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She wondered how Thaed did it, and how he didn’t shred his fingers like she did now as she completed the wiring. Wearing gloves made the delicate process of putting together the device much too difficult, though she was glad her droids sat with her while she did so, they easily lead a helping hand to the Inquisitor as she worked, though Arnine seemed to have something cocky to say every time she gave him a direction.
The droid hovered over her shoulder, shining a lighting onto her work bench. She paused in her work, eyeing the letter Reland had given to her before she ended his life. Her thoughts drifted long enough that her hand dipped, nicking her palm on a sharp ledge. Arnine did whatever was the equivalent to a droid laugh; she regretted giving him a voicebox to speak basic.
“Mistress, may I suggest a break so your human mind may rest?” Ebb rolled her eyes, the droid picking up on its Master’s silence, “I have determined the lack of a response means you’re pondering a quip, but can’t due to the fatigue you have placed yourself under in the last few days.”
“I’m trying to determine if I regret refitting you.” Ebb spoke getting back to work, finishing the last touches as she begun to reassemble the lightsaber, carefully laying each part back within itself as the plans instructed. Ebb could hear Thaed’s voice echoing in her mind, telling her not to do anything too quick or stupid. The woman sighed, perhaps she was ready to leave the galaxy to its games.
There was a chime at the door and Ebb glanced over to the chrono, noting the time. “Dammit…” she whisped, finishing up the last decorative pieces, the lightsaber was complete, resembling much of the late Jedi Councilor’s that she had executed. Ebb set the lightsaber down and out stretched her hand, calling her black robe to her, covering her arms and shoulders, but not really doing much for the grease and cuts exposed on her hands.
The Dark Lord had given her a young Sith’s profile to review, a deserter from his other Order, Anthoni had found his way to the Sith. However, as Inquisitor, it was her duty to test his loyalties, as the Imperium has had recently issues with deserters of their own. She exited her work station and went to a room adjacent to her living quarters, a sort of meditation room, where she could meet privately with others of the Imperium, or where she most enjoyed watching the holovids of her daughter while she ran around the room.
Ebb rubbed her hands on her robe, getting as much grim as she could from in between her fingers before Anthoni arrived. She prayed for his sake, he was not late, she had an Order to annihilate.
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The droid hovered over her shoulder, shining a lighting onto her work bench. She paused in her work, eyeing the letter Reland had given to her before she ended his life. Her thoughts drifted long enough that her hand dipped, nicking her palm on a sharp ledge. Arnine did whatever was the equivalent to a droid laugh; she regretted giving him a voicebox to speak basic.
“Mistress, may I suggest a break so your human mind may rest?” Ebb rolled her eyes, the droid picking up on its Master’s silence, “I have determined the lack of a response means you’re pondering a quip, but can’t due to the fatigue you have placed yourself under in the last few days.”
“I’m trying to determine if I regret refitting you.” Ebb spoke getting back to work, finishing the last touches as she begun to reassemble the lightsaber, carefully laying each part back within itself as the plans instructed. Ebb could hear Thaed’s voice echoing in her mind, telling her not to do anything too quick or stupid. The woman sighed, perhaps she was ready to leave the galaxy to its games.
There was a chime at the door and Ebb glanced over to the chrono, noting the time. “Dammit…” she whisped, finishing up the last decorative pieces, the lightsaber was complete, resembling much of the late Jedi Councilor’s that she had executed. Ebb set the lightsaber down and out stretched her hand, calling her black robe to her, covering her arms and shoulders, but not really doing much for the grease and cuts exposed on her hands.
The Dark Lord had given her a young Sith’s profile to review, a deserter from his other Order, Anthoni had found his way to the Sith. However, as Inquisitor, it was her duty to test his loyalties, as the Imperium has had recently issues with deserters of their own. She exited her work station and went to a room adjacent to her living quarters, a sort of meditation room, where she could meet privately with others of the Imperium, or where she most enjoyed watching the holovids of her daughter while she ran around the room.
Ebb rubbed her hands on her robe, getting as much grim as she could from in between her fingers before Anthoni arrived. She prayed for his sake, he was not late, she had an Order to annihilate.
@Mr.BossMan