SWTOR ficlet: Blood Red Blades

[ladykf]

A little headcanon ficlet piece for the Carmine/Shi'vanu legacies. [Tumblr post here]

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Sith or Jedi, the Force was Saare’s ally. But it was always good to have something else on hand, usually her lightsaber. When she had been taken from the Jedi, there had been years without a proper weapon allowed in her possession.

That didn’t mean she went unarmed, however, not on Korriban and certainly not amongst the Sith. She had her wits, and her patience, and an endless supply of red rock. It didn’t take long to learn to make crude knives. By the time she was an acolyte, she’d made an art of it.

With proper supplies at her disposal as an apprentice and careful attention when she had opportunity to learn, Saare made a set of blades for herself - just in case, but fell out of the habit as she didn’t need to make more. Especially when she began traveling with Blakk, who was more than capable of getting in close for that sort of combat while she handled things from afar.

But after Balmorra…

Gods, she still hated to think of that time, of how badly he’d been hurt. It didn’t feel like enough to be his healer, she hadn’t been there to help defend him, had nearly been too late.

But Blakk was all too eager to avoid any discussion that might touch on the complex emotions seething between the three of them when he recovered, Seran had to leave, and Saare didn’t know what to say anyway. Seran had made sure Blakk had clothes and another rifle but… amidst the supplies, Saare found herself placing a single blade of polished red stone, wickedly sharp.

Just in case.