Engineering 101

[Iziz]

Pondering and looking over the spartan blades he often used for combat, one thing resounded within the mind of the Jawa...

It was time for an upgrade.

Though his weapons had proved themselves time and time again against opponents in both the one Sith and against the galaxy as a whole, he felt like there was something more beneficial he would be able to use, so, heading to the Sith Temple on Coruscant, Iziz hit the books and began to look through unique weapon designs which had been used throughout the empire, both near and far, from proto-sabers up through to light-whips and chakram which had been used in the past.

Some of the designs caught the Jawa's eye more than others, but, nothing here seemed to be doing the trick, all of the designs one after the other were catered to the same old style that 90% of the Sith used... Iziz wasn't interested in the hand and a half grip of the basic light-saber, he was a Jawa, there was no purpose of attempting to use two hands, as there was no possibility he would ever be able to overpower anything. The tighter grip with two hands, meaning that while he might have a better grip on one saber, he was just putting both of his arms and wrists at risk of breaking with any disarming force.

There had to be a mid-point, whips were too flimsy, he'd likely deal more damage to himself than anyone else, plus, he already had his tail. Iziz liked the thought of throwing weapons that he could call back and control at a distance, but would also be acceptable in melee...

It was going through the extended files of the Empire's database that he would find something which would catch his eye.

 

[Iziz]

The Design of the weapon was sleek, simple, and elegant, but complex on the interior, something which Iziz felt like represented him in a metaphorical simile. It had the double ended blade which he was used to, immediately Iziz thought that the conversion of his own blades to this new model would be simple, an electromagnetic ring and guard which would allow for floating beam emitters at either end. It was a fantastic design, and it was a miracle that it was able to be used in the first place by the inquisition whom wielded them. Looking over the files the weapons looked to be weapons of terror, which the Jawa was able to respect, but the fact that they used the double bladed form in close combat was... laughable.

He was amazed they were able to kill any Jedi...

Or anyone for that matter...

Were the blades of the weapon shorter and their combat form a little tighter he could see them being used effectively, but some of the proportions were... quite frankly ludicrous. The size of the hilt was so large and the hand-guard needing to be a circle made the weapon look cumbersome, as well as giving an opponent a large ambient space to be able to penetrate in order to rip the weapon apart form the interior. But most of that would be able to be fixed simply by sizing the weapon down to a one handed variant as opposed to leaving room for the second hand once again... And so, it was with this realization that Iziz chose the spinning blade form of the inquisition as opposed to the basic light-saber shoto that he currently used...

but he was going to need some parts for it... He wanted these to match the potency of his saber-staff in their own way... so some digging needed to be done.

 

[Iziz]

The first thing Iziz needed to look for was the power sources, for variations' sake he was looking for a single high output Ion Core and another high output diatium power cell. Each of them alone were not the rarest things to come across, but they could prove difficult if he managed to look in all the wrong places. The Sith temple, a place where Jedi and Sith had historically made the blades to call their own, would likely be the best place to look for the components. Though the parts that were most often used for the creation of an acolyte's sabers were often of the poorest quality, or medium at best, the Cells that he were looking for would need to produce a substantially higher amount of energy... so he was going to need to find a stash that belonged to someone considerably stronger, perhaps a master... but they were not about to hand over rare materials...

So...

He would have to take them...

Wearing his force resistant cloak, he would hit the Stygium Stealth generator on his assassin armour and begin to sleuth through the higher levels of the Sith palace. Looking from room to room as he made his way through it, ultimately finding what seemed to be an armoury. Iziz waited with patience until someone who would pass through the door, allowing him to slink in behind them and wait for them to leave. The whole proccess would take hours, but it would be worth it... the weapons he would find in the inside would be ample material to be able to get the power parts he needed as well as some of the much needed circuitry and superconducting materials from some of the shatterguns and other weapons which were nearby. Leaving a small pile of pulled apart weapons, Iziz was more than happy with his heist. Needing to wait again for another person to open the door and allow him to slink out once again, leaving some poor minder and security agent to need to explain the decomissioned pile now missing a series of parts and repairs.

Hopefully the punishment would not be too harsh.

But next... was the focusing lenses.

 

[Iziz]

Focal lenses were a rarer asset all together, especially those of high quality, like those which use high quality crystal as opposed to those which use glass or another brand of synthesized material. Iziz knew that he was not going to get anything from the sith themselves, it simply was not going to be possible short of killing a higher ranking member of the sith and taking theirs... the ones in his own lightsabers were basic, allowing the beams of his sabers to be wider and less focused than he would have liked, Iziz would never need to worry about the deflection of lightsaber bolts with the spinning nature of his new blades, so, he didn't need a wider beam. There was also the matter of the wide beam diffusing more energy, making them vastly weaker in sheer cutting potential.

The Jawa wanted a scalpel.

So, he hit the markets of the planet, the lower levels, where people traded illegal goods directly under the noses of the sith, Hiding his blades as well as his tail, the jawa wandered on through, his bright eyes keeping a look out for any store which might be selling the rare convex disks...

