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OSADIA | CLASSIFIED LOCATION
OPERATION LIGHTPOINT || MISSION DOKIMI || TASK FORCE NULL
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"It's strange to think that a world this peaceful can feel so dark,"
Cordé shrugged. When The Sword of the Jedi felt darkness, the most Cordé could experience was the uncomfortable notion of the heebie-jeebies.
It always bothered her that she was missing something. Some sort of explanation for the way her skin pebbled when she there was something just
off with an environment.
A twig snapped beneath her foot, and she stopped to pointedly look at it. The ground was druxy, soft, and mostly covered in rot. She kneeled into it, and shifted her shoulders to slide the backpack she'd been hauling to the ground.
"This is the first prototype." ..
that didn't explode, that didn't have negative affects on the Force-users, that didn't so on and so forth. There had been a
lot of trial and error to get something that could work as the antithesis to what this private division usually worked on. A sect so private within the driveyards that only Cordé could access it, under the guise of the Agent Null network and not...nepotism. Of course, Cordé left all that unsaid, and simply used her unfinished sentence as a halfway introduction to the device she produced from the backpack.
It was smooth, white, and shaped something like a fusion generator.
Ease of portability had been sacrificed for functionality, and by the time Cordé had almost finished setting it up, it was more than half her height.
"And this is the second." She rummaged a bit more, and brought out a smaller, sleeker version. Something that looked like a vambrace. Easily portable for more soldiers to wear and reinforce the strength of Jedi on their crossteams.
"Let's start with the small one first, and try and recreate as close as possible what the intention is when we get to Exegol.
You get started, and I'll turn it on when you give the signal. Once I let you know it's on, you should feel at least a little more powerful. If, or when, you're ready for more juice, I'll turn this guy," she slapped the smooth edge of the generator,
"On."
For Cordé, the science part was simple. The technicians had been meticulous with their explanations, and even her mother had pulled her aside to give her the low-down on what the expectations of the day were. Or week, or however long this was going to take. It was a
whatever it takes, and if it can't take it, tell us everything situation.
It was the Force part that was unsettling. Maybe that's where the heebie jeebies were coming from. She'd heard of Light. Of course she had, she'd studied it even, but the absolute power of it was still a mystery.
"Do you need..space? How far away should I.." she took a tentative step to create distance.
"Stand?"
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Valery Noble
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