This adaptation to make lightsabers more durable is fascinating and useful and exactly the kind of thing she's staying with the Empire for. She manages to hunt down a couple of other intriguing lightsaber modifications by the same person.
She looks her up.
Her lightsaber flicks on and flashes down, scoring a long shallow streak down his torso.
"No, I suppose you can't. And now it's your turn not to be pleased."
He hisses and swears, letting out a stream of insults that's very ironic, considering his audience.
She laughs. "No, no, Mama escaped while she was pregnant with me. I was born free and she died free."
"Go join her you traitorous bitch," he growls, jerking to the side again in a feint and then rolling the other way, attempting to knock her leg out from under her with his body and a well-timed Force push.
She stumbles a little, but recovers quickly enough and gets between him and his ship.
"A traitor, am I? What reason do I have to be loyal to the Empire? I never chose to be a Sith; my master," she spits the word, "made that decision, and when Mama and I protested he killed her and took me anyway. If the Empire wants loyalty maybe it should do something about its recruiting practices."
He's good. She's good enough to have survived being a Darth this long. The fight is made a little longer by the fact that she's trying not to kill him just yet, but ultimately she disarms him. Literally.
Ow.
He falls over, landing with an unpleasant thud on the rocky ground, but spits defiantly up at her. "You'll never get away with it, traitor. The empire will crush you like the vermin you are!"
"Nope," she says, grabs him by the front of his robes, drags him to his feet, and starts marching him back towards Deskyl.
She makes it quick.
She's shaking a little, when she moves in for a hug afterward.
Ekkreth hugs her, letting her force presence dissolve from the harsh sithsithsith she put on for company to something gentle.
The shaking gets worse before it gets better; so bad her teeth chatter; so bad it feels like she's going to shake apart. She stays quiet, stoic, through it, clinging to her friend, and eventually it recedes and then subsides.
Ekkreth holds her through it, firm enough to secure her against the shaking, but with her arms positioned so if Deskyl wants to break free she'll have no trouble doing so.
And at that she relaxes, all at once, and finally tears up.
Good, that would be awful.
She's not clinging any more, just huddled against her; the tears come and go quickly, but she shows no sign of wanting to move afterward.
Yeah that's pretty much going to happen.
"Hi," Ekkreth says when the droid comes within earshot.
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