[ 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. ]

[ Rumble and Clinch are playing holochess. Somehow, Rumble is winning. ] [ No, it's more accurate to say he's BEEN winning. ]

|| 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

" 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...... "

|| 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. ━━━━━━━━━━━━ 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... "

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?!" ____________________________________ ⊚ 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝙾𝙲 ⊚ 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜/𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛/𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 ⊚ 𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝚞𝚗 ⊚ 𝚂𝙵𝚆 ____________________________________ 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.

|| be right back. I am watching Weapons.

I also. Do not WANT to be bossed around to an organic. I like being solo. And Rumble likes being / my / fighter.

Uhh. It's Clinch and Rumble? And we're not for sale.

|| imagine him saying this with the nasally, nerd like voice the pit droids have in Clone Wars...

Ah. I suppose that counts. From my experience, aiming a blaster at them makes them significantly more cooperative.

Wow. That is insane. Did you get your drink?

Quick query; did you, per chance, punch him with your face?

Alright so I guess there's ONE thing that Rumble can't beat and that is. Opening a door. " It's a / really / tough door... "

[ Rumble shook his wrist. He doesn't seem to understand why his wrist blasters stopped...but he goes over to check up on the door. ] [ He turns back to Clinch, dejected. ] " Door stuck... " Rumble, we're supposed to be OPENING the poor old man's box, not blowing it off of it's hinges.

[ Rumble notices this. Looks like he'll need to bring in the big guns. ] " Opening door. " [ He pumps his right fist, takes aim - ] Wait, why're you using your WRIST BLASTER - [ And BLASTS at the door with a couple of powerful shots! ]

Really? Huh. Tell ya what! My humble associate here will give it his best shot, then we can discuss payment afterwards. [ Rumble takes a step forward. ]

I cannot think of ANY droid in this system that can be a match for Rumble. " Uh...I lost to a few, though. " Those guys? They were cheating. They did NOT play fair. I just cannot prove it. " They cheated? " [ Rumble pauses. ] " That's mean... "

That makes no sense, but whatever. I will be happy to assist you for a small fee of 100 credits. There is not a single door in this galaxy Rumble can't open. [ Rumble looks down at Clinch. Clinch looks back, nodding, before Rumble looks back at the man. ] "I open doors."

[ Looking at the old man. Then, looking at the TARDIS. ] I think you are malfunctioning.

What's so important about that box, old humanoid?

Rumble destroyed a droid at the tournament today. I think the guy in charge of that droid was crying. It was reeeally funny.

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[ Pop! ] [ Clinch jumps out of compact form, looking around. ] Hu-wha. What time izzit. ...Oh. It's / late. /

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