will you sink down to me?
The rough roll of Kaminoan waves had never made Damsy queasy. She felt each swell in the pit of her stomach like she had just mortally wounded herself - which, perhaps she had.
She was quick to bury her attention downwards again, into the bits and bobs of things strew about the workbench.
Allya Vi'Dreya
had been the first to teach her half-sister to design and make prototypes, but it had never caught quite on to become a great passion. Damsy had other pastimes, yes, but she rarely found herself with the time piece. This, though, had almost always been a necessity - leg braces, new armor renditions, electrotrident designs.
It was the latter again now. She had kept just enough of the beskar she had recovered with her uncle and cousin to not just repair the one prong her staff was missing, but replace them all. When she had entered hyperspace near Gamorr, her plan had been to reforge the trio as they were as they were in the design that was, then, current. Upon exiting the great expansive blue, she had decided that she might as well redesign the entire weapon using the Mandalorian steel only for the fork.
She had gotten to work as quickly as humanly - or half-humanly - possible, barely giving her thanks to the Confederate starfighter pilot that had ferried her nearly a sector before taking to Naroh Se's former laboratory in the capital complex. He had been exorbitantly kind to do so - had left his post as a scout in neutral space, if only for a short time - but likely only because he recognized Damsy as Metus' daughter. She hated using the familiar leverage, but she hadn't realized how bad of an idea it had been to stay on Gamorr without a ship. Something about a rock and a hard place.
He probably also had yet to hear about her official resignation from House Verd. Maybe that meant Metus hadn't even reviewed her holomessage yet; maybe that he was simply keeping it to himself, hoping she would return in all of her former glory. Either way, she knew the apathetic Kaminoans wouldn't let onto her presence, but the pilot might soon figure out her trick, so haste was of the utmost importance here. The last thing she needed was a unit of Knights Obsidian, Dauntless, or Verd soldiers to find her and drag her back to who knows where. If that meant leaving her birthworld behind yet again with a setting mold under her arm, then that's what it meant.
Sasha Fox
She was quick to bury her attention downwards again, into the bits and bobs of things strew about the workbench.
Allya Vi'Dreya
had been the first to teach her half-sister to design and make prototypes, but it had never caught quite on to become a great passion. Damsy had other pastimes, yes, but she rarely found herself with the time piece. This, though, had almost always been a necessity - leg braces, new armor renditions, electrotrident designs.It was the latter again now. She had kept just enough of the beskar she had recovered with her uncle and cousin to not just repair the one prong her staff was missing, but replace them all. When she had entered hyperspace near Gamorr, her plan had been to reforge the trio as they were as they were in the design that was, then, current. Upon exiting the great expansive blue, she had decided that she might as well redesign the entire weapon using the Mandalorian steel only for the fork.
She had gotten to work as quickly as humanly - or half-humanly - possible, barely giving her thanks to the Confederate starfighter pilot that had ferried her nearly a sector before taking to Naroh Se's former laboratory in the capital complex. He had been exorbitantly kind to do so - had left his post as a scout in neutral space, if only for a short time - but likely only because he recognized Damsy as Metus' daughter. She hated using the familiar leverage, but she hadn't realized how bad of an idea it had been to stay on Gamorr without a ship. Something about a rock and a hard place.
He probably also had yet to hear about her official resignation from House Verd. Maybe that meant Metus hadn't even reviewed her holomessage yet; maybe that he was simply keeping it to himself, hoping she would return in all of her former glory. Either way, she knew the apathetic Kaminoans wouldn't let onto her presence, but the pilot might soon figure out her trick, so haste was of the utmost importance here. The last thing she needed was a unit of Knights Obsidian, Dauntless, or Verd soldiers to find her and drag her back to who knows where. If that meant leaving her birthworld behind yet again with a setting mold under her arm, then that's what it meant.
Sasha Fox