Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
The Spires of Hell -- when people assigned overblown names to places, Ashin generally found that the result fell short of her expectations. But here, under an ancient yet permanent atmospheric field that clung to a balcony, Ashin knew that the ten-thousand-kilometre drop, and the round moon Athelvai so far below, exceeded even the grandiose name her people had attached when they found the ancient Celestial construct. The huge world called the Dark One blotted out the sky.
They would train, and fight, on the side of a spire as long as a planetary radius. Such were the Spires.
She'd recently traded her lightsabre to Zaiden in a Concordance of Fealty with her old Hand. Rather than his unique weapon, however, she carried only a generic lightsabre, crimson blade, basic construction, no imagination. The blade snap-hissed to life as she circled around the edge of the railingless balcony, seemingly unafraid of being thrown over the side. She kept to a low guard, maximizing her field of view and minimizing light pollution, a virtually useless stance but one she sometimes found intuitive. Her sabre-tip skimmed the flat top of the balcony, leaving a line of fire.
"And you remember none of it? Not taking the Stormblessed, not the...none of it?" She chuckled. "How often do you get to burn a capital ship that's a Sith temple, Mirien?"
They would train, and fight, on the side of a spire as long as a planetary radius. Such were the Spires.
She'd recently traded her lightsabre to Zaiden in a Concordance of Fealty with her old Hand. Rather than his unique weapon, however, she carried only a generic lightsabre, crimson blade, basic construction, no imagination. The blade snap-hissed to life as she circled around the edge of the railingless balcony, seemingly unafraid of being thrown over the side. She kept to a low guard, maximizing her field of view and minimizing light pollution, a virtually useless stance but one she sometimes found intuitive. Her sabre-tip skimmed the flat top of the balcony, leaving a line of fire.
"And you remember none of it? Not taking the Stormblessed, not the...none of it?" She chuckled. "How often do you get to burn a capital ship that's a Sith temple, Mirien?"