Secrets Lost, So Improvise

[Miss Blonde]

Miss Blonde wasn't one to shy away from a challenge, especially when it came to furthering her own personal interests and power. As of late she was more interested in concealing her identity and the identities of her crew, and doing so was difficult in this galaxy when a force user could reach inside your mind and pull out your secrets in an instant. So what was one to do? Well there was always the illusive and mysterious Force Mask but finding and purchasing one was near impossible. They hadn't been produced since the days of the Old Republic and the mystery of how they were crafted was lost and unknown to the Galaxy. So there was only one option besides carrying around some heavy nutrient frame with a lizard.

Make your own force mask, and while it might not function like your standard mask it would have to work. Now most people assumed Blonde was your average NFU due to her relying on her physical prowess and skill rather than the force, but ever since she had come into contact with Revan's saber and dozens of other force related artifacts that part in her had awoken and she had been honing it.

From mental shielding, TK, and her personal favorite Force Imbuing. And today she was going to do that with a few high tech gas masks she had her company produce. State of the art masks that came equipped with a HUD, toxin filters, and a few other cool bells and whistles. Now the cool thing about learning how to force imbue was that she could alter the atomic structure of materials, make them lightsaber resistant, or even add force powers to their beings. But today Blonde wasn't looking to make a lightsaber resistant mask, they had armor for that after all. But it was time to get to work.

 

[Miss Blonde]

In her own personal workshop the woman paced around waiting for the delivery to come while she mentally and physically prepared herself for the task at hand. Force imbuing really took it out of you, and it was one thing to imbue a master work quality sword but twenty to thirty masks was going to be something she had never done before and while she was confident she could the woman still knew it was going to kick her ass.

After a few minutes of pacing a few droids entered the room carrying a decent sized crate and setting it down on the floor before her. The woman thanked the droid crew then shooed them away to get started on her work. Looking at the crate the Crime Lord reached out and extended her hand towards the box. Focusing in she gripped her hand into a fist and closed her eyes.

With an ethereal force gripping the crate the woman swiftly opened her fingers causing the tendrils of the force to rip the wooden crate to pieces leaving a ball of floating gas masks in the air. With her eyes still closed the woman counted each mask through the force and came up on a total of twenty five total, that would have to work.

Still concentrating, Miss Blonde took a deep breath and would begin the first step of the imbuing process.

 

[Miss Blonde]

That first step was of course reducing your force signature, she wasn't exactly sure why you had to do it but it was how she was taught and she just assumed doing so would make sure you didn't leave a personal impression on the items at hand. So Miss Blonde would get started on the process of shrinking it. With her focus already dialed in she reached inside of her and started to take all of her psychic energy and pushing it down.

Like a ball of clay, Miss Blonde would begin to work the force signature down rolling and compressing it piece by piece shrinking it into a small a near non existent aura. It was complete translucency at its finest. She was near invisible in the force and she could feel herself vanish to become one with the Galaxy and force around her.

She could see it all. The masks, the workshop, the planets and stars above, the force was everywhere and it flowed through her. The good, the bad, everything that was out there. But she had to shut it out and focus on the masks, one could only state out into the cosmos that was the force for so long and not go insane. So bringing her focus back in the woman took time to sync herself in with each individual mask at her disposal. She had to bind them and make them stronger and in order to do that she had a basic yet powerful force power at her disposal to do so.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Force Resistance was the first skill any force user worth their own weight was taught in the beginning, how to defend yourself against mental attacks, how to shield yourself from the force reaching into your mind and plucking your secrets. Now Miss Blonde would need to take that power and transfer it into each mask to make a shield in order to protect anyone who wore it without dampening their own force powers. It was a pretty good idea and would be damn useful in a fight against a mentalist. But there was only one problem with this process.

Miss Blonde could create a fortress of mental power that could fight off an attack from a dark lord of the Sith. But to do that twenty five times? No that was something she couldn't do, but that's where being a genius came to use. Not to toot her own horn but the woman had an idea that would imbue every mask and make sure they could keep the prying tendrils of the force out of the heads of their users.

"Form." the woman said in a voice of pure authority.

Suddenly the ball of gas masks began to separate from one another and find their way into a straight line that stretched across the workshop. With every one of the masks all separate from one another the woman lifted her other hand and would begin the process of crafting the fortress. This was an idea she was rather proud of to be honest.

 

[Miss Blonde]

When constructing a mental fortress you didn't just put up one solid wall as if it were a slab of plywood. No when you made a fortress you layered it brick by brick. Each piece while strong on its own would come together to create a tall and near impenetrable fort that could withstand even the harshest attacks. And that was exactly what these gas masks were going to be, bricks. A brick on its own was strong, sturdy, and could take punishment, and while it could be smashed when they came together they created a structure that could hold its own.

So each mask would make a person strong and resistant against mental attacks and probes but when they stood together and when the masks were in proximity of each other each mask would link together like the fortress they were to become something stronger. It was a pretty smart idea in her opinion so now all she had to do was execute it and make it so.

So the first step was to form that fortress not in her mind but in front of her. Building her power in she took that energy and would start to channel it outwards in the area in front of her. To the naked eye the woman was just standing there with her hands out, but in the eyes of the force a wave of raw energy was flowing on the floor like a river of power surging in a heavy current that would sweep away the sands beneath.

