The Dark Side was like an anchor in a lot of ways by his reckoning. It was connections that dragged you down rather than helping you to keep going. It was a weight that dragged you down to the physical level and forced to suffer it all. But the thing about anchors was that they needed to exist, they needed to be physically dragging along the ocean floor.
Dark Side users were their own anchors, the Dark Side forcing itself into the greater Galaxy through their presence alone.
When it came to their artifacts however?
The physical was the anchor.
Willa destroyed the physical aspect of the anchor and Max reached out with the Force and surrounded the connection to the Dark Side as it recoiled from being physically severed. If left alone it would strike out against Willa in its spiteful way, the way these things always did. But Max wrapped the connection to the Dark Side with his own connection to the Light.
And burned it until it fled, disappearing back wherever it had originally come from.
“When dealing with Dark Side objects – remember that there’s two aspects that need to be beaten.” He held up two fingers, counting them down as he explained, “The first is the physical; you disrupted that with your saber. The second is the metaphysical; the connection to the Dark Side of the Force. I dealt with it this time but, in the future, you’ll have to and it will attempt to strike at you out of spite and hatred.”
Max smiled as he picked up a few pieces of the old rakatan device, turning it this way and that before humming a little bit.
“Think I’ll use this to make a holocron, actually.” He decided at length, gathering up the angular scraps, “What do you think, Willa? Reckon I can make it look less ‘mean’ looking with some bright colors?”
@Killa Ree
