The blazing-white lightsaber spun like a wheel of light before slashing toward the bronze "coffin."
No one doubted the lightsaber's power. Over the past few days, the technicians had measured this ancient relic. Although they still couldn't determine its material and manufacturing method with complete certainty, they had basically established that its hardness was comparable to a warship's armor plating, while its toughness and resistance to extreme temperatures might even rival the most advanced fluid-metal coatings in the Alliance laboratories.
Such an unremarkable, bronze-like, lightweight material possessing such properties was certainly enough to challenge the scientists' worldview. Still, if they could truly unlock the secrets of these materials, the entire universe's materials science would take a tremendous leap forward. For that alone, even ignoring the thing inside this ancient incubator, every bit of investment in this archaeological expedition would have been worthwhile.
But none of that mattered now.
What mattered was that everyone knew how powerful lightsabers were. The beams of light condensed through energy-gathering crystals were by no means ordinary high-temperature plasma, but rather "mystical objects" imbued with mysterious properties. Even an ordinary person, given enough time to jab away at it with a lightsaber, could actually cut through a warship's armor plating and quite a lot of fluid metal.
As for this ancient relic, who could guarantee that it would hold out any longer?
Of course, this thing was an ancient relic, and clearly the core of this ruin. Under normal circumstances, it ought to possess some mystical properties. Perhaps it might even awaken some extraordinary mystical defense at a critical moment?
But what if it couldn't?
"St-stop! You're committing a crime against the universe!" some unidentified creature let out another silent wail, but it was completely unable to stop the lightsaber sweeping toward the ancient object.
Fifi