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OMFG! Anakin might do ~something~ *pearl clutch* (darkforcerising) wrote in makebelievelog,

Anakin shook his head, “I wouldn’t mind. There aren’t many here bothered by what goes into making something like this. They’re only interested in the end product.” He shot an almost teasing glace at Claudia. He was fully aware of Claudia’s technical skill, however, the young redhead’s primary enjoyment at the moment centered on riding the bike, not learning how it was constructed. Anakin was sure she’d not heard a word he said after gaining permission to sit on the vehicle. When he turned to H. G. again his face, too, expressed his enthusiasm. “We can discuss that also.”

He held up his right arm, drawing the woman’s attention to just one such example of the other things he’d build. “Of course,” he said, more of that teasing creeping into his tone.

His arm was not your average mechno-arm, in either galaxy. He had been highly involved in its design, to a degree that some of the Order thought him obsessive and ‘too attached’. Some found his insistence on form, function and power over aesthetics – hence the lack of syntho-skin – something unbecoming a Jedi. He had paid them no mind; it was his arm, after all, why wouldn’t he be attached to it or want the best modern science could recreate? By then he’d long since started filtering out the Council’s disapproval.

“But most of what I work on is in a vacant room in the castle. Not actually attached to me.”

And then there was the matter of his lightsaber. “There’s also this,” he detached the hilt from his belt. “But I’m afraid this I won’t let you examine.” At least not yet, he had let Claudia hold it, turn it on even, but he’d known her longer than a few minutes. Plus he’d made her stand through a lecture on lightsaber safety. He paused, then pointed it in a direction away from him, Claudia and H. G. and then switched it on. The blue-white blade ignited with that tell-tale snap-hiss. “It’s a weapon.”