The door burst open with such force that you instinctively reached for a helpless Bangboo employee to protect you in the Flint Workshop; however, it was only Claret wielding a flint porceloy for a W-engine in her right hand, and what looked like a holder with a very empty point in the other. It reminded you of the weapons used by force sensitive users, in old collected videotapes…before they vanished in the centre of Hollow Zero, of course, along with every other piece of old media ever collected.

A lightsaber, or something.

Grinning like the idea of a certain Holiday Special had been wiped from existence, Claret stood between you and the door and showed it off.

She wiggled her eyebrows, and to your confusion, she slid the porceloy into the cylinder pommel, using the heel of her palm to shove the porceloy fully inside and then held it well away from her, pressing a silver button on the hilt. Your eyes went wide as a beam of green light burst forth from the bottom of the point and shot to the top of the other end in the space of a split-second, flickering happily and sprinkling off tiny dots of light that disappeared as soon as they left the main beam.

There were times where you envied her skills — especially when it meant she could create a lightsaber. She should have been stuck being your average, stereotypical vampire.

“Hey, throw me something!” Claret exclaimed, and tensed her body as she drew the lightsaber up like a baseball bat, “I can hit a homerun like Ohtani! Ahem, ahem. You lack conviction!”

She looked down at the useless W-engine in the centre of the table. It wasn’t exactly important, so with a shrug, you leaned forward to pick it up, stood, and gently tossed it right at her nose.

Reacting quickly, Claret brought it vertically in front of her just in time for the W-engine to hit the beam of green light — and for it to be in two like a certain Maul halves were.

Both halves clattered behind her, the seared edges glowing slightly and giving off a rather repugnant smell of melted plastic, something you were oblivious to as you stared, wide-eyed in incredulity, at the lightsaber’s flickering light.

“Throw me something else!” Claret said, beaming like a madwoman.