Krest shook his head slow, smiling. He holds out his hand, motioning to the emitter in the center of his palm. "My entire arm is robotic. I lost it while I was protecting a good friend of mine. She was the Princess of Falleen, only heir to the throne. A mad man jumped at her one day and I moved to stop him. I don't know why, but he had a saber and he used it to cut my arm clean off. The other guards took care of the man, but I was down an arm. Grant it they built me a new one, but I took the mans saber and said I wanted it built into the limb so I could always have a blade easy to get."
The Zabrak flicks his hand back. The emitter lines back up with the rest of the saber and the small blue blade ignites, humming lightly. "I've lived most of my life as a body guard. So I don't care how old you are or if you hate me or not, I'll be protecting you. You could become the head of the Templars with me still a knight and I would still protect you." The saber turns off and his hand snaps back into place. He offers a light shrug to @[member="Sanna Legra"]. "I wont stop you from living your life, but I'll be around to pull you out of a bad situation if I have to."