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  1. Genesis

    Dantooine

    "Nice to meet you Kakuto Ryu." I managed to get out before Armiena spoke, but his body language and words only quieted my cheerfulness after I spoke. He spoke with a condemned tone and his posture screamed remorse, but I could even begin to imagine what horrors he had seen or lived through. Still, I had my own tale, my own life before the Jedi, and it wasn't something that I, myself, was proud of. Poking at the fire, my gaze settling upon the ignited ashes flowing away in the breeze, I sighed. "We all have regrets, but mercy is something we all deserve." Just as I finished speaking, an unease settled over my form and my gaze shifted to Armiena just as she spoke, her own posture and tone growing dark to my ears as curiosity took hold. So she knew the name, and by her aura and guise, it wasn't a good thing. For the first time in a long time, I felt a tinge of fear creeping across my form, and as she moved in between us, I could only sit there in silence and listen, watchful. I had never seen Armiena get so roused before, her very core shaken. And her tone, though her words spoke different, I could hear the echo of disgust within her speech pattern. Whoever this man was, she didn't approve of his existence, his life, and it was apparent that she had begun to see why he had been locked away. All of which, of course, was lost upon me. But to see Armiena's fight or flight over the frail form of this being became the scariest curiosity of them all. And yet, out of all the outcomes, her words left me completely dumbfounded. "Him? Leave with us?" I questioned to myself after having witnessed Armiena like I had never before, so much so that I briefly questioned my Master's sanity. And yet, ironically, it felt right and there was logic in her words. Who better to watch over a man who stirred Armiena so well than Armiena? And perhaps I could discover why he stirred up such emotion while he does, this stranger who was locked away for what would be his eternity. Was he Sith? This made me worry even more. And yet, his remorse was sincere, something I knew alot about. Either way, our paths crossing was no coincidence. Opening my mouth, I spoke. "Why not?"
  2. Genesis

    Dantooine

    As the man rose, I studied his figure. As with any figure whom had seen imprisonment, his hair was shaggy and his beard unkempt. But his form was frail and thin, likely having been kept in that box for who knows how long. Still, there was an unease in the pit of my stomach that remained even after he spoke and I couldn't truly understand why. His body was riddled with scars, and even a prosthetic socket adorned his arm. But his gaze seemed puzzled, and even almost timid. Yet I still for the life of me couldn't explain why he caused the hairs of my neck to stand on their ends. Leaning over, I blew into the smoldering coals as I placed fresh fuel upon them, dry grass that laid within reach and a few logs the man had gathered before finding a stick to jab through the nerf he had thrown at me earlier. Laying it across another I had jabbed into the soil, my gaze shifted to meet Armiena's before turning to his own. Soon the smell of the fat rolling from the meat would wander around them as it boiled and sizzles against the flame. "You're on Dantooine." I spoke with an almost hiss to my tone, my leeriness likely coming through over protecting my homeworld from someone the Jedi seemed dangerous enough to bury away. Still, I couldn't help but pity the man anyways, a possible mirrored reflection of what could have been my fate if Master Armiena hadn't came into my life. "And truth be told, we're simply investigating you, and why you were given such a fate..." Before I could finish my sentence, I heard Armiena curse, causing a natural reaction to jerk toward her. "Master Draygo?" I spoke abruptly, but settled back down when i saw the entanglement she had placed herself in. When offered the caf, I shook my head a solid no. Wasn't much a caf drinker to begin with. Made me jittery. Looking back toward the man, I finished. "So tell us stranger. Now that you're free, what are your plans? Where would you go with no memories? Do you remember anything related to your past?" I know I was being a bit inquisitive, but I was curious what his next moves were.
  3. Genesis

