Private A Lightsaber and a Lesson

[Diarch Reign]

Location: Korriban, Landing platforms
Tags: Gavin Vel Naamino Zuukamano Lady Nocturne

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Reign stood at the open ramp of his Lambda shuttle. His daughters and wife Lady Nocturne standing by his side.

He had summoned the acolytes Gavin Vel and Naamino Zuukamano to fulfill a promise he had made to them during their first meeting, the acolytes had impressed him, and he would honor his oath to take them to build their lightsabers.

This still would not be easy for them, the synthetic crystals they were to create required a very special machine and intense meditation, and the planet the Dark Lord had chosen for this, would provide its own challenges.

Nathema; a cold, dead world, was once the home of the Sith Lord Darth Vitiate, who would decimate the planet in his quest for power. The Diarch had only stepped foot on the planet himself once. A barren rock devoid of even the force upon its surface, unnerving and silent.

He turned to his wife while they waited saying “I hope they are prepared, this quest will not be easy.”

Nightmare, his older daughter spoke softly, her mind always calculating “This planet seethes with power father, I look forward to meeting these new acolytes. If they’ve caught your eye, then surely they are something to behold.”

He smiled at her in return “only time will tell, let us see how they compare to you and your sister. I want you to observe, help me to identify weaknesses and areas that we may target in further training”

She nodded her head in acknowledgment of his command. Nightmare’s tactical and analytical mind would be of great value. Her years of training had honed her senses, and she often saw what others overlooked.

 

[Lady Nocturne]

Nocturne stood by her husband’s side, hand placed around his waist. Providing the grounding she often did for the Diarch. So often was he lost in his grand plans and lofty ideals, that she needed to bring him back to the present.

Her elegant black robes flowing softly in the wind. She spoke softly to her husband, so softly that only her husband, so used to her manner, would hear her “They must succeed, for if not, they are not worthy of your notice my love.”

She examined the area around them, this had been her first trip to Korriban as well. She felt the thrumming of power within the planet. Listening carefully to the dark whispers of power. She heard the conversation between their oldest daughter and her father, whatever task he had given her would be performed to perfection, as was her way.

Shadow, their younger daughter crept up by their side. Her animated voice speaking up “I hope they are strong, do you think they are as strong as us? Do you think they’ll agree to duel with me? I’ve been training almost as long as my sister, I think I can take them!”

Nocturne couldn’t help but smile at her daughter’s aggression. Still untempered, despite the conflict she had seen.

Chastising her softly she said “settle now, if your father has taken a shine to them, we must treat them like family. However, should they prove unworthy of the honor, you may have your fun”

Shadow huffed and crossed her arms. Rocking on the balls of her feet impatiently.

Naamino Zuukamano Gavin Vel Diarch Reign

 

[Gavin Vel]

The day had come for Gavin to finally claim his prize—a lightsaber. Ever since he had first laid eyes on one, he had coveted it. He would watch with barely veiled jealousy as students, knights, and masters alike strode through the academy, the weapon of the Sith displayed proudly on their hips. He longed to be among them, to wield the symbol of true power. He deserved it.

Darth Reign had promised to guide him in the creation of his lightsaber, and today, he made good on that promise. Since the battle atop the Spire, Gavin had looked upon Reign with reverence. To him, Darth Reign embodied everything a Sith should be—powerful, poised, and commanding. Gavin had been doing everything in his power to emulate that, albeit with mixed results. But he wanted to learn, to absorb every lesson Reign had to offer, and most of all, he wanted to impress him.

Though Gavin might not consciously realize it, he had never had a father figure in his life, and part of him had latched onto Darth Reign in that role. To Gavin, it wasn’t about needing a father—it was about proving himself to someone who exuded the power and authority he craved. Deep down, he longed for validation, for someone to look at him with pride, to finally feel as though he mattered. Darth Reign was the key to unlocking that hidden desire.

Today was his chance. Gavin was determined to show Reign that he was more than just a brute, more than a bloodthirsty warrior. He was an apprentice worthy of his master’s attention and respect. He had improved in maintaining his composure since his arrival, and though he wasn’t perfect, he was leagues ahead of where he’d started. Today, he would demonstrate his growth.

Clad in his academy robes—black with red accents, the Rakghoul symbol etched proudly on the fabric—Gavin cut an imposing figure as he walked beside Naamino. The contrast between the two was stark: Gavin’s massive frame towered over the smaller Zabrak. To the casual observer, Naamino might have appeared to be Gavin’s subordinate. But anyone who made that assumption would be sorely mistaken.

