[hr][hr][center][h3][b][i][color=d86615]Raynor Blake, Jedi Knight[/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[color=6ecff6][i]21 pts (Light-Side)[/i][/color][/center][hr][hr]	[color=d86615]"You also don't seem to have much of a sense of humor,"[/color] Raynor noted. Droids often were a little stiff, especially ones that were frequently wiped, as they didn't have as much time to develop personality quirks. But Raynor had a feeling that this was likely as quirky as Emzie would ever get - that this [i]was[/i] the droid's natural and true personality. It could be fun to mess with Emzie for a while, but eventually, it'd grow old. 

	He mentally shook himself. [i]Focus. Clear your mind.[/i] Raynor's lightsaber arced through the air, slicing one of the droids in half. Another droid fired off a shot at the same time though, a cosmic stroke of misfortune, and the blaster fire hit Raynor in the right arm. He winced, only barely healed from the injuries that had landed him in the bacta tank in the first place. [color=d86615]"Dammit,"[/color] Raynor cursed.