    Dantooine

    I stood there in silence as blood ran down my face, the eye patch covering my Miraluka heritage saturated in its fluids. As Armiena departed toward the man, I looked around, the stooped down and placed the meat into a paper I had on hand and tied it with some yarn before placing it into my satchel. I wasn't half lying when I said it had been awhile since I had nerf. Standing back up, I wiped what I could off my face and started walking to catch up with Master Armiena. The moon was in full phase tonight, and on a crystal clear night like this one, the area was well lit and almost picturesque, able to see nearly a few kilometers with perfect senses. Still, the grass was tall and it was rather obscure even when the wind blew and shifted about. Coming upon the carcass and former campfire, I gazed around, attempting to gather a glimpse into the man's mindframe through what I and Armiena saw before us. It was a primitive set up for a camp, the hide laid about upon the dewing grass near the fire, the meat hanging across the wood. Even the Kinrath Claw was discarded nearby, kicking it with my foot where it had been torn from its owner. And looking at the dimming embers of the fire, not doused with water, were still warm and partially covered a small stone that laid beside it. A smirk crossed my face. This man knew how to go off the grid and disappear. We were truly lucky to have caught up to him. As Master Armiena spoke, I sat down on a nearby rock by the brook, gazing into it as I remembered the box myself. "You have nothing to fear, stranger." I spoke behind her, memories of my own imprisonment rolling into my mind. "My Master here saved me from my own imprisonment, and i highly doubt she would condone you to such a fate either."
  4. Genesis

    Dantooine

    Movement was all I was able to make out as the shadow silhouette dove out of sight, my blaster following his direction quickly as my finger slowly squeezed the trigger. But Armiena's words stopped me, feeling her hand brace my shoulder as she spoke and she stepped forward toward the man. Lowering my blaster, I followed, slowly, my gaze fixated toward where the man's figure had disappeared, leary of who or what he could have been, his hoarse voice only confirming what i was thinking. So he was the one locked away by the Jedi Order. Or perhaps a crazy coot with a piece of the meat lodged down the wrong wind pipe, with the latter seeming more coincidental than true. No. He spoke like a crazed prisoner, sensory overloaded and unsure of himself. And that could possibly spell even more dangerous than whoever he was before being locked away in such a manner. A sense of relief settled upon me as Armiena activated her beam and returned her own words, but I still stood at the ready should he try a move of desperation. "Its been a minute since I've had nerf." I jested in hopes of adding my own attempt to defuse the already dangerous situation. "Perhaps you would lend a fellow vagabond a sample to taste? Surely it's not entirely bad?" As Armiena stopped, so did I, my blaster still set to stun near my hip in my off hand and my saber clipped opposite. I stood in her shadow, out of sight save for my youthful voice, hoping that my Master's experience would serve a better outcome. Looking toward her, I shrugged my shoulders, before refocusing on his obscure location. Curiosity was beginning to get the better of me.
  5. Genesis

    Dantooine

    I nodded with slight understanding as we crawled through the tight spacing, only my imagination giving me a glimpse of what she was talking about. But in truth, I could only imagine it. Laying in a tight box, no light or sound, only darkness and occassional smell of one's self. It made my skin crawl at just the thought of such a fate. And my mind couldn't wrap its self around the Jedi partaking in such torture. Yet, the box, the orders, all were true and evident. Only I couldn't even begin to imagine what power a person could weild to warrant such damnation. Climbing over the loose garment that Master Armiena left behind, I gripped the edges of the tunnel's opening into the cavern before us, its rank and putrid smell defecating my nostrils as soon as I took in the air within. Igniting my saber, I explored what its light touched with my sight as Armiena took point, pulling tight my vibroknucklers upon my fists as i switched hands. Bodies seem to stack up as we went, kinrath corpses by what i could tell. And when Master Armiena dislodged one's claw with an awful gut wrenching noise, their means of death were revealed. Dantooine had been my home as long as i could remember, likely longer. Kath Hounds were dangerous enough, but they were passive aggressive and only attacked when threatened or hungry. Kinrath were a totally different beast, cave dwellers who would attack without provocation. And even the greatest of raiders i had met during my excursions all knew to avoid them at any cost. So to see what appeared to be a singular force capable to taking them down, it amazed me and terrified me at the same time. So much so, that before i realized it, we had exited the cave system and was back on the surface, a clear night filled sky above us. Deactivating my blade and clipping it to my hip, I followed in Master Armiena's suite, grabbing my blaster and sticking close to her heels despite how tired I was after the previous day's workout. There was always a rejuvenating quality of Dantooine's night air, especially like tonight. But even despite that, I couldn't help but struggle to keep up. A few kilometers away, and a fire revealed itself along with a man. And unlike the cave, the smell of the meat her was tantalizing and inviting. Yet I remained on guard, nodding my head as I upholstered my own blaster and set it to stun and heard Master Armiena fire into the air, placing his visage in my crosshairs.
  6. Genesis

