The Deliverence...

[RC 212]

Location: Fondor
Karrens workbench

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It had been a while since she tinkered. Since then a few battles had come and gone, but one thing was for sure. She needed to up her game. Weapons and armor were a favoured part of the Darksiders repertoire and so now she would adopt their tenets, forgoing the robes and Flightsuit approach. Also she'd have to rely less on her light saber.

The weapon in question, a standard .44 slugthrower was stripped down in front of her. The workbench was plain steel, grey inside a dark room with only one yellow light casting a dull sheen over the bench. She was cross legged, deep in the throes of the force.

Today was the day she imbued her first weapon.

Many others lay scattered across the floor, in various states of disrepair. This time she was ready. Her eyes snapped open as she considered the barrel rising to pick it up off the floor. It had been specially milled with Runes inside the barrel. Some in Nightsister language and some in old Je'daii variants.

Now she focused, weaving the force between her and the barrel, flooding those runes with purity. Kiriko had taught her that the source of an items strength is the user and the alignment of the item is the makers state of mind as they craft it.

As the currents flowed through, around, and by the weapon barrel she breathed deep, centring herself, drawing upon her earliest memory.

She was a small child, playing force ball in the courtyard at Voss. She'd won several matches already, managing to keep her lead. This was the last. With a burst of energy she shoved the ball hard, sending it way past her fellow padawan and chuckled.​

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He tackled her, and they rolled laughing down a verdant green slope.​

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The barrel began to glow, a small white and buish aura surrounding it. She felt electrical currents crackle across her skin, making her hairs prickle and stand on end. The thrill of her small success was invigorating, making blood pound in her ears.

She delved deeper now,pushing her intentions upon the weapon....

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Force Light on every Round.​

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Explosive Force Light​

A vision of the barrel transferring mystic energy to the round as it fired came to mind. As it slid down the barrel it wreathed itself in the light side of the force, flew out and then exploded against a Sith Marauder, shattering with brilliant, radiant spheres of blue and white.

She smiled.

The Process was a long one.

Hours went past, again and again, Karren pulling memories and weaving them into the runes, fortifying her weapon.

Then it was over. She placed it down, breaking the connection and heaved. Sweat had pooled on the floor around her, every muscle ached. Her temples throbbed, and her eyes were bloodshot. So much raw power had been tapped, and she raised an eyebrow, inspecting the barrel with a terse breath.

No cracks......

She grinned, setting it down.

Then walked out to get some rest.....

 

[RC 212]

The Next Day

She was back it. Though this time she held a Pontite crystal in her hands, and dropped it into a cylinder at the base of the weapon. It fell into place, and sealed into a socket in the cylinder, then buzzed to life, glowing.

The barrel was next, screwed into place with her myriad of tools. She blew on it, removing some of the dust and squinted through the rays it made in the dim yellow lighting.

The upper receiver was ready. She reached right, hand hovering over the perfectly laid gun parts. Each dress right dress, from right to left. Next she grabbed the lower receiver, locking the two pieces together. They slid together with a click and she waved her fingers, screwing the bolts in with the force. And then she fused them, muttering a Nighsister spell to make them stronger than Zilo beast scales.

She clicked the hammer, rotating the cylinder and sighted down the rail of the weapon. It thrummed in her hands, Pontite crystal buzzing as it enhanced the Jal'Shey enchanted Runes in the barrel. The weapon glowed an iridescent blue, casting of light in every direction flooding the room.

Her finger slipped into the trigger well, and she squeezed, letting the hammer fall with a click and slam. The function was perfect, not a piece out of place. Karren smirked, laying the gun down and then grasping the scope, flipping it over to sight through it. Elevation ticks, and cross-hairs. It was an old optical magnifier type. No fancy settings, all mark I eyeball.

Then she grasped her pistol again, slid it in and locked it.

Last she pricked her finger, and drew a bright red droplet of blood. With a murmured spell she wiped the handles, letting the steel pore open up to absorb the blood, sealing a thin line of color seared from her to the Revolver, that only she could detect. It was a common spell she'd learned back on Dathomir.

The Nightsister Blood trail.

"It's time then." She said to herself. Grabbing a bandoleer of .44 rounds off her shelf, she flipped the lights off and holstered the pistol in her gunbelt. Then strode from the shop.

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The next stop was the range. The Silver Suns range complex to be specific. Located within a grey steel ring with a singular tall Citadel Tower, the complex was the perfect place for training the new unit. And for testing her new weapon. There was no one here today, and all was silent as she set her target and loaded a single round.

Then she closed the cylinder with a hard flick of her wrist.

Her eye squinted as she aimed, two handed, grip tight. The weapon buzzed, runes within the barrel glowing blue. It grew warm in her hands, exceedingly so as she squeezed the trigger. Steel slid against steel rifling within, as the slug ripped from the barrel with a clap.

The next sight she saw was a brilliant flash of blue and thunderclap as the now enchanted slug impacted the target dummy. It exploded with violent force, like a tiny grenade, shooting white hot shrapnel in all directions. Waves of force light emanated from the center of the explosion, casting rays in all directions.


She smirked, blowing the smoke from the tip of the barrel.

Perfect. Just...... Perfect......​