Gotta Get Me One of Those

Kathirra’s eyes glided over Zang and Venamis and landed on their swords. Their energy swords. The gentle intoxicating hum coming from the blades was nearly enough to lull Kathirra to sleep. At the same time her mind raced and screamed with the promise of power those blades held. Only the fear of immediate death kept her from asking how she could get one for herself.
 
Someone at her side seemed to be negotiating on their behalf. That's good, maybe they wouldn’t be slaughtered in the next few seconds. Not dying meant being able to look at the beautiful lights. One was red, the other green. Why were the colors different, she wondered? The metallic hilts were also different, in fact nothing about the two objects were similar except their general size and assumed purpose. Could these instruments of might and authority be bespoke perhaps?
 
Seconds passed, or was it days? Kathirra almost let out a cry of disappointment when the blades disappeared into their hilts. The removal of the implied threat of violent death relieved everyone else, she could see postures and stances relaxing out of the corner of her eye. To her though, the room and the universe with it suddenly became far less interesting, far less worth living in. How did they resist the urge to turn their weapons on and simply stare into the hard glow?
 
Kathirra was trying to solve how such a small package could maintain and regulate such a power when someone annoyingly asked her what she thought they should do. What were they talking about? Had they been talking about a virus or something? She had barely been listening. She quickly suggested doing whatever the hell would keep them in the orbit of the two people in the room with sun swords, and went back to the engineering problem in her head. She wasn’t entirely happy with the name, but it would do for now.
 
Kathirra was quite satisfied when she later learned everyone had agreed to do what Zang had wanted. They would definitely see them again, and she couldn't wait.