Time passed, and night fell, but so far, having asked around he had not had any luck... that was until he came to a single store, asking if they had any light-sabers for sale on the market, saying that he had money to sell and info to trade, and he finally got a bite. This store teller said that he didn't have any on him, but there was a small gang which worked out of a local tavern that were known for being Jedi killers, one of them would likely have a blade worth selling, but they weren't friendly, and often gave people trouble if they were too close. Iziz smiled and thanked the elderly woman, before moving along, dropping a couple hundred credits on the table as a thank you and waving goodbye.

"this is going to be interesting. "

 

[Iziz]

The cantina he entered was little more than a drinking hole, the people here were shady types, but it was definitely the placce he was looking for, there were traders here sitting in what looked to be booths converted into stalls in which they sold their much more illegal wares. From disruptors to bounties, this seemed to be the place he was looking for. One of the groups had uniforms, each with a red sun anthropomorphized into that of a tusked face, the sign of the gang he was looking for. Wondering over he chattered in Jawanese, a language which few in this entire sector spoke, the trade language seemed to be picked up by most of the people there, who returned the favor in kind.

"Light-saber's eh? What about them? Looking to buy?"

Iziz confirmed, but he said that he was looking for four blades, be it two double light-saber or four smaller ones, with the thinnest beams they had, being quite specific about what he meant by a thin beam. One which seemed more solid, wavered less, looked nice and thick like a spear-head and less like an average blade... Looking back into a duffel bag, Iziz spied the light-saber stash, many of them were old and rusted... these men were no Jedi killers, they were grave robbers at best, Iziz could smell the earthen scents of dust and soil on the blades. They had been to long lost Jedi grave-yards, not killed them and taken the bounties. Each of the weapons were polished to be sure, but they were not skilled enough to put them back together, so, some of the debris lingered within the frame of each of them.

"hundred thousand creds each..."

Iziz scoffed, offering the asking price for all four, pointing out that they had been damaged.

"Hey, we almost lost our lives getting these, and you don't wanna mess with the ones who can pry a weapon from a Jedi's cold fingers..."

Iziz tried not to laugh at the threat...

"Yeah, anyone can pry a saber from a long dead Jedi...."

"Oops..."​

 

[Iziz]

The insult didn't go without notice, right or wrong, Iziz had just stomped on the red suns' street cred in their point of commerce, which was something that was going to go down badly no matter which way you looked at it. Aiming weapons at the Jawa as one of the bigger men cracked his knuckles... things were looking a little hairy... 'can i not go shopping without having to put a few people in their place?' It was too late for reason, the massive trandoshan threw a punch at Iziz's head, hard enough that impact would have killed the Jawa instantly. Taking his wrist blade, Iziz ducked and with a single devastating cut severed the femoral artery in the side of his leg. Activating his stealth generator the Jawa disappeared from sight.

The hulking man dropped to the ground, gripping his leg as he and another of the men attempted to stop the bleeding. With desperation the trandoshan's life was coming to a close as Iziz stood on the table which housed their wares.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

The Jawa spoke out-loud, coaxing one of the trader's to take a wild swing in the air. Jumping fast enough for the cloaking technology to wiver, the hidden blade struck down at the womans' wrist, cutting into her tendons and forcing her to recoil in pain as Iziz took a step toward their leader who like lightning drew his blaster and aimed it at the Jawa. With his blade he pressed it to the side of the barrel holding it to a side of his head, struggling against the wait as simultaniously, iziz gripped one of his sabers and struck down on the gearbox fully extending a blade and putting it to the mans' throat...

"Move... I dare you... "

Iziz spoke with a grimace, the man looked shocked... Terror in his eyes at the sight of the red beam which dropped Iziz's cloaking device...

"So, lets come to an arrangement?" the robber spoke hopefully...

 

[Iziz]

The Jawa laughed, telling the man he was listening, the robber then asked for 250k for all of the light-sabers... Iziz disagreed, informing him that he could quite easily just take them all from him should he want to, leaving them as nothing more than a mess for the house to clean up... The cries of the trandoshan could still be heard across the bar... which bought Iziz to an interesting means of thinking...

"Fifty thousand, and I save the life of your friend, he has about fourty seconds to live... it's on you... "

From there Iziz began to count down, the man roared in upset at what he claimed to be a ripoff, obviously distressed, but after fifteen seconds passed, the trader who had been looking after their fallen companion reported that the Lizards status was dropping fast, he was going in and out of wakeness, which was never a good thing when it came to blood-loss. And still the Jawa counted down. The spirit within him seemed a little surprised at the tactic, he had held their group hostage with one of their own members and was dangling life in front of them like a string...

He was impressed...

once Iziz got to fifteen the Leader of the group began haggling.

"100k and you help him..."

