Kyra leaned into the blade, forcing it down through the thick steel of the vault door. It was tough going, since the lightfoil didn’t have the same intensity of a Jedi lightsaber. Still, things were moving along faster than if they were trying to slice the combination. A safe the likes of the one they were cracking was bound to have a fail-safe on the number of times the wrong sequence of numbers could be entered before fusing itself shut. Oddly enough, the manufacturers didn’t seem as concerned with forced entry attempts.
The auburn haired apprentice wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her gloved hand. They’d all changed into more ‘work appropriate’ attire. “Wonder if there’s any way to tweak this thing?” She remarked absently.
“Don’t. Like I said, it’s a family heirloom...Read More