[center]~| 11:41 - 14:00 GST |~[/center][center]~| Miasa, alone in her quarters |~[/center]

Once the Sith Lord left, Miasa could finally get to work. She shut the door behind Lord Sish and activated the lock. That would not keep out any truly determined Sith, but it would make it abundantly clear she had no interest in being bothered by anyone. She had work to do. Though she would not rush the construction, she would not delay it either.

The first thing she did was push all the crates up against the walls. Before they had been seemingly haphazardly placed, even though they really had been organized carefully. For this particular project, she would need space all around. She had pride. No matter what restrictions were placed on her project, like the rules on this arm, the idea of providing anything other than a prime-quality product did not even enter her mind. But at the same time, she did not trust Lord Sish. He was a violent brute, that much was clear. But a merely violent brute would not attain the rank of Sith Lord. Or at least not keep it long. Doing so required more.

According to the records, he had been a Sith lord for a good while. That meant that there was more to him than met the eyes. That meant he needed to be carefully handled. She needed an insurance policy. Pressing a few commands into the room controls, she set up a large worktable in the center. The first step would be to scan the limb the Sith Lord had left behind. That would provide the general shape.

After that, she would compare it to its DNA. Creatures like trandoshans could regrow their limbs if lost. If she recalled correctly, which she did, they did not regrow limbs after a certain age. Sish’ request for a cybernetic limb clearly indicated he was above that age. She noted that down in her head for future reference. That process took but a few minutes. It pleased her how the ship’s computers were suitably strong.

Pulling up a simple holographic copy of the arm, she started “removing” pieces. Skin. Muscles. It didn’t take much effort to figure out how each component worked. Like her, he was reptilian in origin, so many of the same functions were present. Not that mammals functioned all that differently from reptiles in that aspect. An arm was an arm.

Her hands flew over the controls, starting the design process. The framework was first. She considered replicating the bone structure, but decided not to do that fully. For organic limbs, it made sense, but not for cybernetic ones. Thus she went with a more streamlined structure. She next applied small servomotors to make it exactly as strong as a trandoshan specimen in prime condition should be. Per her master’s orders, he was not to gain any advantages from this.

As she had expected the analysis revealed that the arm, had he been younger, was supposed to have grown longer. A small part of her wanted to make the new arm the same length as the old, but professional pride won out and she chose to make it the exact length it was supposed to be. After that, she proceeded to analyse the claws in order to fabricate claws of similar sharpness, length and size, but with much higher durability. She had absolutely no interest in regularly replacing his claws due to wear and tear.

This was all still purely the design. Not a single component had even been picked up from the crates. There would be plenty of time for that later. Then she designed the fingers. Same number of joints, same count and same size as the fleshy origins would have been if they had grown in properly. That was the basic framework. After that, she proceeded with the wiring. As with everything else, she designed it with what some might call excessive redundancy. In her mind, it was sufficient redundancy. Had she not had these restrictions in capability and size, she might have gone with even more redundancy, but the restrictions were as the were.

She certainly would not even have considered anything like blasters, flamethrowers or rockets in the design even without the restrictions. Not only was that impractical, but it was also harder for the recipient to learn to use. She moved on to implementing the processing core and nerve hookups, seeing how those would have to be installed before the outer shell could be considered. Only once that was done, did she start the process that she had no intention of Lord Sish learning about before it was far, far too late. The insurance policy.

The system for that would be entirely separate, the circuits shielded from any interference. The Baradium, just enough to obliterate a 1.13m radius, would be seeded throughout the entire framework. Not enough to obliterate Lord Sish completely if triggered, but enough to terminate him, no matter what. It would naturally be possible to trigger remotely, but only after receiving a quite intricate signal. Or upon the push of a minuscule Force-activated trigger. Perhaps she should consider having the Sith Lord’s own apprentice do the deed. There was a certain traditional charm in the apprentice killing the master once the master failed.

The final stage was the outer “flesh” and shelling. She did not want to make an arm that looked like it had been ripped from a protocol droid. This arm should be worthy of a Sith Lord and should look the part. She thought about numerous designs and color schemes, then settled on the traditional imperial black and red. You could never go wrong with that. A few crimson lights would accent the design nicely.

She thought about adding a couple of sinister-looking spikes on the shoulder, but realized after a bit of experimenting that it simply didn’t fit directly on the shoulder. They would have to be fitted to a looser pauldron. Thus she put that into the design.

It was only at that point she could take a slide back and look at the whole. There were numerous notes and schematics beside the hologram, but the look was nonetheless clear. She could soon begin the manufacture. Though he had asked for it, Miasa did not see fit to give him cortosis. That she would save for more worthy projects. Projects without a bomb installed. Instead, she would use alchemy to make it impervious to lightsabers. Much more challenging. Much more fun.

At that point, after almost an hour and a half of design work, did she begin to collect the parts from her crates. It would take many hours yet to find them all and assemble the arm. Night would fall on the ship before she would be done with even the general assembly. She estimated it would be dawn before the alchemical processes and finishing would be complete. It was a good thing she did not have any immediate plans for anything weak like sleep or feeding. She had fed a good three days earlier and was still digesting that meal. Humans and other species like it were so weak, having to eat daily, if not more often. Inefficient. Wasting time used for better things.