"Build." She said with that same authority laced voice commanding the force to do her bidding.

 

[Miss Blonde]

The river of force energy bellow started to swirl and shape as the Force Resistance power began to take shape. With one hand Blonde held the masks and the other she started to craft and shape her fortress. Pieces of energy started to splash up and form solid blocks of defense and power, a piece of protective psychic energy that would lock down and become the base for the fortress that was resistance to mental attacks and probes. Taking that power the woman set the completed blocks of foundation in front of her and would continue to craft the rest.

With that power still roaring bellow the woman took more of the energy and continued to form more bricks, walls, pieces of energy to craft into a sturdy piece of mental defense. It was draining and it taking its roll on her but it needed to be done. The fort needed to be built and power had to be stored afterwards. Letting out a few gasps of air the woman would pull that energy up and make sure every piece of the mental fortress was crafted into a solid form.

So when everything was formed there was an issue. All the pieces were scattered, they were simply floating chunks of defensive energy that had not been connected or completed. It was as if having all the ingredients of a cake and waiting to bake it. All she had to do now was take that energy and connect the pieces to craft what she wanted. Bind the force and bring them together into a working and function power.

 

[Miss Blonde]

With every piece complete, Miss Blonde took them and started the process of building from the foundation up. Was she building a real fortress or castle? No, but her mind manifested it as such to help her build the working more efficiently. Everyone had their own flavor of working the force and as an engineer, Miss Blonde had to do it this way. When everything had a blueprint and could be designed it always helped her get it done knowing what the next step was. So as each piece came into place she looked up at the working to see it was complete.

One solid fortress stood in front of her, it's sprawling walls and ethereal layout towered before her and it seemed as if it was near impossible to pierce. So looking up at the design the woman held it in place as she inspected its defensive capability and structure. After a few minutes of watching and extending prying fingers through the force the woman was confident that the structure she had erected was top knot get and could hold its own.

But now that it was complete there were only a few more tasks left to proceed on to. She had to get that fortress into those masks then meditate on them. Hopefully she could handle a task as this as she could already feel the mental and physical strain starting to affect her more and more. She honestly wished Gray was here to help out, but beggars couldn't be choosers. It was time to move on to the next step and be strong about it.

 

[Miss Blonde]

With the fortress all shiny and powerful the woman took the masks she had been holding and started to slip their physical beings into the ethereal psychic energy. As a physical object it was if they were ghosts walking through walls, after all the fortress was meant to block mental and psychic attacks. So as she continued to lift the masks she would place them in tactical places throughout the mental fortress. She'd put each individual mask to match the structure of the working and she'd ensure that they were in the best place for what came next.

Now it was time for the actual force imbuing part of the working. She had to create a bridge, a highway that would connect the ethereal over to the physical so one could be transferred into the other. Miss Blonde focused in once more and took that energy to craft those individual bridges across the plains of existence within the force. Each one formed connecting the masks to the mental resistance working and cause them to become linked. She'd need to hold that while starting the process of imbuing, and of course doing this throughout the span of separate masks was going to take time and large amounts of energy.

Thankfully she wore an obsidian order ring on her finger that she had stolen from Roon. It wasn't opening any doors to Techno Union facilities but it still held force power that would bolster her strength when her limits were reached to give her that extra push that she needed to get the job done. She would hold onto it for now and handle this bridging until then.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Now was the time to rise up and pull that energy in. With the bridges connecting the ethereal into the physical realm the woman let out a small roar as she pushed the two together to merge both into one. The masks and the force would slam into one another transferring different parts of the fort into one another. Miss Blonde would watch and work to allow each piece of the fort start to vanish becoming more and more translucent as they started to disappear into each mask that was merged inside it.

This would cause each mask to exist on both realms now. In both the physical and astral realm that was the force. With the workings of Force Resistance built into them the woman continued to focus in keeping that energy flowing into one another until they had completely vanished into the masks sealing that power within them. The woman now on her last leg dropped the masks to the ground and coughed loudly as she dropped down to the ground with her entire body shaking and exhausted from the massive working of the force she had completed.

However she wasn't done yet, she still had to meditate, to connect and bind the masks together. You see with each mask holding a piece of the fort inside of it they were strong and capable on their own but still able to be overrun. So she'd meditate and open up the force between the masks causing them to become stronger when around each other making that working of the force bind together and form the original piece that she had crafted.

So as she lay there she tapped into the obsidian ring and let the power it held rush into her giving her the power she needed to sit up and lay against a nearby wall gasping for air.

"That sucked." she said with a cough and sigh.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Finally, this was it. With another sigh she sat down in front of the masks and organized them into the shape of the fort she had constructed. Then she just sat down and closed her eyes. Everything was everything. Focusing in with the force she smashed her signature back down and started to see each mask and the power they held.

With her mind at work and her body relaxing she started to grab each thread of the force and weaving them together between the masks. She inhaled deeply and continued to do so crafting a working so that when the masks were in close proximity yo one other the threads would bind themselves together and create a stronger effect as the original working came into being. It was a pretty simple concept and she had it all down pact. She continued this for about the better part of an hour and when it was over she slowly opened her eyes and took a deep breath to recover what she had just gone though.

Standing up she looked down at the masks and smiled at them, she was damn proud of herself and was happy to know her work was going to be put to good use. Hell, maybe she could make a few bucks off of them while she was at it.