Nar Shaddaa

Moyr knelt before the effigy of Shadow Hand, grinning. Despite late hours, her body was agitated, suspended in near-orgasmic state of exhilaration as she kept rehearsing the lessons of Sith alchemy in her mind. Her paradigms had shifted, everything could be clay in her hands, every substance in the universe, flesh, crystal... Force. With her face hidden behind a savage mask, her mind reached toward the great temples of Yavin erected by the will of Naga Sadow and Exar Kun. She imagined herself high on their steps, with the twin-blade in her hands. What was it, execution? Maybe. But now she was reaching out toward the hot, malleable substance... blood or stone? They were indistinguishable in a convergent mass, smoldering in her fingers, taking shape, sharp, deadly, vicious... It hurt. But it was supposed to be hurting, pain was a part of the process. What were the words?

But ask me the secrets of Sith alchemy, and I would ask you for three measures of blood: one from a person you love, one from a person you hate, and one from yourself.

That was the future. For now, she didn't have to move further. It was ready. Ignition tipped her over. Holding it out, staring at it, she fell on her back, spasming.

EN7. Crystal Modding #4 (+1 DR). Mechanics. Zash's Data. Destiny. +2 Dark Pips (Vergence, Mask). May the Force Be with Me.: 1eP+1eA+1eB+1eF+4eD 3 threat, 1 Dark Side


[Crystal Modded: 1 Pip Success, 2 Pips to cancel 2 Threat, 1 Strain, Costs paid.]

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