[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]	[i]Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.[/i] 

	It was taking all of Raynor's focus to [i]not[/i] just focus on the bloody wound in his side. He had to use the Force, reach out with his senses, determine if the way ahead was clear. The battle raging above the planet's surface depended on them. It didn't matter if they lived or died, all that mattered was if they could destroy the power core of this factory. In the shape he was in, Raynor didn't know if he'd be able to escape the factory in time if he destroyed the core, resulting in a violent explosion. [color=d86615]"Do you know how to disable the core, Emzie?"[/color] Raynor asked, even though each word physically hurt to form. 

	He reached ahead with his senses, trying to determine if he detected any lifeforms up ahead. He didn't feel any. There could be droids though. That was one of the pesky things about the clankers - they were slippery when it came to the Force. He could throw them around with the Force all day, but feeling their souls, their presence? It was almost impossible for him. He knew other Jedi were better at it, but he wasn't. Especially not now. 

	He took another breath, bracing himself, before flinging the door open with the Force. His muscles were tensed, ready for a fight, and...

	The room was empty of droids.

	[color=d86615]"Emzie, I don't like this..."[/color] he muttered warily. [color=d86615]"It should be guarded, right?"[/color]