Beltor "Bell" Cyrus
Dantoonie Temple.
Late in the evening.
It was actually well past midnight, and he was still up. He had been awake for ages at this point and it seemed it would continue ever more.
He had passed his vault trial. Had passed his early teachings and lectures from Braze largely by the fact his doctorate studies had made him very informed on such things.
All he had to do know was construct this saber. He had his own, of course, having dug it out of a wrecked Councilor class frigate some years back and spending a slightly embarrassing amount of money and time getting it working. No, as Braze had told him, he had to build his own. He had insisted on it, saying that the process would a needed step on the path.
He had selected a set of pieces that surprisingly resembled his main saber hilt, opting to build a short saber or "shoto" out of the second. The crystal venture of some time passed had netted him a Corsica gem off the remains of an unlucky adventurer, one who had fallen to the horrid creatures that had made a meal out of.
Yet he had made no progress on it. He had recordings, holocrons, even paper books that told endless stories, accounts, and even technical readouts for the construction of the saber and yet he could not make the pieces fit. More importantly, he had found the gem to be flawed. A minor one, not one he had recognized until he attempted to refine the rough cut gem in to a geometry that'd fit the confines of the shoto's internals.
He had gone to Braze's room aboard the Mudduck and found it empty. He had seemingly left on some high stakes combat mission with a good number of the sect on Dantoonie and wouldn't be back. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He had to get up, had to move.
Sliding back in his chair, he stood facing the desk and his unfinished project. He breathed. Shutting his eyes he dropped to his knees, then his hands. He rolled forwards, shifting the balance of center mass on to his hands as his legs extended up in to the air. Before he settled in to the hand stand, he turned, as his back at been facing the desk and the object of his meditation.
A hand stand was not the hard part, what came next was. He breathed deeply of the evening air, the window having been left open. Slowly, gently, he raised off the palms of his hands until he stood on his finger tips and then, with a shifting of the weight in his core and hips, he brought his right hand off the floor and slowly to his chest, hand held Infront of his face, three fingers folded, pointer kept straight.
He felt it grow then, the twinge in his gut, the pull in the bottom of his stomach. His core kept tight, his shoulders level even while inverted, his feet pointed at the ceiling. He smothered the well of satisfaction as he felt the parts begin gently shake and rise from the desk.
No, not now, not here. He needed to be clear and leveled. Gently, with no small effort, the half assembled shoto took it self apart in slow motion until it was finally broken down in to its constituent parts. He finally sighed, relaxing his pose and coming back to be upright, he stretched and stood.
He held up the Corsica gem to the light of the moon showing through the window and muttered to him self in disappointment. Setting it down he turned to pace the room, his eyes drawn on to the neatly folded robes Braze had left for him some days back. they were nice robes, very nice robes tailored to his frame. Something caught his eye, something that didn't before. Reaching in to the folds, he found a pocket on the inside of the tunic, hidden, expertly sewn in to the lining. It hadn't caught his eye before and he tilted his head in slight confusion as he reached in side to pull out the small object that it held.
Holding it up to the moonlight, it was a crystal, a strange one he really didn't recognize. It was nearly clear, with slight smoke streaks shot through. He held it in his hand as he bent down over his desk to look over his open tome of known saber crystals before coming to an entry in the back of the book.
"Ghostfire...Stars Braze where did you find one of these." A smile grew on his face as he set the crystal down amid the pieces of his shoto. Breathing deeply again, he set in to the same inverted one handed stand again and concentrated. The feeling in his gut returned, different this time. The pieces didn't shake, they didn't tremble. They moved gently and slowly in the air as his mind went through their assembly steps again. Pieces clicked together, high machine tolerances met and cleared as the shoto slid in to its final form with a final click. Beltor opened his eyes and relaxed the pose, a gleam of careful, guarded hope in his eyes as he held the finished shoto.
Holding the small saber aloft, he sent the now some what easier practiced thought command and the blade blinked in to life with...alarmingly little light or sound. The blade gave off almost no light, no real heat, and he could damn near see through its shape as he gently swung it through the air.
He was a tad bit impressed with him self, and he set it down next to his main saber as he thought for a long moment...
