"Yes, Ranger. I have a complete selection."
"Then if they exist here, you've got the Star Wars movies."
"Yes, sir. They do, and I have."
"Good! I'd like close-ups of Lord Vader's lightsaber, please, from as many angles as possible."
"It will be about ten seconds." The ship paused for that time, then said, "Completed; they are in your fabricator."
"Thank you." Medart went into the sleeping area to get the stills, then returned to the living area and handed them to Chavvorth. "Mine looks like this. It's in my quarters aboard the Empress Lindner."
Chavvorth took the pictures, clearly puzzled. "An object from an old entertainment tape?"
"Right, and I'd recommend close study of the movies, too—Lord Vader in particular. The Sandemans at home regard those movies as classics, and based several aspects of their culture on them. The first clan formed after Overthrow is named for Lord Vader, for instance, and the clothing they call honor-black is based on his armor and robes. They put a lot of effort into developing real lightsabers, too—I got mine as a death-gift from the warrior Leigh DarVader, and I wear it on ceremonial occasions or when I'm in Sandeman territory."
Chavvorth came as close to frowning as most Traiti could manage. "I hope you do not intend to confront them personally."
"I think I'm going to have to. There isn't anything I can do long-range that your own Rangers can't; what I can do is talk to them on their own terms."