In the time they’d spent together, Gavin had come to respect Naamino as the brains of their operation. The Zabrak possessed a fierce determination and a sharp mind that far exceeded his unassuming stature. Initially, Gavin had dismissed him as an overeager boy with ambition beyond his capacity. But now, he saw Naamino as a future leader of the Sith—a force to be reckoned with. Gavin walked beside him with pride, no longer seeing him as a sidekick but as an equal.

"You won’t have to worry about me today," Gavin said, his tone serious as they walked toward the hangar. His eyes remained forward, focused on the task ahead. "I’m going to make sure we both look impressive." He meant every word. Today wasn’t just about him; it was about both of them proving their worth.

As they stepped into the hangar, the sight before them was awe-inspiring. Darth Reign stood with his family—his two daughters and his wife—and his imposing ship loomed in the background. The sight alone was a testament to the power Reign wielded, and Gavin felt a surge of pride knowing he was worthy of the Sith Lord’s teachings.

Gavin’s gaze flicked to Reign’s daughters, their presence giving him pause. Years of ingrained misogyny made him instinctively underestimate them, but the academy had taught him better. Looks could be deceiving, and if they were Reign’s progeny, they were undoubtedly more dangerous than they appeared. His eyes then moved to Reign’s wife, and he could feel her power radiating just as strongly as her husband’s. Together, they were an intimidating force—a duo Gavin secretly aspired to surpass one day.

For now, though, his ambitions were tempered. He had a long road ahead, and he knew it. With respect, Gavin dropped to his knees. Even in this position, his sheer size made him a striking figure, but he made no effort to appear imposing. He was here as a servant, a student ready to receive guidance.

"My lord," Gavin said, his voice filled with reverence, his eyes fixed on the ground until he was given permission to look up. He deliberately focused solely on Reign, unsure of how to address the Sith Lord’s family and unwilling to risk overstepping. "You honor the two of us today." His words were measured, respectful, as he fought to keep his excitement in check.

Inside, however, his heart raced. This was the culmination of everything he had worked toward. Today, he would finally be more than a student. Today, he would be an Acolyte of the Sith Order.

Diarch Reign Lady Nocturne Naamino Zuukamano

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

A parcel from home had arrived just in time, barely in time to be honest. Naami had sent new measurements to his Aunt over a month earlier, having practically begged Micah tol Powl to assist him in getting an accurate read across his shoulders. The zabrak also convinced him to help create an equation to project out from the last two sets of clothes he had so that the next set might last him more than a few months. But alas, he seemed to be growing like a weed.

Despite all that, the new robes fit him well for now and he strode proudly beside Gavin Vel toward the opportunity of a lifetime. He noted the impressive changes that he'd seen in his friend and hoped that all of his own hard work was noticeable too. The extra long combat training sessions, the hours upon hours of studying, being woken up in the middle of the night by a mist wraith and required to train beneath the cold distant stars by Darth Thaliax himself. Naami felt certain that he had grown much, but it was time for him to prove that to himself, to Gavin, and most importantly to Diarch Reign .

"You won't have to worry about me today," Gavin said, his tone serious as they walked toward the hangar. His eyes remained forward, focused on the task ahead. "I'm going to make sure we both look impressive."

"I'm not worried about you, Gav. We've got this," Naami responded with earnest determination.

The boy felt a sense of surprise at seeing the Diarch's wife and children. He knew about them of course- Reign had mentioned them dotingly. But to be confronted with their presence and clear sense of purposeful power was quite another thing. Naami followed the lead of his brother in arms, taking a knee mere moments after him. The zabrak planted one fist against the ground, knuckles becoming coated in red rock dust which littered the hangar floor, while he brought his other fist across his chest in a kneeling soldier's salute.

"Dark Lady, Lord Reign, the Diarchy honors us this day."

His comment was a near echo of Gavin's but the boy had the foresight to include Lady Nocturne in his greeting and gratitude. Though he knelt, Naamino Zuukamano kept his spine straight and his eyes up, daring even to meet the eyes of Reign's daughters for a time.

Spirit of Korriban​

 

[Diarch Reign]

While the Sith Lord would not let the acolytes see it, he was beaming with pride. The shift in @Gavin Vel’s demeanor was noticeable, and noted. And while the young Zabrak Naamino Zuukamano would never have known it, Reign held his wife Lady Nocturne in a much higher standing than himself, so a compliment to her would be very effective.

