Alignment
When Carsacc finally awoke, the sweat was gone and all he felt was tired. He pushed himself up, looking around the room. How long had he slept?
Then he remembered what had caused him to pass out and he looked down to the Jedi robe he wore. His eyes passed the wrinkled garb and he looked down at his hands, thinking how often he wore gloves. It was almost instinctual now, even when he was along. He reached into the robe and extracted a long, silver instrument, then laid it on the disturbed bed sheets.
He sat looking at the object, knowing full well that his smuggling had just fallen to the opposite side of the law. He could get away with parading a Jedi robe as if it were nothing. Lightsabers were another thing entirely. It was punishable by death, or worse. Just what was worse, he wasn't sure, but he had a feeling torture droids would be involved. Examples were often used in the galaxy he lived in.
The lightsaber design spiraled around the hilt, with a soft, black leather grip. The bottom of it had tiny decorative crystals studded on it, but Carsacc suspected they were used as Force enhancers.
He lifted it into his hand, feeling the lightweight object. He unscrewed the bottom and gently let the crystal slide out. The first was clear, and he suspected that it too was an enhancer. The second was deep red, deeper even than most he had seen. This was a Sith weapon, no doubt. He quickly slipped the two crystals back in and reattached the bottom piece.
He couldn't ignite the saber, since Hsanya would hear it. And then it would be dangerous for him to try to use it without help from the Force or very skilled training. It didn't look like the weapon had a typical stun setting. It was meant for a clean kill.
He set it aside and searched the medbay for a hidden compartment. He knew there had to be one around somewhere. Finally he found one, something he had not noticed before in the top light panel. Amused, he noted that the illegal stimulants he had found were probably over forty years old. He left them there, figuring he could dispose of them later, and slipped the lightsaber into the thin compartment. He refitted the panel over it and screwed it shut.
He jumped down from the bed and opened the door. To his surprise, Hsanya sat in front of it, looking as if she was trying to meditate. He tapped her on the shoulder, and she jumped with a yip. "Don't do that!" she protested.
He shrugged. "A Jedi's got to be aware of his, or her, surroundings." He maneuvered around her to get to the cockpit.
"Who said anything about Jedi?" she asked quietly.
He froze. Slowly he turned to face her, and he saw the cold look on her face. "You chose the Sith," he whispered.
She didn't answer.