    Dantooine

    As Armiena took off, I fell back into my chair with a rough 'thumph', the soft chair cushioning most of the tilted fall. Strapping myself in, I could only imagine what was racing through her mind at that moment, so I sat in silence, mostly lost in the memories of the last time I stepped foot within its halls. It helped to pass the awkward silence that had befallen us, and before I knew it, we landed nearly as hard as we took off. Unbuckling myself, I fell in behind her as we departed McShipface a hint of my own awkwardness as I stepped out onto the soil that I once attempted to steal from and the events that led me to who I had become since. Not much of the place had changed, and as Armiena and the Jedi conversed, I walked behind, taking in the sites I once only saw in the dead of night, catching a few gazes that recognized me from my trial before I was handed over to the DSF and sent to Felucia. I had changed so much from the gutter rat that I once was and now I was on the precipice of my Knighting, and yet, the gazes I recieved still made me uncomfortable and judged. Every now and then, I would catch a portion of the conversation. But for the most part, it was a walk down memory lane for myself. Yet, we went even deeper than even I had been able to go, my interest peaked as I studied the subterranean portion of the conclave, and even this 'Revanchist' that my two Elders were conversing about. That was, until Armiena's composure fell and I saw her reach for her blaster, causing a bit of a shock to my mind. Whatever Revanchist was, these Jedi were simply following orders, orders with what seemed to be on a need to know basis. I understood her reaction, but at the same time, surely the Order had their reasons for such precautions and measures. Right? Such secrecy alluded me, and whatever it was, for such measures to be taken meant danger. And yet, like Armiena, I did not hold to the idea of life imprisonment. Confusingly, I nodded my head when Armiena spoke to me, unclipping my saber and holding it at the ready. But before she took off, I grasped at her arm. "Is everything alright Master? You seem uneased."
  7. Genesis

    Dantooine

    I must admit that I was a bit uneased when Armiena placed her hands upon my form, particularly my pelvis, but I listened closely to her words and did as she asked. Igniting my blade, I executed the spin over and over, feeling her hands slide around my waist and guide my form, letting her knowledge of battle make up for my inexperience. With each spin and stroke, I could feel my muscles contracting and loosening, until finally, the burn began to set in, especially my loins. And then her words echoed once again, this time, Armiena offering up her own demonstration and I could see what she meant. I had forced myself to face my opponent and use my blade as a shield in my spin, but when I came out of it, I was momentarily exposed before I switched to my off hand. Mimicking her, I came into the spin and focused on my balance, but when I came out, I quickly adapted to her demonstration. After a few repetitions, I was more sore than I had ever thought possible. And as she called for a moment, I fell out upon the decking, heavy in my breath and letting my muscles relax, thinking that perhaps i should stick to the basics and let them become second nature before i attempt unorthodox moves. Hearing my name, i gazed up at her as she slid past me toward the ground, the wincing of muscle aches causing me to briefly lay there a moment later as i turned inward with the Force and focused on my oxygen and blood circulation toward my muscles, altering my body chemistry to aid in healing the small aches enough to regain myself. After a minute or so passed, i clamored to my feet and followed. Sliding down the side of McShippy, i curled the Force beneath my form and slowed my decent, stepping off the whirlwind like stepping off a speeder's leg just as i hit the ground and quickly followed suite up the ramp. Naturally, when I found her, she was buried in documents, pouring over messages recieved when I noticed through my own peering a location I knew all too well. Pointing my finger to the small coordinates off on the side, I spoke. "The old Jedi Conclave they caught me stealing from. Just a few kilometers from here past my parent's old homestead."
  8. Genesis

    Dantooine

    "Makashi..." I spoke to myself as I glanced down upon the hilt, grasping it loosely against the palm of my hand with my thumb near the top as a means of guidence. Twirling the blade, I could see what she meant, the ease of the control, the fluidity of the movements, almost as if an extension of my own arm. "I see." I stepped into position beside her, my gaze following her movements and allowing my form to mimic hers, stepping to the front with my dominant foot to the rear, and quickly using it retreat after. It was elegant, almost tasteful, the movements, parries, and thrusts. But I couldn't help but notice that it could lead to so much more with practice, like learning to dance by following the base footwork and then improvising once it's been learnt by heart. And the most important part, was it felt natural to me, almost as if it called to my heart. And that alone eased my mind of using such a weapon. And in that realization, I excelled. Soon I was moving ahead of Master Armiena at an invisible opponent, swatting their blades away, twisting around upon my heels, using feints to catch them off guard before quickly attacking with shallow cuts. But the most notable was the fact that I was drawn into using my form acrobatically, both as an extension of the blade and the blade an extension of my self. And in the final blow toward my opponent, I came into a spin, my blade against their invisible blade, and as I came out, I dropped the blade from my dominant hand into my off hand behind me and finished them with a well met slice to the torso. I stood, deactivating my blade and clipping it to my hip. I turned with a chuckle, wiping the sweat from upon my face and had to catch my breath through my speaking, quite embarrassed. "Forgive me Master. I don't know what came over me."
  9. Genesis