Gazing down upon the acolytes, his firm “teacher” face on and his hands clasped behind his back he spoke “Rise”

As the Acolytes rose, the Dark Lord could feel his children studying them, sizing them up. Nightmare’s watchful gaze always upon them.

Looking at the Zabrak his tone softened slightly as he asked “Have I been gone that long? You’ve nearly doubled in size dear boy”

He could hear Shadow snickering, but he put it away, the child still lacked decorum, but she was among others her age, her father would let it slide on this journey..for now.

“Introductions are in order. Acolyte Vel, Acolyte Zuukamano, please meet my family. My children, the ladies Nightmare and Shadow”

As he spoke, his apprentice’s stepped forward and spoke as one “Greetings Acolytes” they said while bowing.

“and my wife, Darth Nocturne, Dark Lady of the Diarchy and head of the Crucible of Order”

after the introductions were completed, Reign turned and walked up the ramp of his waiting shuttle. His Black Armored Praetorian Guards waiting just inside.

Lady Nocturne Gavin Vel Naamino Zuukamano

 

[Lady Nocturne]

The Dark Lady smiled slightly at the young Zabrak’s words. So very formal, this young one, she thought.

She squeezed the hand that was on Reign’s waist slightly, he would understand her intent. The boy was one she would watch.

As the Diarch spoke, she heard Shadow laugh, Nocturne nudged her slightly with her feet and shot a pointed glance.

As Reign introduced them, she watched the children bow, and stepped forward herself.

“Greetings Acolytes. My husband has spoken very highly of you, let us hope you live up to his expectations. There is much he can teach you.”

Gavin Vel Diarch Reign Naamino Zuukamano

 

[Gavin Vel]

Gavin rose from his kneeling position as soon as permission was granted. He dipped his head respectfully to the others present, his unpracticed bows lacking the smooth elegance expected of a Sith, but the intent behind them was unmistakably genuine. His eyes lingered briefly on Darth Nocturne, the air around the Sith Lord heavy with authority. Gavin knew immediately that if he wanted to earn Darth Reign’s full respect, impressing Nocturne would be crucial.

“It’s an honor to meet all of you." Gavin said, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. Formality wasn’t his strong suit. His past dealings with respect typically involved standing silently behind gangsters, exuding intimidation while others did the talking. Pleasantries were a rare requirement in that world, but here, in the presence of such power, he understood their importance.

Still, he couldn’t resist adding, “We will exceed any expectations laid upon us.” It wasn’t necessary, but Gavin’s ego was as much a part of him as his hulking build. Confidence radiated from him, his belief in his own prowess unshakable. Gavin believed in himself so strongly that it bordered on arrogance, and he wore it like a badge of honor.

With the formalities concluded, Gavin followed Darth Reign aboard the ship. The interior was lined with guards, their stoic faces giving nothing away. As he passed them, Gavin couldn’t help but size them up, his mind briefly entertaining the thought of a fight. How many could he take down before Reign stepped in? Three, maybe four. The thought brought a faint smirk to his lips, but he quickly pushed it aside. There was a time and place for such indulgences, and this wasn’t it.

“So, where are we going?” he asked, his curiosity breaking through his attempt at maintaining formal decorum. It had been months since he’d set foot anywhere beyond Korriban, and the prospect of a new mission was exhilarating. The thought of venturing out, of seeing new worlds and proving his worth beyond the Academy, filled him with restless energy. This was the start of something bigger, and Gavin was eager to seize the opportunity.

Diarch Reign Lady Nocturne Naamino Zuukamano

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Naamino rose from his kneel when instructed and followed suit as his friend led the way. His thoughts were no less calculated and scheming, though perhaps more "innocent" than what Gavin Vel was pondering. In truth, he wondered how he measured up to Darth Reign's own daughters. He knew he could likely never compete with the bond of blood but did wonder how powerful they were. Atmosphere blue eyes surveilled them each briefly, his judgements made quickly so as not to cause offense or actually issue challenge.

"Well met," he politely addressed them all with the simple greeting.

