Grozurra
Armored Wookiee
Location: In the Jungle, the Mighty Jungle
Mission: Catcher in the Rye
Allies: Mandobrorians
(#7/20)
Grozurra roared in anger and frustration. He roared in defiance of his inability to murder the rebels as he had been ordered to do. But more importantly, he roared at himself for being unable to utilize the force as his one-time master would have been able to. In his anger and frustration, Grozurra abandoned focus upon the targets and upon the paths. He abandoned focus upon the woods and the creatures within. He abandoned focus upon himself and his muscles. In his frustration and determination, Grozurra instead focused his attention upon the bullets. He focused upon the bullets in the barrel, the few that remained, and focused on those that rushed through the gun and away from himself. He focused the whole of his attention upon the energy enveloped bullets that raced upward into the sky. He felt each of them streak through the force on their way from him. He felt them all, and he pushed them down.
With anger and determination, he pushed all of the moving bullets down at once. He cared not where they landed or what they went through to get there. The wookiee simply demanded that each bullet bend and return towards the earth, and so they complied.
Vaguely, he was aware of a distant feeling of shock and pain as bullets rained down upon the backs of cowering rebel survivors. Grozurra continued to hold down the trigger until a series of clicks marked that the drum was finally empty. The wookiee stood in a ruined section of forest, a corridor of death before him, and listened to the clicking of his gun.
It was over. The rebels were all dead.
Mission: Catcher in the Rye
Allies: Mandobrorians
(#7/20)
Grozurra roared in anger and frustration. He roared in defiance of his inability to murder the rebels as he had been ordered to do. But more importantly, he roared at himself for being unable to utilize the force as his one-time master would have been able to. In his anger and frustration, Grozurra abandoned focus upon the targets and upon the paths. He abandoned focus upon the woods and the creatures within. He abandoned focus upon himself and his muscles. In his frustration and determination, Grozurra instead focused his attention upon the bullets. He focused upon the bullets in the barrel, the few that remained, and focused on those that rushed through the gun and away from himself. He focused the whole of his attention upon the energy enveloped bullets that raced upward into the sky. He felt each of them streak through the force on their way from him. He felt them all, and he pushed them down.
With anger and determination, he pushed all of the moving bullets down at once. He cared not where they landed or what they went through to get there. The wookiee simply demanded that each bullet bend and return towards the earth, and so they complied.
Vaguely, he was aware of a distant feeling of shock and pain as bullets rained down upon the backs of cowering rebel survivors. Grozurra continued to hold down the trigger until a series of clicks marked that the drum was finally empty. The wookiee stood in a ruined section of forest, a corridor of death before him, and listened to the clicking of his gun.
It was over. The rebels were all dead.