B E A C O N
So Lisette went by the name Lisette Kuhn. It didn't mean she didn't have a clan, though many saw it that way, but she certainly was aware of how minor and unrepresented that clan was. Clan Jendri, for all intents and purposes, was a name that wasn't heard by Mandalorians on Mandalore. In fact, she doubted many of them even would have recognized the name if she said it - so she stuck to a name that was, more often than not, more famous, or perhaps infamous, than any clan name.
Who didn't know who Alric Kuhn was, after all?
Never mind the fact that she was only his step-daughter, or that her mother, Silara Kuhn, had been one of their most bitter enemies for the better part of three decades. If anything, she was much closer to the Rekalis because of her apprenticeship to Aaralyn Rekali for a period during her youth, but never felt it was right to associate with them over such a trivial thing - that wasn't to say she hadn't idolized the Sword of the Jedi, she'd done almost everything to mimic her. Everything until Coruscant, when she'd found that giving into the dark side, if even only for a short time, was enough to give her the edge she needed to take down the more powerful of foes.
But she was hanging that life up, for now. Being a Jedi was a troublesome, irksome, task - a job that didn't pay for anything but security services. Plus she couldn't visit her sister on Empress Teta - the kriffing empress of the entire system of planets - because the Sith wanted anyone affiliated with Jedi dead on sight. Hiding behind a visor for the rest of her life wasn't exactly the most dignifying option, but it was the better option.
So, for the first time in her life, she was going to be working with the illustrious and rare material known to her people as beskar.
Except she was making a knife for practice rather than jumping into the difficult task of making armor.
Who didn't know who Alric Kuhn was, after all?
Never mind the fact that she was only his step-daughter, or that her mother, Silara Kuhn, had been one of their most bitter enemies for the better part of three decades. If anything, she was much closer to the Rekalis because of her apprenticeship to Aaralyn Rekali for a period during her youth, but never felt it was right to associate with them over such a trivial thing - that wasn't to say she hadn't idolized the Sword of the Jedi, she'd done almost everything to mimic her. Everything until Coruscant, when she'd found that giving into the dark side, if even only for a short time, was enough to give her the edge she needed to take down the more powerful of foes.
But she was hanging that life up, for now. Being a Jedi was a troublesome, irksome, task - a job that didn't pay for anything but security services. Plus she couldn't visit her sister on Empress Teta - the kriffing empress of the entire system of planets - because the Sith wanted anyone affiliated with Jedi dead on sight. Hiding behind a visor for the rest of her life wasn't exactly the most dignifying option, but it was the better option.
So, for the first time in her life, she was going to be working with the illustrious and rare material known to her people as beskar.
Except she was making a knife for practice rather than jumping into the difficult task of making armor.
