Private Fashion Victim, Force Edition : Ossus

[Braze]

TAGS: Darth Engel

Braze had been immersing himself in the culture of the old through the gift of psychometry on Ossus. The ruins whispered to him, memories etched into broken stone and long-buried relics, granting flashes of a forgotten age. His studies often turned toward the lost sciences of lightsaber construction, particularly the obscure methods by which ancients forged and refined their components.

Yet, of late, his curiosity had wandered further afield. Beyond the blade, he had begun to pursue the elusive mysteries of alchemy and the more arcane practices of Force imbuement. In quiet solitude, he poured over his modest collection of fractured holocrons, minor repositories, but precious nonetheless, each one offering fragments of knowledge on arts long considered esoteric.

The texts spoke of weapons infused with living energy, such as the Force-imbued sword, and the subtle craft of imbuing items with protective or destructive resonance. Some detailed practices for attuning armor or shaping the Force into a weapon in its own right. Others delved into the more dangerous spheres of Sith alchemy and even stranger, half-whispered traditions of magic that blurred the line between faith and sorcery.

It was a perilous well of knowledge to draw from...but to Braze, it was also a path toward understanding.

 

[Darth Engel]

Darth Engel’s ship dropped out of hyperspace just beyond the gravity well of the planet beneath her. Her ship didn’t appear to be anything special, it would appear to be a civilian freighter and little else. And even to a Jedi’s senses, the only person aboard did not allow herself to touch the force more than she absolutely had to. The only indication that this ship was at all out of the ordinary was the location itself, no one save Jedi came to Ossus.

The ship descended into the atmosphere and touched onto the ground with the usual sound of engaging hydraulics and the impact of durasteel on soft earth. Soon after the ramp lowered and Darth Engel stepped out. Her footfalls clacking metallically against the surface of the ramp, and her cloak falling loosely around her body.

Looking at her with the cloak on it would be almost comical, the large, angular shoulders of her armor making her body underneath the concealing layer look hilariously disproportionate to her head. Though she expected to be alone, so the front of her cloak was open to show that the extra bulk came from her armor.

Her yellow eyes scanned the immediate area. With her distance from the force, her preternatural senses were dulled, so she had to rely almost entirely on vision and her other, natural senses to alert her to danger. Finding none she continued on her way into the old ruins of the ancient Jedi order.

The Sith had their methods of alchemy and imbuement already, but the Jedi too had different techniques once ago that would expand the theory, and perhaps open some doors for her.

She was not aware of the Jedi in the ruins ahead of her. He would be able to approach her at his convenience, or observe her as he liked. She was unlikely to spot him. He would likewise however have a hard time sensing her, she was definitely there, but her presence in the force was minuscule, diminished. Deliberately reduced, and that made both her presence and her thoughts incredibly hard to read.

Braze