Miri's lightsaber was a beautiful thing, almost too lovely to be anything more than ceremonial. The hilt had been carefully crafted from durasteel, accented with copper and chrome and inlaid with pearl. The violet blade, generated by two rare focusing crystals, was sharp and deadly.
It was a shame, then, that its wielder barely knew how to use it. Miri had found the lightsaber ill-suited to her tastes and had turned to guns instead, preferring to keep her distance from enemies. But as of late, her poor performance with a blade had caused her untold problems, as she was left largely unprotected in battle and helpless in a close quarters duel.
Standing in the training halls of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, she struggled to keep up with a sparring droid. Her bladework was sloppy, and she seemed almost afraid to get too close to her opponent, a tactic that kept her constantly on the backfoot as the droid advanced mercilessly.
It was a shame, then, that its wielder barely knew how to use it. Miri had found the lightsaber ill-suited to her tastes and had turned to guns instead, preferring to keep her distance from enemies. But as of late, her poor performance with a blade had caused her untold problems, as she was left largely unprotected in battle and helpless in a close quarters duel.
Standing in the training halls of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, she struggled to keep up with a sparring droid. Her bladework was sloppy, and she seemed almost afraid to get too close to her opponent, a tactic that kept her constantly on the backfoot as the droid advanced mercilessly.