Heavy Arms

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

She takes a break while he meditates -- gets some water, hits the chemical toilet she keeps in the Sith Temple, has a bite to eat, and ponders her own half-finished weapon. She's put a lot of thought into the special qualities she wants for the blade, and has come to the unsurprising conclusion that she wants none. It's likely that she'll bow to practicality and seek to imbue the blade and its crystal with the quality of the Sigils that she finds most useful, simply because she does find it useful to know when someone more powerful or specialized is messing with her head. It's not a difficult quality to duplicate, either, not with her Sigil and his nearby, not with months of experience connecting her to the one she's just given to Sarge. She echoes that quality in the adegan crystal -- so many underestimate the adegan -- and that takes her a while. She integrates it into the half-finished sword in a mirror of Sarge's meditation, and that takes a while too, though not so long. An adegan crystal responds much more easily to the Force than a notoriously recalcitrant krayt pearl, and her weapon has only a small fraction of the halberd's volume and mass. They finish around the same time, an endeavor of several hours.

In the Korriban night and the light of her forge, she takes Svoltan rhyolite to the edge. The blade seems to writhe, as though thin strands of half-seen lightning arc and snap around it. It has no real glow, no obvious aura. Force-imbued weapons all end up looking different.

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Sarge finds himself awakening to the sound of a blade being whet. Meditation always left him feeling stiff, and his armor responded in kind. As he pushed himself up, it audibly protested, muscle fibers groaning as the bulk moved for the first time in what felt like half a day.

He had what he'd come here for. A force imbued weapon. Part of him realized he may have to kill Ashin, to keep this all a secret.

But he wasn't entirely sure he could do that. Not to her. Or, maybe he could. He frowned. Where did one draw the line.

Hefting the weapon, he gave it a once over, eyeing the blade. "You cannot speak of this." He says finally.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Sarge Potteiger"]

Again that half-smile. "All secrets have an expiration date, Sarge. I've never known one to stay sealed, to last, no matter how much I wanted it to. All secrets die." The Svoltan rhyolite slips into her pocket, and she spins the bastard sword experimentally, whipping it through crisp, perfect Shii-Cho patterns that no Knight has any business knowing. "But it won't come from me. I keep secrets well enough that most don't even know I keep secrets at all, and in my way I respect others' privacy."

She sights down the blade. Straight and true. "When I had you blood trailed, you know I never used it. I've kept others' doings very quiet indeed, I'm sitting on half a dozen secrets that could break the galaxy -- I'll add yours to the list and let it lie. Some day I'll call in a favor from you, but it won't affect what's looking to be a crusade."