Nar Shaddaa

Moyr was sitting in her cabin, on the floor, cross-legged. Before her, on a small stool, she had put her lightsabre.

"I haven't used you for a while. It wouldn't do to neglect you. I have evolved, and so should you. We need to be in sync."

She consulted the datapad on the side, then opened the hilt, seeing the gleam of ilum inside.

"I will make you greater."

Moyr put the mask on, and reached in to calibrate the crystal for a sharper cutting edge of the projected blade.

EM1. Modifying the Crystal. Mechanics. Boost (Zash's Database). Mask: +1 Dark Pip. Target: +1 Damage. -2 Difficulty (My Sabre): 2eA+1eB+1eD+1eF 1 advantage, 1 Dark Side


2 Successes (Dark Pips), 1 Advantage.

She didn't have much idea about mechanics, but the Force guided her.

The crystal bends to the dark side, it is one with the Red Wraith and grows stronger for it.

OOC: Looks good. Costs 100 credits as well.

...the Red Wraith closed the hilt and took it. For a blade of this size it was slender and light, just like she wanted it. And now even more deadly.

"Through Passion, I gain Strength."

She recited with religious conviction, then pushed the trigger, revelling in the red gleam of her twinblade.

"Through Strength, I gain Power."

She rotated the blade, the buzz drawing a deathly circle in the air.

"Through Power, I gain Victory."

She assumed her form.

"Through Victory, my Chains are Broken."

She lunged forth against an invisible enemy.

"The Force shall Free me."

/scene