There's a feeling of curiosity from Ibani at his use of the Force on the droid until she realizes what he's doing. She then nods subtly in agreement with his plan.
Harkun snarls at the droid and stretches one hand out toward the offending machine. Force lightning crackles through the air, sizzling and popping. The droid's distressed, pained sounding beeps, whistles and shrieks as the lightning blackens its outer shell and destroys its inner workings are loud in the unnatural silence around them. The citizens of Dromund Kaas are quite accustomed to Sith, but even they aren't used to seeing Force lightning at work. (And, of course, they're hoping that if they're quiet and out of the way none of that will be turned on THEM.)
By the time the droid is a blackened shell on the permacrete, Harkun seems back to his usual self. Nothing like putting someone or something else 'in their place' to restore your own sense of superiority, apparently.
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Date: 2015-02-04 01:21 pm (UTC)Harkun snarls at the droid and stretches one hand out toward the offending machine. Force lightning crackles through the air, sizzling and popping. The droid's distressed, pained sounding beeps, whistles and shrieks as the lightning blackens its outer shell and destroys its inner workings are loud in the unnatural silence around them. The citizens of Dromund Kaas are quite accustomed to Sith, but even they aren't used to seeing Force lightning at work. (And, of course, they're hoping that if they're quiet and out of the way none of that will be turned on THEM.)
By the time the droid is a blackened shell on the permacrete, Harkun seems back to his usual self. Nothing like putting someone or something else 'in their place' to restore your own sense of superiority, apparently.