Tarzis

Quint followed Rowan. She ordered a non alcoholic drink and smiled at him. She took it as he wanted her to stay by the bar. She remained in her thoughts and keeping a feel if he would need protection.

When they returned to the ship. Quint returned to the case.

She sat on the Hull floor looking at it. Then she slid it across the floor after she saw the contents. She could feel the evil that radiated from it. The power repelled and pulled at her. This was a secret that she didn’t know why she was suppose to find out and why now?

She pulled her knees to her chin as she sat looking at the box. She rocked trying to think. Why would the force bring this to her? She wondered. Was her Master killed because he was a Sith or something else? What had he done? She asked.

She opened he right hand and drew the box back to her. The darksabler had a name on it Darth Tarzis. She would need to ask Rowan if that name meant anything to him.

She picked it up. As he felt it, it was cold to the touch. She pulled her tools and on the middle of the floor started working on the darksaber waiting for Red and Rowan to return with Serenity. For now, nothing mattered just this weapon and the ghosts that came with it.

It was a tool, not good or evil. A tool. It was also a reminder to fight the darkness within herself.