Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
[member="Vandra Zambrano"]
The laboratory was open for business. Vanessa was currently standing near the center of the Trayus core, working at a table on something unique. She recalled how, from many moons ago, there were Sith who had soul-eating swords. Obviously, given the fact that such a weapon would, even if imperfectly created, prove to be a useful tool, she was putting a lot of stock in the creation of this weapon. Currently the base sword, a simple thing made of durasteel, was brewing in a vat of alchemical liquid. She had lined the edge with Devaronian blood poison, intending on it causing agony to the victim as it sapped at their life force - and a bit of Jairdain's blood left over from testing was in there as well. It was bubbling around the sword - simplistic as it could be. After all, the more unassuming the weapon, the less likely it would be noticed.
What Vanessa didn't know was that she had visitors. Well, a visitor, to be more precise. A ghost of sorts - a blast from the past. Why such a ghost was here, she did not know - only that it had possibly malevolent intentions. She needed to get the Mirari droids ready in the event they had to be used for the first time in decades.
The laboratory was open for business. Vanessa was currently standing near the center of the Trayus core, working at a table on something unique. She recalled how, from many moons ago, there were Sith who had soul-eating swords. Obviously, given the fact that such a weapon would, even if imperfectly created, prove to be a useful tool, she was putting a lot of stock in the creation of this weapon. Currently the base sword, a simple thing made of durasteel, was brewing in a vat of alchemical liquid. She had lined the edge with Devaronian blood poison, intending on it causing agony to the victim as it sapped at their life force - and a bit of Jairdain's blood left over from testing was in there as well. It was bubbling around the sword - simplistic as it could be. After all, the more unassuming the weapon, the less likely it would be noticed.
What Vanessa didn't know was that she had visitors. Well, a visitor, to be more precise. A ghost of sorts - a blast from the past. Why such a ghost was here, she did not know - only that it had possibly malevolent intentions. She needed to get the Mirari droids ready in the event they had to be used for the first time in decades.