It has been a few weeks since Mullarus made the dramatic change in his life after being nearly slain by his old Sith Master and rescued by one of the most unlikely heroes of his old army of imperial stormtroopers. After much studying, many surprising discoveries, reunions with old enemies, new faces, and newfound comfort, Mullarus' quest to gather the proper components for a new lightsaber was completed.
They were, however, old. Relics. Most were salvaged pieces of old lightsabers he discovered on a downed Old Republic Warship on Felucia. The rest, with the exception of the dark, steel blue Kyber Crystal from Lothal, were found in the junkyards of Raxus Prime. Needless to say, the components needed cleaning, and the Crystal still needed to be meditated upon and infused with the power of the Light Side, which is what now stumped Krux.
Holocrons didn't help. Nobody in the holocrons talked about it much. Most Jedi just described it as 'Deep meditation that is shared'. Mullarus was certainly no stranger to meditation, but he was still a novice to the Light Side. He was afraid he would infuse the rare crystal the same way he did his first Adegan crystal and the synthetic violet one he used in Bleeding Cross. That couldn't happen. This lightsaber was different. It was not meant to be a weapon to inspire loyalty and intimdate his foes. It was a beacon of light in the spreading darkness. A tool, not a weapon.
Krux finds himself trudging through the corridors of the Voss Academy, passing some other Jedi students he didnt recognize, with the small, palm-sized Kyber crystal in his hand. It felt cold, like holding a shard of ice. Its energy was negative. There was power, but unused. It could be felt as he walked the halls. It not only was from the crystal, it reflected Mullarus' as well, much stronger than the average Padawan's. Krux was experiences already, of course. He was a student of the Jedi, not the Force.
Not to mention he still felt his internal conflicts. The struggle between Dark and Light. The Dark Side that still tainted his face, concealed by the hood of his robe and the mask he wore. His conflicted feelings for the woman who betrayed him and broke his heart. His motivation to learn the meaning of what it meant to be Jedi and to purge the darkness. To turn away Dark and convert it to light. He didn't just do it for himself and the sake of redemption, he wanted her back. Setzi Lunelle was a prisoner in the mind of a Sith Lord obsessed with his old master. The Light Side was the key that would break her cage and free her.
But there was something familiar on Voss today. It was like that of Nubica, whom he'd met on Lothal again after their battle on Balmorra, only...this one was...persistent.
[member="Ella Nova"]
They were, however, old. Relics. Most were salvaged pieces of old lightsabers he discovered on a downed Old Republic Warship on Felucia. The rest, with the exception of the dark, steel blue Kyber Crystal from Lothal, were found in the junkyards of Raxus Prime. Needless to say, the components needed cleaning, and the Crystal still needed to be meditated upon and infused with the power of the Light Side, which is what now stumped Krux.
Holocrons didn't help. Nobody in the holocrons talked about it much. Most Jedi just described it as 'Deep meditation that is shared'. Mullarus was certainly no stranger to meditation, but he was still a novice to the Light Side. He was afraid he would infuse the rare crystal the same way he did his first Adegan crystal and the synthetic violet one he used in Bleeding Cross. That couldn't happen. This lightsaber was different. It was not meant to be a weapon to inspire loyalty and intimdate his foes. It was a beacon of light in the spreading darkness. A tool, not a weapon.
Krux finds himself trudging through the corridors of the Voss Academy, passing some other Jedi students he didnt recognize, with the small, palm-sized Kyber crystal in his hand. It felt cold, like holding a shard of ice. Its energy was negative. There was power, but unused. It could be felt as he walked the halls. It not only was from the crystal, it reflected Mullarus' as well, much stronger than the average Padawan's. Krux was experiences already, of course. He was a student of the Jedi, not the Force.
Not to mention he still felt his internal conflicts. The struggle between Dark and Light. The Dark Side that still tainted his face, concealed by the hood of his robe and the mask he wore. His conflicted feelings for the woman who betrayed him and broke his heart. His motivation to learn the meaning of what it meant to be Jedi and to purge the darkness. To turn away Dark and convert it to light. He didn't just do it for himself and the sake of redemption, he wanted her back. Setzi Lunelle was a prisoner in the mind of a Sith Lord obsessed with his old master. The Light Side was the key that would break her cage and free her.
But there was something familiar on Voss today. It was like that of Nubica, whom he'd met on Lothal again after their battle on Balmorra, only...this one was...persistent.
[member="Ella Nova"]
