CLINCH & RUMBLE!

[ Clinch also pulls out a blaster - this time on Gary. ]

You really should point that thing somewhere else.

[ Rumble looks at the two. Worried for his coach. ]

[ Clinch is dressed up like Yoda. He has the robes and a walking stick. Meanwhile, Rumble has a cheaply made tyrannosaurus rex head stretched around the top of his body. ]

[ Rumble thinks he looks cool. ]

" Woah. "

[ Rumble is: impressed. ]

" You are pretty. "

[ Rumble and Clinch are playing holochess. Somehow, Rumble is winning. ]

[ No, it's more accurate to say he's BEEN winning. ]

|| like This Fucking Guy for example. who is one of my favorite looking guys from the 2003 show

|| a sith or jedi OC is really appealing now that I'm thinking about it. because I can just make a freak and then point and go: That Guy Can Use The Force

[ Their business was just about done, here. ]

" There there. It's okay. "

[ Rumble seemed...genuine, as he comforted the other, before moving him to a dumpster and shoving him in. Butt first. ]

Do not try to mess with us again. Or we will take more than a blaster next time.

[ It looked like the two were moving to leave. ]

|| why he lookin kinda devious here. what's going on in there

I'd get into the droid fighting scene as a fighter myself, but, uh...heh. It'd be unfair. I am too tough for those guys.

[ Rubbing the bottom of his big ol' eye lens. All cocky and shit. ]

" I miss my pincers...... "

|| I still think it's funny how one of these almost bodied anakin in physical combat. they're so cool. i wish we saw more of them....

|| STTs.....one of my favorite fellas......

Yeah, yeah, we don't like problems. Problems are / bad. / Right Rumble?

[ Rumble takes a look at his arm again, moving it around a bit. ]

" Hey. My arm's better. "

[ He seems happy...he then looks back at Clinch. ]

" Uh. Yeah. Problems bad. "

You did not play your cards well.

[ He moves closer and picks it up. An extra blaster never hurt nobody. ]

I will let you off easy. Rumble, can you stuff him in that garbage can over there?

That would be the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Rumble was made by them. He fought in a big war.

They made 'em strong, but, not a whole lot happening up there sometimes.

[ Rumble nods. ]

" I'm kinda stupid. "

Kaedum. Okay. Well to answer your question -

[ The Pit Droid suddenly shoots a shot at Kaedum! But don't worry. The blaster HE has is set to stun. / Dead / bodies are a problem that Clinch doesn't want to deal with. ]

" Uhhhhhhhhhhh. "

[ Rumble turns his attention towards Clinch. He's caught off guard. ]

" This guy's weird. "

I agree. Can I have your name, weird human? You already know who WE are.

" Oh. "

[ Rumble looks down at the blaster. ]

" That is a big difference. "

Hold it right there, human.

[ Now Clinch has HIS blaster trained on Kaedum. ]

Maybe you should reconsider what you are going to do. I would really hate to use this thing on another person.

望.

━━━━━━━━━━━━
𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐉𝐞𝐝𝐢,
𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫
𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞.
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望.

Humans are straaange. Right Rumble?

" Uh huh. Straaaaaaange. "

Creepy droids....

" Heyyy. "

[ Rumble's hand suddenly grabs Kaedum by the back of his shirt and YANKS him up in the air by it! Seems this droid doesn't like it when Clinch gets threatened. ]

" Be nice...Clinch is a really nice droid. "

[ Rumble takes a second to process what just happened, before looking at Clinch. ]

" He touched me... "

[ Clinch groans. ]

You are lucky I do not tell him to break your hand.

[ Rumble takes a look at himself. He seems...mesmerized. ]

" I have been....touched... "

Glad there isn't a whole lot of them around anymore. They had best stay out of our way.

Those Tactical Droids give me the creeps. I dunno. I just do not like the fact that they are smarter than me.

"...Wʜʏ ɪs ᴀɴʏ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ?!"
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⊚ 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙾𝙲
⊚ 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜/𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔
⊚ 𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝚞𝚗
⊚ 𝚂𝙵𝚆
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𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜/𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘 ⇣
↻ & ♡?

Listen, human. Rumble is not fit to be an "independent fighter". He does not have the processing power for that sort of thing.

[ Hands on his hips, big ol' lens staring up at Kaedum. ]

Rumble is my responsibility. He belongs to me. I do not want any other hands touching him.