to create? He misunderstood what [member="Darth Erebos"] meant when he allowed the droid to take on the Zuguruk. Apparently, he did something wrong. He could not know this, however. A sense of failure or shame was not a part of him, but there was nothing he could really do. "Yes... sir..."
He knew he would be yelled at as soon as he said it. There was no doubt. He put away the cron, exiting the room. He was confused.
The other apprentices attacked the Zuguruk, didn't they? "Perhaps I came on too strong..." The red lights on his head dimmed. He wasn't doing anything right, and he didn't know why. He was a disaster out on the plains with T'zanith. And now he was showing that he wasn't worthy of being an apprentice of Darth Erebos here. He didn't feel cut out to be an underling of T'zanith. His place was the scrapyard. A semi-shining, silver pile of scraps among tons of others. He shut down, falling on his face.
