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[Briana Sal-Soren]

• Intent: To give Briana an important item/weapon that once belonged to her first love, Astor Daaray
• Image Source: JessKetchin
• Canon Link: N/A
• Permissions: N/A
• Primary Source: Tying A Golden Knot, The Ashes

• Manufacturer: Charubah Industries
• Affiliation: Briana Sal-Soren
• Market Status: Closed-Market
• Model: N/A
• Modularity: No
• Production: Unique
• Material: Charuba Steel, Rainbow Gems, Aurodium

• Classification: Dagger
• Size: Average
• Weight: Average

• Rainbow Gem
• Charubah Steel
• Aurodium detailing

• Enduring: Forged from premium Charubah steel with aurodium detailing and a sheathed design inlaid with oceanic mother-of-pearl, the dagger is exceptionally durable and resistant to wear, making it a fully functional and incredibly sharp blade. Despite this, the blade was made for ceremonial purposes only.
• Rainbow Gem: The hilt features a single mature blue Rainbow Gem, a silicon-based lifeform from Gallinore. While intended as an ornamental centerpiece, the gem has quietly bonded to Briana through shared grief and the Force. In moments of emotional strain, it offers clarity and heightened focus, subtly reinforcing her resolve and awareness.

• Ceremonial Origins: While functional in emergencies, the blade lacks the weight, reach, and balance of true combat daggers and was never intended for prolonged battle.
• Politically Controversial: The blade is more than a weapon—it's a scandal. Briana's past relationship with Astor Daaray was once seen as a threat to Hapan order. When it became public, attempts were made on her life by those loyal to the crown. Now, by refusing to return Astor's blade, she has reignited that animosity.
• Rainbow Gem: Rainbow gems are incredibly rare and incredibly expensive — with some of them being enough to buy an entire star system. The gem on Astor's hilt is thousands of years old, placing it among the rarest and most valuable artifacts in the galaxy. Its presence makes the blade a tempting prize for collectors, criminals, and warlords alike, placing a potential target on Briana's back.

Forged centuries ago and passed from father to son through generations of Daaray nobility, the dagger was a symbol of a man's place in society—elegant, restrained, and silent. Forged of gleaming Charubah steel, inlaid with a single mature blue Rainbow Gem from Gallinore, and sheathed in mother-of-pearl and decorative aurodium, the blade was as much a work of art as it was a cage. Meant to be worn, but never drawn, something that Astor Daaray never did. Not once. Not until the day he died.

The day of his wedding, meant to be a day of pageantry and spectacle, a public pledge of strength and unity beneath the banner of the Hapan Crown, instead became a massacre with both bride and groom assassinated on the steps of their wedding altar. The Crimson Veil, an anti-monarchist faction made up of men who had been silenced, abused, and discarded by the Hapan system, chose the royal wedding to ignite their rebellion. With fire and blood, they made their statement, loudly denouncing Hapes' enduring gender inequality and the galaxy's complicity in its cruelty, through silence.

Caught without a proper weapon and left without his guard, who'd gone to protect his sister and escort the Queen from the bloodied wedding — Astor drew the one blade he was never supposed to use to fight back and died trying to defend himself.

Briana saw him fall from across the ruined cathedral, watched as Kalen stab him—saw Astor crumple in slow motion, as if time itself was trying to prolong her heartbreak. After running to him, Briana tried to staunch the bleeding from a wound that was already too deep and final. Others tried to come and help, healers came and left. But Briana stayed, held him as he died. Listened to his last truths. Lied to him as the breath left his body, promising she'd make everything right. And when he was gone—truly gone—she looked down at the blade in his hand. The one they would take, archive, and sanitize. She took it. Without permission, without hesitation.