The boy kept his hands calmly at his sides, robes flowing as he walked, hoping to look half as majestic as the Sith family granting them passage to this new trial. He'd packed almost nothing save for a few changes of clothes and his datapad so that he could keep up on some class readings during the journey. But otherwise he came just as he was, resolute that he had to be enough. The zabrak had been humbled plenty in recent weeks, and had grown in more ways than just physical. The boy's confidence was newly tempered with stark reminders of just how far he had to go before achieving mastery, he had also since learned about more of his particular brand of Force sensitivity and possible powers.

So Naami listened intently as Diarch Reign might make to answer his peer's question. The boy wouldn't speak overmuch without being spoken to but he did give Lady Nocturne one more respectful nod once aboard their ship. He would stick close to the others and await his seat on the craft, or his lodgings depending on how long their journey would be.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Onboard Reign’s personal Lambda Shuttle
Tags: Naamino Zuukamano Gavin Vel Lady Nocturne

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Reign smirked at Gavin’s question. Knowing his lapse in decorum would rankle Nocturne. He would placate the man though.

“Have you ever heard of the planet Nathema before, acolyte Vel? I would expect not. It is a long dead planet, its life force used by the Sith Lord Darth Vitiate in a dark ritual that saw the sacrifice of eight thousand Sith Lords and the planet itself to massively increase his power.”

he paused a moment, motioning for his guards to take control of the shuttle and get them underway. He would stay out here to teach.

“We are going to this planet to use a very special machine. One that simulates the geological processes needed to create kyber crystals. You will meditate during this process and attune yourself to the crystal. Thus allowing a better compatibility between saber and wielder. This is something we all have done, and in Shadow’s case twice”

as he said this part, he held out his own lightsaber hilt, his children doing the same, and they ignited their blades. The crimson single blades of Reign and Nightmare, the pink of Nocturne, and finally, the double blades of Shadow.

Extinguishing their sabers he continued “This task however will not be as simple as it sounds. Nathema is a world that is devoid of the force. So the very environment will be working against you. Not only that, but you will come face to face with your own personal demons. You must conquer them to attune to your crystal and ensure your blade functions. While on the planet, you will also search the ruins for the material to make your hilts.”

He then motioned for all of them to take their seats.

 

[Gavin Vel]

Gavin listened intently as Reign spoke, his smirk barely masking the gravity of what was to come. The mention of Nathema—a planet drained of life by Darth Vitiate—sent a chill down his spine. He hadn’t heard of it before, but the sheer scale of power it represented struck him with both awe and unease. The thought of meditating and attuning himself to a crystal on a world devoid of the Force seemed daunting, but Gavin’s competitive nature flared. If Reign and his family had done it, then so would he.

He watched as the fanily ignited their sabers, each blade a reflection of its wielder’s strength. Gavin’s eyes locked onto Reign’s crimson blade, his ambition burning even brighter. His hands clenched into fists, the image of holding his own lightsaber filling his mind. When Reign spoke of facing personal demons, Gavin’s jaw tightened. He’d fought through physical battles and conquered opponents in the flesh, but the prospect of confronting his inner struggles felt like a different kind of war entirely.

As Reign motioned for them to take their seats, Gavin shot a quick glance at Naamino, then back to the Sith Lords. His mind was already racing. This trial would test him in ways he wasn’t sure he was prepared for, but failure wasn’t an option.

“I’ll conquer whatever stands in my way,” he muttered to himself, determination etched into his features as he followed the others to their seats.

Naamino Zuukamano Diarch Reign

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

As was his habit, Naamino remained calmly respectful despite the growing anticipation. He watched with quiet awe and more than a little envy when the family displayed their sabers. He listened intently to Diarch Reign 's explanation of the challenge ahead and met the self assured words of his friend Gavin Vel with a solemn nod. The young man had likely been speaking to himself but Naami wanted him to know how much he believed in him too.

The zabrak settled in to the seat indicated for him, keeping curious eyes polite so they didn't linger overlong on Reign's family despite how much he wished to further assess them. He was particularly interested in sizing himself up to the daughters but recognized that his focus should be dedicated toward the task at hand. Perhaps on the journey back he would have earned enough respect to get to know his peers better, or rather to consider himself their peers at all.

"Your will, Diarch Reign. We will make you proud."