Iziz shook his head, offering 75k and he would help both him, and the woman whose wrist he had slit, and was beginning to look a little pale at the whole experience. The Trader agreed and Iziz flipped backwards off the table with his light-saber in hand, landing down beside the Trandoshan and using the force to knit the wound back together, holding his hand over the leg as he would press the wound that was almost like a paper cut together. Finally, placing his blade against it, Iziz would cauterize the wound deeply, like a welding torch Iziz would hold it there until the flesh melted slightly to seal the artery. It would leave a nasty scar, but nothing that would not heal in time.

 

[Iziz]

His next movement was over to the woman whose wrist he cut, holding out a hand for hers, Iziz would cup her hand in his, reach in with the force and grip her tendons, pulling them close to one another before pressing his hand against them, too fine to use a light-saber, he would ask the spirit within for help, surely he would know how to restore the wound with the dark side. The specter agreed, but only because this tactic was amusing to behold, and something which he had not thought the Jawa capable of. With a single blast of green light, the tendons were sealed, but a lingering mark of corruption like a brand was placed upon her skin there as movement was restored to her fingers gradually.

Finally, Iziz placed the credits on the table.

The leader, feeling cheapened out of a much bigger deal, shunted the duffle bag forward on the table and allowed Iziz to inspect it, looking through them one by one, Iziz erected the blades and inspected the beams, there were a few which stood out far more than the others, much finer beams than the rest... it was amazing that these scumbags had managed to get a hold on this many blades to begin with. In the end, Iziz took a double bladed light-saber and two single bladed light-sabers. Opening them up with the force he inspected them, revealing four pontite crystal lenses which he extracted. Before sealing them over and handing the shells back to them

"you can keep those, some basic lenses will probably only cost you 50k, and then you can get your re-sale...

Thanks!"

The group looked somewhat astonished... as the Jawa smiled and waved like leaving a group of old friends...

"The fuck just happened boss?" - One of them asked...

"I have no clue... but we're alive... thats a start."

 

[Iziz]

Wondering on back after a good days work was a good feeling, the zen feeling of accomplishment welling up in his chest was a good feeling, looking to the dingy skies above him, he knew that he would be soon penetrating that veil by elevator to see the dark night skies of coruscant above them. Shaking his head the elevator took him skyward, the under-city shrinking before him as the floating canopy opened up before him like a grand reveal. Iziz could only imagine the thought of those who saw it for the first time.

He knew it was a big deal for him.

Getting back to his room, Iziz walked by a tall figure standing to one side before flopping on his soft bed, it felt good, stretching out for a moment as he looked up to the roof, only to spy someone looming off to one side. The hooded image of the being was something which Iziz was used to here, it could have been one of his students, but, from the malign influence which was dripping from it, it was probably here for reasons which he hadn't the time to explain.

Within a heart-beat the pole-axe of the soldier came down, rolling back in surprise the bed of Iziz was literally cut in two with a horrifying smash. Leaping off and drawing his light-sabers, Iziz panted... the figure calling him under arrest for the illegal theft of One Sith property, Iziz was to terminate all hostilities and come willingly... which, Iziz thought was a little harsh. He had access to that vault under Ferus as a high ranking member of the Sith Assassins, but, it seemed that this soldier hadn't got the memo...

Following through with a devastating flurry of strikes, Iziz was being pushed backwards. leaping from left to right and rolling backwards to come close to his bedroom wall, slamming the button on his stealth drive. The stygium crystal stealth generator, Iziz vanished from sight, only just long enough to charge the aggressor before infra-red sights were turned on. But it was too late, Iziz was there, jumping high and over his guard with two kicks to either of his eyes, dropping the man hard to the ground.

 

[Iziz]

The giant rolled to a side and arose from the ground, swearing that Iziz would regret his decision, so, deciding to beat him to the punch, Iziz called Ferus and told him that he had procured some components from the one Sith Armoury at the temple, asking if his master would be able to smooth it over for him. Within minutes, Iziz received a message about the removal of a sanction that had attempted to be placed on him as well as a warrant for arrest. It could have posed a problem, but, Iziz doubted that anyone within the Sith Order would be able to catch him if they tried... he was the fastest Sith He knew of save for Ferus himself, and Iziz had even bested Ferus in an albeit desperate feat of speed and ferocity.

Collecting each of the items in turn, Iziz began to create the item he had intended to make, using a work-shop table and careful tools be began to compose the item which would soon become his main weapon. Opening his normal shoto light-sabers, he would edit their interior composition per the blue-prints found on the imperial database. Following he would reduce size, mold metal and lay the superconducting track around the spinning rim.

Everything needed to be done with a surgeons' precision.

It was hours later into the early hours of the morning that Iziz was happy with his progress, the first of two blades posed in a vice, the shell of the weapon completed, spinning on its axis so finely the wind of a person walking past the door, was enough to put a spin on the exterior ring. Silently rotating with the softest of hisses... The next Day, the Jawa continued his work, mimicking the work so far on his second blade, getting it to the same point before filling the interior with the parts he needed. The synthetic lightsaber crystals, meditated on and saturated in the dark-side were corrupted from blue and green to the same colour of crimson red. Uniform with the rest of the Sith.

Two days passed.

And the blades were made.