[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]	Raynor lunged forward somewhat recklessly with his blade, hoping to cleanly slice through the droid and end this conflict. His body felt like every nerve ending was on fire, screaming at him to take a beat, to catch his breath, to rest. But there wasn't time. And his body wasn't his own. He was a Jedi, he served the Republic, and he would die serving the Republic if that was what it took. His wild swing was a wild miss, and it left him open and vulnerable, as the droid shot him in the side. 

	Raynor clutched his side, wheezing. The droid fired off another shot and it missed him, going wide. It might've been stupid, and it was a technique that Raynor had not even tried to study properly, but he threw his blade at the droid. The Force must've been with him in that moment though, as the blade skewered the droid and it crumpled to the ground, useless. Raynor staggered to the side, leaning against the hallway, the hand clutching the blaster wound damp with blood.

	[color=d86615]"You - lead,"[/color] he choked out, holding out a shaking hand to recall his lightsaber to him. [color=d86615]"We ride or die for the Republic."[/color]