Behind Enemy Lines (Day Three)

[Akirapryde]

Trysta looked up a bit confused at the question, she almost laughed at the surprising question. She reached over and drew the weapon from its sheaf. This time much slower, "you mean to tell me, you don't recognize this?" she said holding the weapon in such a way that he could see it more clearly. "Well its a replica, but its a prefect replica," she said explaining the weapon.

"The real weapon that this was fashioned off of belonged to Zilvra Druu'giir. She was a famous warrior from my world. Like me, she was sensitive to Force. Fought along side Darth Malgus during his crusade against the Jedi. She gave her life during the sacking of the Jedi Temple. I remember my mother telling me stories of the great Zilvra. For little girls like me, Zilvra is a role model that I wanted to be like. I used to pretend to be her. We used to play games where we would relive her greatest battles."

She smiled as the memories filled her mind. They were pleasant memories and helped her overcome her anger. "I remember when I was tested for the Force. My mother and father were so proud, that they had a prefect copy of Zilvra's swords." She moved the swords around so that he could see them, "they are not touched by the Force like hers were. Her blades were actual Sith Swords, made for her family by Raven himself." She drew in a deep breath and sighed, "After the war, it was said that the Jedi had stolen her swords and are holding them in their Temple on Coruscant."