    Dantooine

    It didn't take long for my question to be given an answer, her form stepping toward me feverishly and hasteful. Twirling my blade in my hand out of sheer instinct, i brought up before my gaze and shifted my weight into my dominant heel, spinning out of her initial attack and turning back to face her in full circle. There was confusion in my gaze, perhaps even a hint of my rather not having to face her even in training. But she was as relentless in her pursuit as the Kath Hounds I've known my entire life. So I was forced into the defensive. Sparks erupted with each use of the blade's edge to block another attack, sweat bearing down into my eye causing it to sting and burn and water, using my weight to shift me from side to side to evade blows when I couldn't block. Even my breathing labored as fatigue began to set in along side my reluctance. But I pushed myself forward still, hinging on the balance between my will and my need. If I was truly to walk this Galaxy as a Jedi, I must become a Jedi in both mind and body. I had to admit though, her last move before I felt her unignited blade tap me under my arm was slightly mesmerizing, a good bit of coolness emanating from it just as it had the night before when I performed a similar move upon the Kath Hounds that attacked me. Hearing her words, I sighed with subtle relief and deactivated my own. And I turned to face her, the gaze in my eyes still showing a semblance of unease as it shifted from my weapon to her. "So there are many forms?" I questioned more i proclaimed, my mind wondering to which one would fit me best. "Which one works best with the curved hilt I chose?"
  10. Genesis

    Dantooine

    With Armiena's reply, I sighed briefly, but set a gaze of determination upon my face as I settled into the instructed position, angling my dominate foot to the rear and extended my blade about waist high as I squatted beside her. As her form began to instruct, I followed, if clumsily, behind her, taking the instructions seriously despite my own embarrassment as I hung to every instruction and word. "If it's so outdated..." I questioned as my form repeated her actions slowly, familiarizing my self with every swing of the blade and movements of my own own form and hand. "Then why not do away with it and incorporate its bring always into a newer form?" In truth, given my previous standings on carrying such a weapon, I had really dug into the individual forms nor studied them in great lengths besides glancing here and there. So I wasnt quite sure if such a thing had been done, but I was hoping it had. I had noticed that even on Coruscant and Borleias after that Jedi seemed to make styles their own, so it wasn't a long shot that a form had been designed from this one. But as I said before, I hadn't studied it in depth neither. And her next movements only confirmed this, sway off the rythmatic movements we had been making as she came toward me and asked me to attack her. Despite this having only been an exercise, at least to my knowledge, I still came across hesitant and slight confused as her words sank in. Other than the fluid movements we had just been practicing and the small encounter with the Kath Hounds the night before, of which still stained my clothes and reeked around me, I had never truly used any blade since that fateful day, let alone a lightsaber, a blade that was naturally offset due to the weightlessness of its blade compared to its hilt. Stepping back a few steps, my gaze speaking the question that i was dying to ask verbally, i let my blade level out to my side. Could i truly attack my Master, even if only for training?
  11. Genesis

