A shoto hilt wasn't going to just plop out of the sky, and she had given her word to her father to make her own lightsaber. It was a rite of passage, after all, one he had no doubt done himself when he was a student... many, many, many years ago.
As she looked around in some debris, she tried for a moment to imagine what he must've looked like when he was her age.
Probably less wrinkles from frowning and glaring.D5 LM. Scavenging for materials. Streetwise/Cunning. Average. +1 Boost from Street Smarts:
4eA+1eB+2eD 4 successesAh, jackpot. Why didn't I do this before?Looking up from her find, she heard her communicator beeping.
Shaisha Vreysk wrote:
The image of Shaisha flickered online as the call was accepted. Unlike Kristal, she was fully dressed, wearing her usual robes.
"Kris? Is everything alright?" She sounded concerned, perhaps because everyone was on edge after last night's news.
Kristal Serasai wrote:
"Everything is fine," she said, waylaying some of the concerns perhaps.
"It seems in failing in my attempts to busy myself I turn next to seeking someone I can speak with," she offers after that. Raising her head Kristal appears simply tired, already.
Shaisha Vreysk wrote:
Shaisha took a moment to push an earlier conversation this morning from her mind.
"Of course. You know you can talk to me. I'm not as suave as Syl, but I'm here if you need someone who can listen."
Kristal Serasai wrote:
Pushing her hair up, out of her face before just letting it fall back down practically where it was in the first place.
"Neither of us could hope to be such, it's a special talent he has... but I can't exactly speak to him about this," she said, keeping her hands busy by doing a bit of cleanup as they spoke. Not that the hologram picked up anything but the motion of it all.
"I'm not convinced of the discovery last night. I am a Serasai, we are built different... it just doesn't make sense."
Kristal was intentionally vague, knowing full well with their upbringing just how monitored these conversations were. Normally she might not speak of it at all but there was a need there. As much as she couldn't believe it true, she couldn't deny the possibility. It was... frustratingly uncertain.
Shaisha Vreysk wrote:
"..."
Shaisha sighed.
"Our parents are rarely who we want them to be. Who your father is for you, as your father, is not nescessarily who he is when he is the Moff. Rarely does a Moff rise to power without the backing of a Sith lord."
She cast a glance to the side, as if making sure that no one were eavesdropping.
"When I was a child, before coming to live with the Torsins, my memories of my own father are mostly good. I didn't see him often, as my parents never married, but I have fond memories of that time. Then my mother died, and everything was different. I don't see him often, but the times I do, he is nothing like what he was back then."
Kristal Serasai wrote:
"Just a few years could not possibly change him so..." she said, neglecting the fact that most of their conversations over the course of her life were over Holo-com. Nothing could be sure, and yet she was so sure.
"No, it doesn't make sense... it's too perfect, can't you feel it?"
Shaisha Vreysk wrote:
"... Do you think someone could have attempted to frame him?" she asked calmly.