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Feeling Pathetic
Ripper realized what was coming as the energy build up around him Ripper look at the devises attached to him. they all active at once the charge was intense as it raced through his body his clothing started to smolder from the energy now racing across his body but for some reason his hand that was around Mira throat was not effected he was thrown back as his whole body constricted and almost Seizure like state.
The moment the devices activated on him, Ripper's green eyes went wide and he found himself on the floor in excruciating pain. The lightsaber went flying to the side, bouncing off the floor and cutting at the walls before landing close by. A pained cry escaped him as he clawed at his skin, feeling it and his flesh burning away. "Stop it!" He roared as his eye stopped glowing, the AI subduing within him.
There was only the feeling of pure disgust inside him now as he looked toward Mira. He wanted desperately to apologize for what he could not control.
RED raced on to the room the opposing droid squared off to Ripper. “Ripper! Stop your action at once. Protocol BROVO RED 17-56 will destroy you.” as the droid steps closer “do not resist” the droid said as the droid steps between Ripper and Mira.
Entering sliding to a stop Rowan stands there with a something in his hands. something round device that looks like a grenade. “don’t do this Ripper not worth it!” yells Rowan.
Still enduring the pain, he turned his gaze toward RED-1 and Rowan, black inky blood dripping from his mouth. "I'm not...I'm not resisting...just stop it..." He groaned and gritted his teeth, embarrassed at how pathetic he must seem.
Slowly, though, he was able to stabilize his breathing as all the pain ebbed away and his flesh and skin began to grow back rapidly, only leaving his right arm as pure metal. At this point, he refused to look at anyone, hating how exposed he was now. The scars upon him were a constant reminder of his shameful death.