Lia focused on the pieces as they floated above her head. She imagined each one and she could see where each one needed to go in order for the weapon to work. The core would be first, she moved it into position. The handle she had chosen was slick and had a very simple and easy grip, much better then her own yet a similar length and style. She began to slide one half a quarter onto the core, at the same time connecting some wiring. The silver piece was then put on and attached to the back as the front was then slide closer on. Now it was time for the most important part. The lightsaber crystal. She could feel the darkness of the crystal as it flouted closer to her.. she was ashamed to admit.. it felt good.. too good. The dark ones energy was rubbing off on her. Images of the dark one taking her daughter and killing Lia entered her mind and she was once again filled with hatred for her new master. She could feel the crystal's power grow more and more as her thoughts and feelings began to take control. it was as if she heard it .. speak saying "Give into hatred. Peace is a lie.." She screamed and the pieces around her stopped floating, at least.. they were in pieces before. Now instead the small one handed lightsaber sat in front of her as if it was challenging her to use it. She stood and brought it to her hand with the force. It was activated. The crimson glow was dark.. darker then she could have imagined.. she felt despair.. but also power. She then deactivated the blade, unable to take it any longer.
She looked over at her other weapon she had placed on the table. Its power core scorched and unusable, its handle melted, its strange battery powered contraption she had come up with was in pieces. Looking at it now she was surprised it hadn't blow her to pieces the first time she turned it on. Then an idea crossed her mind. One she would shield from her master. Two lightsabers. Two weapons. One for a jedi, one for a sith. That would keep her grounded in what she needed to do, not the will of anyone else.. She approached the bench and began to repair her weapon. She sent a call out in the hall for a slave to enter. "Let my master know that I am finished constructing my first blade. Tell her I believe it is strong enough in the dark side to make even her admire it. And tell her that I am constructing my second blade as we speak.." She smiled. Soon Nomira.. Soon.
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