Dantoonie Temple.
Late in the evening.
It was actually well past midnight, and he was still up. He had been awake for ages at this point and it seemed it would continue ever more.
He had passed his vault trial. Had passed his early teachings and lectures from Braze largely by the fact his doctorate studies had made him very informed on such things.
All he had to do know was construct this saber. He had his own, of course, having dug it out of a wrecked Councilor class frigate some years back and spending a slightly embarrassing amount of money and time getting it working. No, as Braze had told him, he had to build his own. He had insisted on it, saying that the process would a needed step on the path.
He had selected a set of pieces that surprisingly resembled his main saber hilt, opting to build a short saber or "shoto" out of the second. The crystal venture of some time passed had netted him a Corsica gem off the remains of an unlucky adventurer, one who had fallen to the horrid creatures that had made a meal out of.
Yet he had made no progress on it. He had recordings, holocrons, even paper books that told endless stories, accounts, and even technical readouts for the construction of the saber and yet he could not make the pieces fit. More importantly, he had found the gem to be flawed. A minor one, not one he had recognized until he attempted to refine the rough cut gem in to a geometry that'd fit the confines of the shoto's internals.
He had gone to Braze's room aboard the Mudduck and found it empty. He had seemingly left on some high stakes combat mission with a good number of the sect on Dantoonie and wouldn't be back. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He had to get up, had to move.
Sliding back in his chair, he stood facing the desk and his unfinished project. He breathed. Shutting his eyes he dropped to his knees, then his hands. He rolled forwards, shifting the balance of center mass on to his hands as his legs extended up in to the air. Before he settled in to the hand stand, he turned, as his back at been facing the desk and the object of his meditation.
A hand stand was not the hard part, what came next was. He breathed deeply of the evening air, the window having been left open. Slowly, gently, he raised off the palms of his hands until he stood on his finger tips and then, with a shifting of the weight in his core and hips, he brought his right hand off the floor and slowly to his chest, hand held Infront of his face, three fingers folded, pointer kept straight.
He felt it grow then, the twinge in his gut, the pull in the bottom of his stomach. His core kept tight, his shoulders level even while inverted, his feet pointed at the ceiling. He smothered the well of satisfaction as he felt the parts begin gently shake and rise from the desk.
No, not now, not here. He needed to be clear and leveled. Gently, with no small effort, the half assembled shoto took it self apart in slow motion until it was finally broken down in to its constituent parts. He finally sighed, relaxing his pose and coming back to be upright, he stretched and stood.
He held up the Corsica gem to the light of the moon showing through the window and muttered to him self in disappointment. Setting it down he turned to pace the room, his eyes drawn on to the neatly folded robes Braze had left for him some days back. they were nice robes, very nice robes tailored to his frame. Something caught his eye, something that didn't before. Reaching in to the folds, he found a pocket on the inside of the tunic, hidden, expertly sewn in to the lining. It hadn't caught his eye before and he tilted his head in slight confusion as he reached in side to pull out the small object that it held.
Holding it up to the moonlight, it was a crystal, a strange one he really didn't recognize. It was nearly clear, with slight smoke streaks shot through. He held it in his hand as he bent down over his desk to look over his open tome of known saber crystals before coming to an entry in the back of the book.
"Ghostfire...Stars Braze where did you find one of these." A smile grew on his face as he set the crystal down amid the pieces of his shoto. Breathing deeply again, he set in to the same inverted one handed stand again and concentrated. The feeling in his gut returned, different this time. The pieces didn't shake, they didn't tremble. They moved gently and slowly in the air as his mind went through their assembly steps again. Pieces clicked together, high machine tolerances met and cleared as the shoto slid in to its final form with a final click. Beltor opened his eyes and relaxed the pose, a gleam of careful, guarded hope in his eyes as he held the finished shoto.
Holding the small saber aloft, he sent the now some what easier practiced thought command and the blade blinked in to life with...alarmingly little light or sound. The blade gave off almost no light, no real heat, and he could damn near see through its shape as he gently swung it through the air.
He was a tad bit impressed with him self, and he set it down next to his main saber as he thought for a long moment...