Spoiler: The Ashes

Briana Sal-Soren:

Everything was so hazy after Astor had taken that final breath — what she'd said, whether she'd cried or wailed, the moment when they finally took his body away. All she really remembered was the weight of inevitability crushing down against her chest like a boulder and the faint memory of absconding with Astor's blade, the one he'd so often carried with him. That, and the cuff-links she'd helped Caerina design — the symbolic parts of his strength and identity that he'd managed to keep in tact and hidden from all the wolves who surrounded him, from all but the few who truly knew him. Hapes had claimed him in life, she'd be damned if they claimed him in death, too.

The Hapan court has since demanded the blade's return, citing tradition, archive protocols, royal rites, anything allowing them to strip it from her hands and lock it behind glass — away from memory, away from meaning. But Briana has refused. Not out of sentimentality. Not even out of mourning, but out of rebellion — out of refusal to let them rewrite the story, to treat his death as a tragedy and bury him politely, instead of recognizing it for the reckoning that it was.

The blade is Astors memory.
It is his defiance.
It is the last truth no one else was brave enough to acknowledge:

That Astor Daaray died not just at the hands of radicals, but at the mercy of a society and government that praised him in public and imprisoned him in private. A society and government that sacrificed him long before Kalen ever raised a weapon. And now Briana wears that truth at her hip, where everyone can see it. Not hidden. Not silenced.

A weapon, still.

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION

• Intent: Create new lightsaber crystals for Briana Sal-Soren
• Image Source: TBD
• Canon Link: TBD
• Permissions: N/A
• Primary Source: Wookieepedia

PRODUCTION INFORMATION

• Manufacturer: Naturally occurring
• Affiliation: Briana Sal-Soren
• Market Status: Closed Market
• Model: N/A
• Modularity: No
• Production: Unique
• Material: Crystal

SPECIAL FEATURES

• Focus Enhancement

STRENGTHS

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DESCRIPTION
During her apprenticeship at the Ossus Enclave, Briana Sal-Soren developed a fascination with the forgotten corners of the ancient world and endeavored to explore all parts of it - often cataloguing her experiences and bringing back tokens of what she'd find on her adventures. During one of many such explorations, Briana happened across a small, faintly luminescent shard sealed within a collapsed meditation chamber in one of the old and forgotten Jedi ruins.

At first glance, it seemed inert, a cracked remnant of a once-larger kyber cluster that had lost almost all of its shine. Hoping it might serve in the construction of her first lightsaber, Briana brought it before her instructors for testing. The results were disappointing, to say the least. When placed alongside other kyber, the crystal emitted a strange dissonance, as if willful in its refusal to align.

The instructors deemed it unsuitable, a curiosity at best and a danger at worst — advising her to discard it.

In typical Briana fashion, rather than listen and throw it away, she felt curiously compelled to keep it and did so against the judgment of her betters. At times, she wore the crystal on a chain around her neck, in other circumstances and instances she kept in one of the many pouches of her utility belt, but always on her person.

Over the years, she came to view it as a precious token, a reminder of the years she spent on Ossus, training and growing in the Force alongside her friends. Yet, unknown to her, the crystal was not dormant, nor dangerous at all, but listening and adapting, growing just as she did.

The Crucible of Light, as it is called, belongs to an exceedingly rare class of kyber that only forms under catastrophic gravitational or elemental compression, regions where stellar collapse or tectonic upheaval force the kyber into self-stabilization. In such environments, a crystal's natural harmony is crushed and remade, its 'song' splitting into alternating currents within the Force. The result is a kyber of 'dual-songs', one that remains silent until its chosen bearer endures a collapse of their own. How this kyber ended on Ossus is a mystery, as is most of the information pertaining to the crystal itself.

Ancient Jedi archives suggest that these crystals were known among early Seers, and even coveted for their unique enhancement abilities. However, the crystals were nearly impossible to identify since their true nature could only be revealed under conditions that few Jedi ever survived, and fewer still could ever hope to endure.

When Briana's original lightsaber and crystal was shattered in her battle against Ariadne on Sepan 8, she'd believed death finally found her. Ready to surrender herself fully to the will of the Force, Briana finally reached the same threshold from which the Crucible was born. At long last, the silent crystal could sing - not in answer to her strength, but in answer of her transcendence.