    Dantooine

    I sat in silence and watched in awe as Armiena spoke and gave presentation. Similar to how I have managed the flow of oxygen through my blood and into my muscles to run faster, it wasn't a far fetch stretch to think it was possible to do the same with jumping, or even, as I thought, increasing strength in general. Momentarily my mind crossed the thought of lifting MyShipFace, catching Master Armiena off guard up top. But I knew it was nearly impossible with strength alone and telekinesis would be the stronger ally. Crouching down in a near mimic of her maneuver, I focused the Force like I did before. With all of my strength and aided by the Force, I blindly jumped upward into the air, and significantly past Armiena and McShipFace's top, soaring a few kilometers into the air before I began the fall. Silently I thought to myself that I really needed to stop doing things so blindly and start off more limited, but as my fall fell closer and closer toward the ground, panic briefly stepped in and I attempted to stop myself from falling. Of course it didn't work, but after reaching out toward the ground and my panic filled thought to not die, I felt no landing, causing me to open my eyes. Here I was, floating mere inches from the ground as the force flowed through me telekinetically, my will not to die having flowed through it and me into the ground below. With a sigh, I plunged the finally few inches into the grass, collecting a mouthful in my landing. But also in the process, I figured out what she meant. The Force flowed through my every action, through my will and it's own, converting over into a symbiotic relationship between myself and the Force. And if I could use telekinesis along with the altering aspect, it should hone the final fine tuning I needed. So I stepped back a few feet, my mind focusing not only in altering my speed and strength needed to making the jump, but I focused my sight and mind, allow the telekinesis to hone and finalize my aim. But it still needed to be tested safely first. Hence why i stepped back. Running forward with the speed i enhanced before, i jumped, but not directly to the top. I felt my feet as each step landed upon the side of McShipFace as I guided my form, quickly twisting when I found solid footing to redirect myself to the next step, and before I knew it, I stood eye level with Master Armiena, the goofish smile adorning my face and hardly out of breath. My blade active, I twirled its curved hilt in my hand, satisfied and amazed that i had actually done it in all honesty. I knew i would need practice to further hone it, but it was an amazing start. With a chuckle, i questioned almost egotistically. "So what's next?"
  12. Genesis

    Dantooine

    As I took Master Armiena's hand up, I nodded my thanks and dusted the now drying grass and dust from my form, taking in the breaths that refilled my lungs after the wind was literally knocked out of me. By now the Sun was beginning to glare down on us, and despite my having grew adapted to this world and its environment, even I could feel the heat of the day beginning to come on in its opening. Wiping a bead of sweat beginning to form on my brow, I watched as Master Armiena chugged off in the direction we came from, shaking my head, my mind trying to wrap my head around the purpose. Grabbing her robes, I took off behind her, using the same mentality I used before, concentrating the flow of the Force through me to balance and enhance my speed. But as I did, I kept watching her own form slowly beginning to fade into the distance as my form began to hinder and fault to my inexperience. I could feel the burning of my muscles even over the heat that was beaming down on me, could feel the exhaustion of my lungs as my breathing attempting to keep up with my exertion. But this was new to me, and my body held a long way to become used to it. Especially the last leg of it, my mind praying to see her or the ship before I gave into the need to simply lay down and rest. When I finally did arrive at the ship, still at a faster pace than my usual full run, my exhaustion was self evident as I buckled again, albeit this time simple onto my stomach before I rolled over in an attempt to catch my breath as I looked up at Master Armiena atop McShipface as I waved her robes and held up my pointer finger, indicating that I needed just a moment. And as I played there basking in the sun, more than just a moment past as I finally struggled to rise and took a breath so deep that I weaved and my head felt light. I exhaled, beginning to feel my form regain some semblance of strength as I unclipped my lightsaber and ignited it in turn, feeling my next lesson delved into its use. Placing my free hand over my eyes as I glared up to her, keeping the glaring sun from my eyes, I poised a simple question. "How do you expect me to get up there, Master?"
  13. Genesis

    Dantooine

    As we jogged across the grassy plains of my homeworld, I gazed upon it in a different light. No longer did it feel dark and gloomy, nor did it feel oppressive and prisoning. No. Today I gazed upon the first healthy view of its humid sunlight with joy and excitement. As if I had faced my darkened past and come out of it rejuvenated with an entire new outlook upon it. For it was home, and home had always been where my heart truly laid. Where Armiena was uncomfortable and dreaded, I was complacent and found enjoyment. But then again, I grew up on this world, and was accustomed to its weather all year round. I grew up facing its elements with very little protection. But not was all as it seemed, her voice trailing behind her and catching my ears with techniques I did not know. I watched in awe as she quickly sped away and nearly out of sight with only her words echoing in my mind. Pushing myself harder to try and play catch up, my mind wondered on her words. Better? Stronger? Faster? I knew I saw the Force work upon the displaced Citizens I worked on back on Borleias. But how could I apply such a technique on a healthy living person? Closing my eyes, I turned inward into my own body, flowing the rapid beating of my heart, the pumping and flowing of the blood and cells within me, and expanding and falling of my lungs. That was when it hit me. Like my using the Force to heal those on Borleias by hastening their natural healing, I could do something similar with my own form. But I had to be careful, as it was a fine line to walk. I could increase the oxygen flow from to blood and cells to my muscles, increasing their own dexterity, but too much could cause me to faint just as too little would. And hastening my heart to match could leading to even more dangerous scenarios. I could see what she meant, but I had to focus and apply the right amount to each addition, balancing it over all to match perfectly, making sure not to overdo it. And so i attempted to try, slightly altering the flow of my blood to spread up the dispersal of the oxygen to my muscles while simultaneously increasing the intake of the oxygen through my lungs and the rate of my heart ever so slightly so that i wouldnt overload my system and cause my body to exhaust too quickly. And before i knew it, i was doing it, my gaze falling upon her as i began to quickly catch up. Only one problem. Now that i was doing it, how could i stop as i grew closer and closer? My mind briefly flew into a panic as i tried to stop myself, but before i knew it, i had tripped on my own two feet and came rolling past her as i past her now stopped form. Yeah. I would need a little more practice.
  14. Genesis