The words were said with a self assuredness that belied the sense of trepidation in the pit of his stomach. Naami took a deep breath and decided to close his eyes, he found that sense of meditation which had come to him so suddenly in the desert with Micah tol Powl , and had since become a vital place to center himself. No new visions appeared before him, but he was able to calm his nervous system and center his mind on the task ahead, well and truly ready for the journey to Nathema.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Nathema
Tags: Gavin Vel Naamino Zuukamano

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The barren world of Nathema.. unchanged in all the centuries since Darth Vitiate's profane ritual. It was stories like this that had partially influenced the Diarch's father in his disdain for the Sith order. A disdain he had passed to his sons.. but, that was a conversation for another time, and one he had already had with the King of Korriban..

As he exited the shuttle, he motioned the acolytes to follow him, his family would meet them at the location of the machine. This part was for the Acolytes and their mentor alone.

Looking them over he said first to the young Zabrak "Naamino, you will be challenged here in more ways than you think, I have seen what lays in your mind, you may come face to face with similar death and destruction here, an echo of the pain this place has seen."

He looked then at the large hulk of a man next to the boy, a faint smile crossing his face at how out of place they looked together. "Gavin.. this place, it is not something that strength alone can conquer, you will come face to face with your deepest fears."

he stepped back, eyes taking in the sight of the two in front of him.
"You have done well at the academy, but this is your first step towards mastery. The hardest challenges you will face here, will not be the environment or roving beasts and bandits, but what you face within yourself. Throughout these ruins, you will find everything you need to craft the hilt of your lightsaber. I will be observing, yet you will not know it. When you have completed this first leg of our journey, we will meet the others at the geological compressor.. where your true test will begin."

With that he motioned them forward, watching them intently.

 

[Gavin Vel]

Gavin listened intently as Reign addressed Naamino, the Zabrak's quiet determination clear in his stance. The words about facing echoes of death and destruction didn't faze him—Naamino had proven his mettle before, and Gavin had no doubt he would do so again. However, when Reign turned his attention to him, the weight of the Sith Lord's words struck a chord.

"This place is not something strength alone can conquer."

The statement lingered in Gavin's mind, an uncomfortable truth he didn't want to acknowledge. Strength had always been his weapon, his shield, the tool that carried him through life. What could this place possibly throw at him that raw power couldn't overcome?

He stood tall, his broad shoulders squared as Reign continued. The mention of his deepest fears sent a flicker of unease through him, though he quickly buried it. What did he have to fear? He had already clawed his way through hell and emerged stronger. Yet, the thought nagged at him: What if this time, strength won't be enough?

As Reign stepped back, Gavin glanced at Naamino, silently gauging his fellow acolyte's resolve. The Zabrak seemed calm, centered—a stark contrast to the storm brewing within Gavin's mind. Gavin forced a smirk, more for his own reassurance than anyone else's.

Turning his attention to the ruins ahead, he gripped the hilt of his training saber tightly. "Deepest fears, huh?" he muttered under his breath. "Guess it's time to see what I'm made of."

With a nod to Naamino, he took the first step forward, his towering form cutting through the barren landscape. Though he didn't say it aloud, a part of him hoped Naamino would stick close. As much as he hated to admit it, they might need each other to make it through what lay ahead.

And if Reign was truly watching, Gavin resolved to ensure the Sith Lord saw not just brute force, but the makings of a warrior worthy of wielding a blade of his own.

As Gavin stepped off the shuttle, the oppressive emptiness of Nathema hit him like a physical blow. His connection to the Force, already tenuous and wild at times, felt muted, almost nonexistent. The world was barren, not just in appearance but in essence. Where the Force had always been a subtle hum in the background of his awareness, here it was a deafening void. He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening against the unsettling feeling that something vital had been stripped away.

For the first time in his life, Gavin felt truly alone.

He had expected the weight of the planet’s history to be overwhelming—the death, the destruction, the echoes of Darth Vitiate’s profane ritual. But what he hadn’t anticipated was how personal the void would feel. The Force had always been unpredictable for him, but now it was gone altogether, leaving behind an aching hollowness. It felt as though a piece of himself had been carved out, leaving raw, exposed nerves in its wake.

Gavin turned his gaze to the ruins ahead, the jagged remnants of a civilization consumed by darkness. Every step forward felt heavier, as if the very ground beneath him resisted his presence. His training saber dangled loosely on his hip, a reminder of what he was here to achieve. Yet, the prospect of forging a connection with a crystal in this place seemed impossible. How could he attune to the Force in a world that had none?

