B.A.M.F.- Mace Windu

"What are you looking at?" A tired Jacen asked as he made his way over towards where his sister was seated, a mug of caf in her hand and a sort of dazed expression on her face.

"An old Jedi holorecording Danni Quee's people found," Jaina muttered, not even sparing her twin a glance as she sipped from her drink.

Jacen sent her a bemused expression, pulling up a chair next to her and staring at the screen, "What's on it?"

Jaina didn't blink, eyes trained on the projected image, "A Master, probably from fifty or so standard years ago."

Jacen peered at the image, watching as a bald, dark skinned man battled against a dozen or so remote sensors, "That stance…I don't think I've seen that form before."

"Neither have I," Jaina said, and Jacen had to double take at the almost…breathless sigh she gave after saying that, "They think he invented it. That and…" Alright, this time there was nothing almost about it, "Something called 'shatterpoint'."

"Shatterpoint," Jacen echoed dully, watching as the man in the recording brandished his purple-oh no, purple- lightsaber over his head, a calm, calculating look on his face.

"Apparently only Uncle Luke knows it now," Jaina's head tilted to the side slightly, "The person who does it channels the Force to a specific weak spot on any surface and destroys it entirely," she actually batted her eyelashes, "Even durasteel."

"Fascinating," Jacen said, cradling his cheek in his hand as he propped an elbow up on the counter, watching with a bored expression, "What's that etched on his hilt?"

"B.A.M.F.- I think it might be some sort of code," Jaina said, "Probably the key to unlocking another master Force technique."

The man in the image did a flip into the air, Jaina sighed dreamily, and Jacen rolled his eyes.

"Do you even know who this guy is?"

Jaina frowned, nibbling on the end of the stylus she had been using to take notes, "No idea. It's lost, destroyed with the rest of the Jedi archives on Coruscant."

"Pity," Jacen said with a heavy dose of sarcasm.

"I know."

"I wasn't being serious."

"I know."

The holovid came to a stop, Jaina keyed in a loop sequence.

Jacen cleared his throat, scooting out of his chair, "I think I'll give you and your dream man some space," he said with a snigger, "Oh, and I'm so telling Jag."

Only his Jedi instincts saved him, making him duck and narrowly avoid the mug of half-full caf as he exited the viewing room.