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destinystrings2013-01-09 05:30 pm
echo_of_a_jedi) wrote in destinystrings2013-01-09 05:30 pm
Forging
Who: Meetra Surik/The Exile and open
Where: A shop in the Cancer district, then an open space in Gemini
Summary: Meetra makes herself a less deadly weapon
Warnings: People have lost arms this way, but no, not really
The shop was nothing special, selling small electronics and cell phones, but Meetra had chosen it because they had a large workbench sitting in the public area of the shop that they didn't mind lending to her. Or possibly to any attractive, muscular foreign woman who planned to sit at it for several hours wearing a tanktop, sweatpants, and a focused expression.
The components she was using were prosaic as well. Basic electronic components, a broken flashlight, some custom lenses designed for telescopes that she'd spent most of her Government stipend on, and a small clear synthetic crystal she'd happened to have had in her pocket when she was brought here. With the knowledge native to Hinoto-Ri, one could have made a pretty kickass laser pointer (and Q probably could have made one that could kill people).
Meetra's knowledge went further, though. She could build something truly remarkable, something she'd made twice before, and customized and tweaked into a perfect partner. This one would not be as special as the one her Master had helped her build, that she'd given up on Coruscant. Nor would it be as deadly as the one Bao-dur had helped her build as a replacement on Dantooine after days of muddling around with a heavy, clumsy vibroblade.
Just because it wasn't meant for killing or cutting, though, didn't mean she could afford to focus any less on its construction. No, the key and absolutely necessary thing here was to tweak the emitter to create the strongest possible containment field, a task to which she devoted herself with the concentration most people reserve for performing surgery.
Which is not to say she didn't take a few breaks over the course of the two or three hours it took to complete her task, if anyone noticed the highly focused Jedi and wanted to bother her.
Later, in a nearby park on Mount Utsugi, a now robe-clad Meetra faced down a pile of scrap metal she'd assembled from the droids she'd had to fight during the 13th Hour. As the cuts of the durasteel indicated, lightsabers normally sliced pretty cleanly through the metal.
She drew and ignited her new lightsaber, white rather than light blue, and attacked the stacked metal with several fast strikes. When each resulted in nothing more than a concussive knock and slight scorch, she nodded, satisfied, and shut the training saber off.
Where: A shop in the Cancer district, then an open space in Gemini
Summary: Meetra makes herself a less deadly weapon
Warnings: People have lost arms this way, but no, not really
The shop was nothing special, selling small electronics and cell phones, but Meetra had chosen it because they had a large workbench sitting in the public area of the shop that they didn't mind lending to her. Or possibly to any attractive, muscular foreign woman who planned to sit at it for several hours wearing a tanktop, sweatpants, and a focused expression.
The components she was using were prosaic as well. Basic electronic components, a broken flashlight, some custom lenses designed for telescopes that she'd spent most of her Government stipend on, and a small clear synthetic crystal she'd happened to have had in her pocket when she was brought here. With the knowledge native to Hinoto-Ri, one could have made a pretty kickass laser pointer (and Q probably could have made one that could kill people).
Meetra's knowledge went further, though. She could build something truly remarkable, something she'd made twice before, and customized and tweaked into a perfect partner. This one would not be as special as the one her Master had helped her build, that she'd given up on Coruscant. Nor would it be as deadly as the one Bao-dur had helped her build as a replacement on Dantooine after days of muddling around with a heavy, clumsy vibroblade.
Just because it wasn't meant for killing or cutting, though, didn't mean she could afford to focus any less on its construction. No, the key and absolutely necessary thing here was to tweak the emitter to create the strongest possible containment field, a task to which she devoted herself with the concentration most people reserve for performing surgery.
Which is not to say she didn't take a few breaks over the course of the two or three hours it took to complete her task, if anyone noticed the highly focused Jedi and wanted to bother her.
Later, in a nearby park on Mount Utsugi, a now robe-clad Meetra faced down a pile of scrap metal she'd assembled from the droids she'd had to fight during the 13th Hour. As the cuts of the durasteel indicated, lightsabers normally sliced pretty cleanly through the metal.
She drew and ignited her new lightsaber, white rather than light blue, and attacked the stacked metal with several fast strikes. When each resulted in nothing more than a concussive knock and slight scorch, she nodded, satisfied, and shut the training saber off.
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