The orange glow illuminated the cabin as Tyrrazapon flipped the switch to his father's light saber. He held it out and looked it over, taking in the low hum of the energy. He'd used this only a few times in the past 8 years, beginning with his father's execution.
Most of the time it was either intimidating enough that those he threatened were defused, or he hadn't had to do much in order to end the quarrels quickly. Now Tyrrazapon decided that he would take a shot at learning how to wield this ever so unique weapon.
He recalled a little of the information he'd been able to find on the computer from days ago, and as they neared Nar Shaddaa for his second visit, he danced around the cabin testing out thrusts and jabs, parries and offensive maneuvers. He was enjoying himself and began to grow fond of his father's weapon of choice.
For some reason, he felt the urge to end his horse-play and deactivated the saber. He returned it to its hiding place just as his cabin doors spit apart again.
"Forgive the intrusion sir, but I've come to inform you that we are approaching Nar Shaddaa," the droid disappeared as quickly as he'd appeared.
"Wonderful, I've got to get back to Korriban as soon as possible," Tyrrazapon began preparing for the next leg of the journey.
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