The One Armed Witch Part 3 Equip

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Part 3:  Equip

Location: Batorine

IC: Knight Bathori, Artifex Terrogate

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Music: Spectrum, by Florence + the machine

https://youtu.be/iC-\_lVzdiFE

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Late at night, Mab sat on a stool in front of her work bench. The basement was dark, only a single lamp above the table was lit and the faint moonlight seeped through the glass ceiling.

Ammit's lightsaber along with the light shoto the Iktotchi had taken from the Jedi Gyr, lay before Mab, neatly placed together. With her only having one arm, the long hilt on Ammit’s saber had become impractical. The witch had to adapt and  was determined to build a new one, two to be exact, two sisters.

For weeks she had been preparing, she had made teal coloured leather, from the raw skin that she had taken from her daughter’s wings. The witch had also recovered the bones she had buried. It was against her mates will, but to the Iktotchi it was important, these lightshades would be special, personal. Mab had melted down Ammit’s golden bracers, she no longer had any use for them but she could use the gold itself. With all the material ready, she now had to disassemble the two lightsabers before her, taking the crystals and rebuild two new blades.

Using the dark side magic the witch conjured an arm that would allow her to work on the lightsabers. Mab took Ammit’s lightsaber, carefully she unscrewed the crystal energy chamber and took the purple crystal out and placed it aside. She did the same with the light shoto of Gyr, taking the minty green crystal out of the chamber, and places it next to the purple one. Finally she takes both hilts apart.

Two crystal energy chambers and lens assemblies, two switch parts and powercells, two emitters and hand grips, all neatly placed before her on the workbench. To make them similar she had to strip each part of their outer body, leaving only the internal parts.

For hours the witch tinkered with the metal covers that she had stripped of the old sabers, shaping them to be similar in every way. After that she took the hollow S’kytri bones and carved them into beautiful decorative parts that would fit perfectly on the metal covers she had just forged.

With her razor sharp nails she carved runes of power, two on each emitter shroud, two that would give meaning to the crystal the saber would carry. On one she carved “Kaun” and “Isa,” which stood for; Death and Malady, Ice and Destruction. On the other she carved “Perthro” and “Týr” which stood for New life and feminine energy, the one handed God of War and Justice. After finishing her bone carvings she took the gold of Ammit’s bracers and melted it down, pouring the golden liquid into the knot carvings and runes.

Now the difficult part would start, assembling each part. Starting with the emitter matrix of each lightsaber, Mab adjusted the magnetic stabilizing rings and energy modulation circuits. With precision she aligned all the lenses and connected the wires. As soon as she was done she slid the new shrouds over the Emitters and clicked the decorative bone carvings in place. The golden decorations shimmered as she secured the covers with tiny wires.

Next part was the crystal energy chamber, securing the crystal mounts and aligning the energy channel so that it would connect to the emitter. Last she adjusted the power vortex rings and power field conductors before sliding all the parts into the newly forged covers. She connected all the parts forming two beautiful weapons.

Drops of sweat trickled down her face, Mab had been working for hours and the work wasn’t done yet. Her right arm faded, she was to exhausted to continue and decided to retire for the rest of the night

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As soon as she woke the next day Mab was eager to finish her work. Before she returned to her lab she had one request for her family. “My blood?” Terrogate asked as he looked at her with a frown. “Yes" she nodded and continued “yours and from the children.” The tall warrior wasn’t familiar with magic and didn’t understand why she needed their blood. “But why?” Mab smiled, “I want to create a bond between the two crystals, to me and to our family.” She paused and looked at him, wondering what he was thinking. “it would mean a lot to me" she added. The Catharian's frown disappeared, “I think it’s a wonderful idea.”

Moments later Mab returned to the basement with three vails of blood in her hand. She collected a small bowl from the shelves and the two crystals from her lab. Then the witch stepped up to the altar at the centre of the room, placing the bowl containing the crystals on the stone table. Now she needed her own blood, under normal circumstances she would have made an incision in her hand but that was impossible now. She opened her robes, and used her ultrachrome nail cut into the scared tissue of what was left of her shoulder. Only a small incision, enough to use telekinesis to draw her blood from the wound. She poured the red liquid over the crystals in the bowl and then added the contents of the three vails. Both crystals were now submerged in the cocktail of blood.

With a deep breath she raised her hand above the bowl and started chanting a mantra of the runes she had carved onto the saber hilts “Bjarkan, Isa, Kaun, Týr..... Bjarkan, Isa, Kaun, Týr.... Bjarkan, Isa, Kaun, Týr" The blood started to swirl in the bowl as she continued her chant. A green glow appeared as the bloody cocktail started to bubble, moving the crystals in the bowl. “Bjarkan, Isa, Kaun, Týr..” she continued repeating her mantra as she felt the energy within her building up. Ammit's suffering and Mab's fury seeped from her golden fingers into the bowl making the contents glow brighter. “Skuldalið (family)” she added to the her mantra, focusing on the bond she tried to create. “Bjarkan, Isa, Kaun, Týr, Skuldalið.. Bjarkan, Isa, Kaun, Týr, Skuldalið...” the dark side energy resonated from her as the blood turned into myst. With telekinesis she lifted the crystals from the bowl, the bright sparkling mist danced around them as she continued to focus on the bond. After a while the mist was sucked into to the two crystals, they completely absorbed it and she stopped her chanting. Slowly the crystals lowered into her golden hand, the ritual was done the crystals were ready to be placed into the lightsabers.

With sweat dripping down her face she took the crystals to the work bench where the two saber hilts were waiting. The purple crystal of Ammit she placed into the hilt with the runes: Kaun and Isa. The minty green she placed into the hilt with the runes: Bjarkan and Týr. After she closed the crystal energy chambers, she took the teal leather of her daughter’s wings and wrapped it around each grip. The last thing she did was to add the datium power cells.

With a smile she looked down at the sabers, proud of her work. She took both of them upstairs to show Terrogate the result.

“They are beautiful” he said as he held the hilt into the light, making the golden decorations shimmer. “Try it" Mab said with a nod. The Catharian, smiled and switched it on, igniting the purple blade. He moved the blade through the air. “how does she feel?” Mab asked him. “really good.. familiar” he replied and switched it off. A bright smile appeared on her face, it was the result she had hoped for. “The blade is called: Devour of souls, I want you to use it until you get your own saber back.” She ignited the saber in her own hand, the minty green bladed hummed softly as she continued “I will wield her sister: Queen of the Fairies..” She turned the hilt showing the locking mechanism that would allow the two sister hilts to interlock “and one day, when I am whole again the two sisters will be joined."