<em>The weapon was exquisite.  Metals that Sia had never seen before were fashioned together utilizing techniques she had never seen before.  Yet somehow she knew those techniques, knew those metals and knew this weapon.  Settled inside her hand the lightsaber felt like a true extension of not just her hand but her heart.  When the blade ignited she had not even shifted her grip.  A mere thought drew the blade to life.  So much was that weapon part of her that even her will was enough to cause action.  Her being felt complete holding this, her creation.  Even though this was the first time she had laid eyes on the weapon, she knew that it was her creation.  Her child.  Her life’s work.<br/><br/>Before her the blade was a milky white.  Pale orange sparks swirled and worked up and down the blade.  Much like the ghosts of a flame the orange moved around the blade.  There was no heat, no malice and no will of the weapon except her own.  Satisfaction filled her now as she twisted and turned the weapon, guiding it through the most basic of forms.  The grip melded to her hand and she knew they would never part.  Tightening now she felt the sweat of her palm….but the sweat was sticky.<br/><br/>Ahead of her there was a scuffle of shadow and light.  The face of her Master, so long taken from her, peered out of the darkness as shadows held him back.  Blood, not sweat, soaked her hand.  Her child was being taken from her as it bleed, soaking her hand so that it was so slick.  A Force, no The Force, pulled at the weapon.  Her muscles tightened fighting the will of another, her very being recoiling in revulsion when her precious creation fled from her and into the hand of another.  That familiar, red-haired creature staring at her with playful torment.<br/><br/><strong>This is a good lightsaber.</strong><br/><br/>The words had barely left those lips, or did she even say them at all, before the white light was buried inside her former Master.  A silent scream tore from his mouth as the white-hot blade was plunged over and over again.  Each time the blade became more red, darker and sinister.  Then the weapon was withdrawn entirely and she could scarcely recognize what she had made except she knew it was still her own.<br/><br/><strong>Everything you have is mine.  You will serve me</strong>.<br/><br/>Laughter sounded and chased her now, pushed her upward and outward of her own vision.</em><br/><br/><br/>Cold crept over her flesh.  That gel-like fluid receding from her body and down the drains designed so long ago.  Muscles twitched and flexed to be released from their slumber.  Aches and pains flooded her mind as suddenly she felt unable to breathe.  So long used to drinking her oxygen, her body had no way of knowing how to truly breathe.  A feeling of suffocation filled her and she sat upright.  The world spun and then the whole world shook as if some giant hand came crashing down.  Water fled from her stomach and sputtered out before her.<br/><br/>There was only a darkness around her now.  A darkness made worse by the flickering of a red light that took her eyes ability to adjust away.  Silhouettes appeared before her.  Coffin like tubes, much like the one she resided inside, came to appear.  One such tomb was open with a figure coughing and sputtering to life.  Memories flashed in her mind as she remembered.  Remembered being laid to rest in this prison of her own choice so that she might keep imprisoned a greater threat.<br/><br/>She had been summoned to action now.  Sia Elyssa was now awake.<br/>