He sat on the old stone slab, covered in lichen, and studied the eerie glow of the corrupted geode in his hand, measuring it, committing its size to the myriad computations of shapes, sizes and functionalities. No-one living had his proficiency with hyper-energy projection comparable to his, and he had burned through many Jedhan kybers to acquire these insights. The test before him was not the ultimate,but it was not insignificant.
Cousin Thrawn had told him of Lord Vader, and how he had been handling the lightsabre. He had seen the Sith Lord himself on several occasions but had never drawn his attention, and had never seen him fighting, so all of it was just a series of mental images. But between photographic memories of two Chiss little was lost in translation. He could portray it vividly, the Sith Lord parrying and slashing his way through opposition. He understood the purpose of the moves of his form, he felt he could replicate them if he was holding the weapon. They were mercilessly calculated, cogent, appealing to how he was. But they lacked some elegance he required of himself, an aristocratic sheen. He would immediately recognise it in the duelling style of Lord Tyranus had he ever seen the Count of Serenno in combat. He shared Dooku's sense of dignified superiority. There was a lot to discover about himself and his aptitudes once the weapon would find himself in his hands.
The work was a blur that consumed the sense of time. His determination fuelled its meticulousness and precision, and when the Dark Side manifested its availability, he tapped into it without reservation, mobilising everything toward a singular end. This was not a solution of any quantum conundrum, nor the theory of everything, not a dissecting study of how medichorians operate. But it was something palpable, his touch with the world inaccessible to mental pariahs, a touch of divinity he would say were he not firmly agnostic. On the other hand, there were no other gods than sentients assuming commanding place in galactic causality.
The shape began to emerge from the processed alloys. Impervium-layered ignition chamber in a durtanium chassis, curved asymmetrically to rest better in his hands and pass from one to another quickly, vertical sockets for modular improvements, particle accelerator, converter, veloci-optics. He used pressurising nanites from the spanner to increase integrity of the emerging form. The design was as careful as if he would be building a miniature starship that could withstand the hazards of the void. The experience was transcendent, part of his biology simply didn't interfere, it was just his brain on energy spike pumped intensively by medichlorians into his bloodstream. It was depleting, exhausting, but never would he swerve from this path until his work was complete.
He had always been like this. What he was becoming through his creation was more of himself.
And then, at some collapse of the most important wave function, it was ready. The geode was inserted, the chassis of curved, precise lightfoil was sealed and a tap ignited it. Ominous red flame rose before Sharn, sundering darkness in half, and its glow was like that of his eyes. Some would make a dramatic proclamation toward the darkness in circumstances like this, but he had no need of it. His superiority was vindicated by the beam in his hand.
LE6+. Superior Hilt Creation! Precision Lightsabre. Manipulate. Hydrospanner Advantage. Intelligent Toolbox.: 2eP+3eA+1eF+2eD 2 successes, 2 advantage, 1 Dark Side
[Flipping Destiny to use Dark Pips for Advantage (Conflict and Strain x2), Using Eye for Detail to convert a Success into Advantage --> 6 Advantages toward Customisable & Personalised Design; Precision Lightsabre Ready. Attaching Corrupted Crystal: Free Mod: CR -1, Attaching Curved Hilt with Defensive 1]
But this was not the end of it. It was the very beginning. He rose and began to seek excellence in what he would learn to be the Way of the Mynnock. Carefully at first, with each swing acceleration and precision were ingraining themselves in his muscle memory.
[Soresu Defender Spec for 40 xp]
