Ibani is surprised when her Master offers her a blade of such personal importance. It is rare indeed for a non-blood relative to inherit a lightsaber in this way. "Thank you, Lord Zash," Ibani replies, "I will use it well."
When she first touches the hilt she feels a brief tingle of power and possibility. A ripple in the Force, or merely a side effect of her own excitement? No matter. This is THE sign that she is no longer an acolyte, as no one less than an apprentice may carry a lightsaber on penalty of death.
"As an apprentice, I presume I won't need to steal a shuttle to leave Korriban?" she asks with a grin.
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Date: 2014-01-29 10:35 pm (UTC)When she first touches the hilt she feels a brief tingle of power and possibility. A ripple in the Force, or merely a side effect of her own excitement? No matter. This is THE sign that she is no longer an acolyte, as no one less than an apprentice may carry a lightsaber on penalty of death.
"As an apprentice, I presume I won't need to steal a shuttle to leave Korriban?" she asks with a grin.