Still, Gavin pushed forward, refusing to let the weight of the planet break him. His footsteps echoed against the silence, each one a challenge to the void surrounding him. He glanced over at Naamino, who seemed to be holding himself together better than Gavin was. That stung. This isn’t a competition,
he reminded himself, though his pride refused to let the thought go.

Reign’s words rang in his mind as he trudged deeper into the ruins: “The hardest challenges you will face here will not be the environment or roving beasts but what you face within yourself.”


Gavin’s mind was a storm of memories—his failures, his frustrations, the faces of people he had wronged or abandoned. The echoes of his own demons whispered louder with each step, their voices magnified by the unnatural silence of the planet. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to focus. The trial wasn’t about what he’d done in the past; it was about what he would do now.

After what felt like hours, he arrived at a cluster of collapsed structures, their weathered stones littering the ground. This was where his task truly began. His eyes scanned the area, searching for anything he could use to craft his lightsaber. The ruins were a graveyard of potential—broken shards of metal, fragments of stone, and faint glimmers of long-buried alloys.

Kneeling beside a pile of debris, Gavin began sorting through the rubble with a mix of determination and frustration. His fingers brushed against something smooth, and he pulled out a piece of polished metal, tarnished but still intact. It was solid, sturdy—perfect for the hilt. He tucked it into his belt and continued his search, his mind racing as he tried to piece together what he would need.

The emptiness of the world gnawed at him, but Gavin refused to let it win. He wasn’t just here to build a weapon; he was here to prove that he could rise above the challenges, that his strength wasn’t limited to brute force. Each piece he found, every fragment of material he collected, was a step closer to claiming his identity as a Sith.

With each passing moment, the whispers in his mind grew louder, the weight of the void pressing harder against him. But Gavin pressed on, driven by a singular thought: I will not break. Not here. Not ever.

 

[Gavin Vel]

Actually whoopsie post

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

The boy's resolve remained steady on the shuttle, he even appeared calm while taking his first steps onto Nathema. The truth was, beneath his cool composure there was turmoil brewing like thunderclouds on a distant horizon. Diarch Reign seemed to speak directly to that turmoil, but Naami merely set his shoulders back to straighten his posture.

Looking them over he said first to the young Zabrak "Naamino, you will be challenged here in more ways than you think, I have seen what lays in your mind, you may come face to face with similar death and destruction here, an echo of the pain this place has seen."

Naamino left his training saber hooked on his belt, determining that he ought to perform more the role of the scout than was usual for him. Gavin was a far superior combatant at this point in their training and had hard earned years of experience, whereas the zabrak's keen senses would be of more use watching for danger while searching for helpful scraps. The teen was not so immediately effected by the fell planet as Gavin Vel but his uneasy feeling of the place was a slow build. He'd noticed that sensation of course, the deadening all around him when exited the shuttle, but his grasp of the Force within him seemed strong. At least at first.

Feeling Gavin's eyes on him more than once, the boy returned a solemn look or a nod here and there. His time spent studying with Micah tol Powl was paying off in more way then one, but in this instance it meant he was better able to sort the veritable wheat from the chaff of available scrap. Naami turned over a long undisturbed piece of something that looked like it had once inhabited a control panel and used calloused hands to pry open the back. well preserved wiring went taught as he yanked the two halves apart, then he more carefully unclipped as much of the wiring as he could. Not much later he found am oblong piece of alusteel which he'd likely be able to shape into a hilt later.

"Hush, shhh shhh its ok its ok."
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The strained words seemed to blow to him on the wind, he whirled around with eyes wide. Nothing seemed amiss, Reign and Gavin didn't seem to notice. Chills went up his spine and the base of his horns tingled with unease. Naami clenched his fists and turned to continue on, shaking his head to say "nothing" if either companion asked for explanation about his reaction. They moved forward through ruins and in search of scrap, the zabrak more alert and on edge than before.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Location: Nathema
Tags: Gavin Vel Naamino Zuukamano

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The Diarch observed his two proteges, his own discomfort at being upon the surface of the planet a constant battle to be faced. Even with the experience of having been there before, he could not completely ignore the emptiness around him.

Extending his awareness towards the students, he felt the stirrings of their own discomfort, each having started to contend with the silence of Nathema.

Reign walked slowly, and at a far enough pace to give the students the illusion of privacy. Gavin had started to pick up the parts for a hilt, and Naamino the starts of the electronic components and a hilt as well.

They were promising, these two, if they could survive the coming days on planet, they would make for formidable warriors. But only time would tell.