Jak Sandrow
"Nobody cares for the woods anymore."
Log date: 847 ABY
Title: Entry 1
Subject: Plant matter metamorphosis, test 1
Jak stood back from the camcorder, clearing his throat. Dressed in loose casual smuggler's fare, he moved back to be in the center of the recording focus.
"Creating plant explosives, test 1," he stated, bringing his hands together. "Intent is to create an organic, plant-based explosive gas or gel." With a soft rustle, his skin turned green and he let out a long, slow breath.
To start, he created a bowl of plant matter. A crucible, of sorts. Calling on his (admittedly limited)
knowledge of plants and animals, he thought about the proper chemicals needed to make an explosive substance, and started synthesizing them.
- - -
Two hours later, and after much straining and exertion, he had managed to procure about 1 cubic centimeter of the resulting green gel. A bit displeased at the lack of material, he decided to continue anyway.
Positioning his hands one on top of the other, he concentrated on the Force, letting it flow out through him. Within a moment, two tendrils extended, one from each palm, to start wrapping around the gel, forming a hollow ball. In the next moment, the ball was the size of a large gourd.
'Plucking' it from his hand as one might pick away a scab, Jak hefted the surprisingly light creation.
"Now, to test it."
Growing a fuse from one side of the ball, and taking out a match, he lit the fuse. It hissed and sputtered, then took, sparking quickly inwards. Setting the ball down, Jak backed away, closing his ears off with his palms.
The fuse hissed, fizzled, and crackled away anti-climatically, and the ball let out a sorry cough and went as limp as a deflated balloon. Standing up, Jak frowned, not so much angry as thoughtful. "Note: increase amount of gel in future."
And then the ball exploded, quite violently.
Jak sat up, coughing, surveying the wreckage with opened eyes. "Or maybe just increase the speed of ignition."
Title: Entry 1
Subject: Plant matter metamorphosis, test 1
Jak stood back from the camcorder, clearing his throat. Dressed in loose casual smuggler's fare, he moved back to be in the center of the recording focus.
"Creating plant explosives, test 1," he stated, bringing his hands together. "Intent is to create an organic, plant-based explosive gas or gel." With a soft rustle, his skin turned green and he let out a long, slow breath.
To start, he created a bowl of plant matter. A crucible, of sorts. Calling on his (admittedly limited)
knowledge of plants and animals, he thought about the proper chemicals needed to make an explosive substance, and started synthesizing them.
- - -
Two hours later, and after much straining and exertion, he had managed to procure about 1 cubic centimeter of the resulting green gel. A bit displeased at the lack of material, he decided to continue anyway.
Positioning his hands one on top of the other, he concentrated on the Force, letting it flow out through him. Within a moment, two tendrils extended, one from each palm, to start wrapping around the gel, forming a hollow ball. In the next moment, the ball was the size of a large gourd.
'Plucking' it from his hand as one might pick away a scab, Jak hefted the surprisingly light creation.
"Now, to test it."
Growing a fuse from one side of the ball, and taking out a match, he lit the fuse. It hissed and sputtered, then took, sparking quickly inwards. Setting the ball down, Jak backed away, closing his ears off with his palms.
The fuse hissed, fizzled, and crackled away anti-climatically, and the ball let out a sorry cough and went as limp as a deflated balloon. Standing up, Jak frowned, not so much angry as thoughtful. "Note: increase amount of gel in future."
And then the ball exploded, quite violently.
Jak sat up, coughing, surveying the wreckage with opened eyes. "Or maybe just increase the speed of ignition."
