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Something shifted in the Force, and a warning reverberated through it. Danger! the padawan’s senses screamed, and he jumped back, lightsaber flying off his belt and into his hand as he scanned the bathroom warily for the unknown threat. All he could glean of it was near and imminent, which wasn’t much information at all.
Not a beat later, the sink exploded.
A high pressure jet of water spurted from the wreckage, passing through the space where the padawan had just been standing.
It was a relief, but it was a bit anticlimactic, too. That was all? Just faulty plumbing?