    Dantooine

    I nudged my head in a slight thankful bow as she praised my considerate thought and climbed upon my feet as she rose off me, dusting the wet grass from the general area I could reach, and with a quick thought, reach my hand and my mind out with the Force, urging my saber back to me, careful not to beacon the ignition switch in the process. Until it became second nature, I would have to be careful with it, and that could very well take awhile given my previous stance upon wielding one in the first place. As I clipped it upon my belt, I gazed upon her own as she showed it. At first glance as she ignited one blade after the other, I pondered the aspects of her wielding a double bladed lightsaber, as in truth, it seemed to fit her. But as the expulsion of gas and blade tethered to liquid cable snapped my attention and nearly stopped my heart, I found myself quite mesmerized by her ingenuity. There was nothing like it in the archives I had studied nor was it listed in what I had downloaded onto my datapad for ideas and study. I had heard tales of her prowess with both combat and machines alike, most notably her inventiveness with the wolfspiders used in previous wars. But this, seeing it in action, removed any doubt I may have previously held. But as she spoke, I returned to reality and my mind grew briefly dim. War. It wasn't a term I had came to terms with yet. At least not fully. I saw first hand what it wrought to Coruscant, the devastation, the chaos, and in truth, it was what pushed me to fully commit to my choice of following the Jedi's path. But I had only seen it, not experienced it like she had. And part of me doubted that I would ever know the experience with it that she truly understood. Especially with the real world of my writer being plagued by a pandemic known as COVID-19 that was running rampant like wildfire across his globe. If only he could escape it into our world, perhaps he could avoid his own reality. But that wasn't possible. With a nod as Armiena took off, I quickly followed in suit. It was time for my training to become rigorous, this i knew. So i kept pace, letting my lungs expand to match, pacing myself. But after a few minutes, the brisk walk turned into a jog, my pacing hastening behind her. I could not tell where she was leading me, but i had come to trust her. Where she led me, i would surely follow.
  15. Genesis

    Dantooine

    A sense of pride began to swell within me as praise from Master Armiena reached the lobes of my ears and resounded throughout the encased drums of my middle ear. Especially at her amazement with the Ultrachrome hilt, though truth be told, I had taken it from the ship's forward cockpit looming above. But lost in all that pride and praise, I failed to mention one thing, and it was due to that, that what happened next could have been avoided. I felt the weight of her form connect with mine before my attention drew to what was happening, her pause in her speech and throwing of my blade causing my gaze to follow with confusion and a blank train of thought that followed. Before my mind even had a chance to draw anything together, she was atop me, squeezing me with her own form and my head aching from its brief but firm connection with the earthen soil beneath us. In the moments that followed as my mind began to rather its thoughts both from the confusion and the brief blow, I noticed that though her form was frail in outer appearence, it was muscular and strong. And despite that neither of us had hit the refresher in quite some time now, her sweaty scent held an almost flowery essence in its trail. After a few more moments passed, I felt her form ease and she rose to looked at my blade, my gaze looking at her differently than I had before. Yes, I was a boy. But it wasn't that. Even as her questioned slipped out her lips, I realized how long it had been since I felt another's embrace, let alone one from a female. And in truth, it felt warm and comfortable, and in that brief second, part of me wanted it to continue, if only to remember the similar embrace of my mother's, the embrace of one who chose to protect their child with everything they were. And in that moment, a tear streamed down unnoticed until I felt it begin to roll down my cheek. Rising from the ground, I wiped it away and gazed in the direction of my blade. With a chuckle and a smirk, I spoke. "I installed a internal switch to prevent just anyone being able to activate it. It just felt right that a weapon of such power should have one, even if it was meant to protect lives by taking them."
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