Velok the Younger
When I Was A Young Warthog
By convention, Alderaan was a peaceful world, and the company once known as Minerals an Metals Inc had long done its best to keep a low profile so as to avoid causing grief. Peace, as the adage ran, was good for business. Rare materials prospecting outfits were a dime a dozen. This particular corp had been operating on Alderaan for years at a low level. But when those prospecting outfits found what they were looking for -- a phrik deposit inside an abandoned mine -- there was no reason to hold back from reopening the mine and recommencing production.
Except for the minor hurdle of opening a phrik mine when your majority shareholder was a Nightsister of foreign citizenship. It wasn't like Mohc Extactives publicized its connection to Rave, but sufficient attention, if attracted, could bring displeasure to the works.
Hence the very significant need for two elements. One was keeping a very low profile in the Force whenever Rave was on site. The other was [member="Isley Verd"].
And so it was that he'd acquired a tsil to serve as the tormented focusing crystal of the lightsabre he'd lost to Tracyn Ordo's crushgaunt in what was now Fel space. The tsil-born light had been enough to subdue the drochs on planet; when it came from his sabre, it had much the same effect.
There was a reason Rave's lightsabre was now yellow, and a reason her alchemy labs rustled and clicked. She felt no obligation to finish Velok's work, but obligation was not the only possible factor. Sheer curiosity assailed her as she examined the drochs, and the anguished tsil in her weapon.
Except for the minor hurdle of opening a phrik mine when your majority shareholder was a Nightsister of foreign citizenship. It wasn't like Mohc Extactives publicized its connection to Rave, but sufficient attention, if attracted, could bring displeasure to the works.
Hence the very significant need for two elements. One was keeping a very low profile in the Force whenever Rave was on site. The other was [member="Isley Verd"].
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By convention, Nam Chorios was not an especially peaceful world. Theran Listeners, oldtimers, settlers, tsils -- it had a balance, and not always a steady one. Ancient gun stations, refitted many times, had kept all but the smallest ships from making landfall. Velok had only accomplished it with difficulty, ship shot near to pieces, a younger Rave cowering in a cargo hold full of empty specimen containers. He'd paid no mind to the condition of their ship as he led her out into the hills to bag and tag drochs of every size and description. "These," he'd said, "will be my magnum opus. Oh, look, a crystal."And so it was that he'd acquired a tsil to serve as the tormented focusing crystal of the lightsabre he'd lost to Tracyn Ordo's crushgaunt in what was now Fel space. The tsil-born light had been enough to subdue the drochs on planet; when it came from his sabre, it had much the same effect.
There was a reason Rave's lightsabre was now yellow, and a reason her alchemy labs rustled and clicked. She felt no obligation to finish Velok's work, but obligation was not the only possible factor. Sheer curiosity assailed her as she examined the drochs, and the anguished tsil in her weapon.