It had been months since Andruil had taken part in the sacking of Ajan Kloss. The difference within the Sith Lord from then to now was immense. The darkness that had only been a speck at Kloss had grown and expanded like a blackhole. It had begun to swallow up everything within her and culminated with her final transformation during the conquest of Dathomir.
Since then, her entire life had changed. When she'd left her clan, she was without responsibility to anyone. She'd simply lived on the fly, going and doing what she wanted when she wanted. While the Nightsister Clans were still quite autonomous, she now had responsibilities to ensure their safety, advancement, and, yes, compliance.
Until now, she'd doubted her ability and fortitude to bleed the crystal of a Jedi Councilor, and while she'd be a fool not to still treat it very seriously, she felt she was prepared now.
The location she'd chosen was far from anyone else, wanting absolute solitude for whatever might become of this situation. She made her way into the small remnant of the ruins and prepared to begin.
She drew a circle in the dirt and several runes around it before placing the crystal in the center. She could hear its song already, a warm and relaxing tune that wasn't unlike the call she heard from Dathomir itself.
Around the outside of the circle she set the other components of the saber. It was not the original casing of the Councilor, but one crafted for her own purposes that would contain the crystal when the process was done. The only remaining step was the crystal.
From her readings, the saber was an extension of oneself and one's will, and she could feel the life within the crystal. It didn't appreciate her, its song in vague discord with the one within herself. From what she understood, the process was not so different from reshaping a mind or the subjugation she had performed with Siph. Not so different, and yet anything but easy.
Since then, her entire life had changed. When she'd left her clan, she was without responsibility to anyone. She'd simply lived on the fly, going and doing what she wanted when she wanted. While the Nightsister Clans were still quite autonomous, she now had responsibilities to ensure their safety, advancement, and, yes, compliance.
Until now, she'd doubted her ability and fortitude to bleed the crystal of a Jedi Councilor, and while she'd be a fool not to still treat it very seriously, she felt she was prepared now.
The location she'd chosen was far from anyone else, wanting absolute solitude for whatever might become of this situation. She made her way into the small remnant of the ruins and prepared to begin.
She drew a circle in the dirt and several runes around it before placing the crystal in the center. She could hear its song already, a warm and relaxing tune that wasn't unlike the call she heard from Dathomir itself.
Around the outside of the circle she set the other components of the saber. It was not the original casing of the Councilor, but one crafted for her own purposes that would contain the crystal when the process was done. The only remaining step was the crystal.
From her readings, the saber was an extension of oneself and one's will, and she could feel the life within the crystal. It didn't appreciate her, its song in vague discord with the one within herself. From what she understood, the process was not so different from reshaping a mind or the subjugation she had performed with Siph. Not so different, and yet anything but easy.