Success or Death.
Darth Strosius
In the end, she near completely withdrew and simply watched as he constructed his weapon.
She even had a text fetched for her to peruse, as well as a pair of noise-cancelling plugs for her to deafen out his filing and sawing. She knew how loud and grating that could become over time. By the time she had completed the book, he was scrambling to find his misplaced piece, the latticework that held the crystal. It was a very important piece, and she was not very helpful in finding it, save for checking she had not sat on it. Her read was a fascinating take on the second rise of the One Sith's strategy in breaking the stagnation of the core, but also the way their societal structure caused an inevitable decline and defeat, followed by musings on how to avoid such a future.
Putting the text aside, Ophidia rose to her feet and stood behind her apprentice's shoulder. She watched him twist and turn the hilt with amusement.
Then it ignited.
The bright, red hue of the bloodshine blade coloured the room, and Ophidia smiled with a sense of pride.
"Well done." "This weapon is a symbol of your status, of your power." "Keep it close."
She stepped out to the side of him, circling him at a distance when he gave his test swing.
"You will learn to use it too." "There is more to wielding a lightsabre than to swing it, especially when facing down others armed the same." "You will be introduced to different forms, all with their strengths and weaknesses, and find the combination that suits you best. I will teach you some, but for others I must hand you over to some of my most trusted colleagues."
Ophidia paused for a second.
"You are welcome to stay here for as long as you like, study and learn. If not:" She gestured to the holo-device on the table. "That is also a com unit, you will find Barlan's contact number there. She will take you wherever you need to go."
She stopped in front of him, inspecting him with those burning eyes and nodding to herself.
"Next time, perhaps you will be ready to come with me." "Perhaps."
Then, without another word, she walked past him and exited the room. The dark fabrics that draped her form vanished around the corner, melting into the darkness of Krayiss Two.
In the end, she near completely withdrew and simply watched as he constructed his weapon.
She even had a text fetched for her to peruse, as well as a pair of noise-cancelling plugs for her to deafen out his filing and sawing. She knew how loud and grating that could become over time. By the time she had completed the book, he was scrambling to find his misplaced piece, the latticework that held the crystal. It was a very important piece, and she was not very helpful in finding it, save for checking she had not sat on it. Her read was a fascinating take on the second rise of the One Sith's strategy in breaking the stagnation of the core, but also the way their societal structure caused an inevitable decline and defeat, followed by musings on how to avoid such a future.
Putting the text aside, Ophidia rose to her feet and stood behind her apprentice's shoulder. She watched him twist and turn the hilt with amusement.
Then it ignited.
The bright, red hue of the bloodshine blade coloured the room, and Ophidia smiled with a sense of pride.
"Well done." "This weapon is a symbol of your status, of your power." "Keep it close."
She stepped out to the side of him, circling him at a distance when he gave his test swing.
"You will learn to use it too." "There is more to wielding a lightsabre than to swing it, especially when facing down others armed the same." "You will be introduced to different forms, all with their strengths and weaknesses, and find the combination that suits you best. I will teach you some, but for others I must hand you over to some of my most trusted colleagues."
Ophidia paused for a second.
"You are welcome to stay here for as long as you like, study and learn. If not:" She gestured to the holo-device on the table. "That is also a com unit, you will find Barlan's contact number there. She will take you wherever you need to go."
She stopped in front of him, inspecting him with those burning eyes and nodding to herself.
"Next time, perhaps you will be ready to come with me." "Perhaps."
Then, without another word, she walked past him and exited the room. The dark fabrics that draped her form vanished around the corner, melting into the darkness of Krayiss Two.