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So far, Aris had only done a couple of smaller interactions in terms of training. He'd helped train some of his peers, offer some advice, some lessons, but nothing quite like this. It was preparation in a way for his knighting he knew. Learning how to teach was just as important as learning anything else. He was excited. Grant it, for once it wasn't about how best to hit things so that probably helped his view on the class. He enjoyed fighting, sure, but not everything had to be about it.

No, this time while it was about a Lightsaber, it was about what it symbolized.

In ages past there were many ways Jedi built their sabers. During the Clone Wars from what he'd read, it was far more utilitarian. Premade parts selected by feeling to help quickly assemble a blade. Just prior to that though, was the height of the artistry. Everything was hand crafted, from the housing of the crystal to the shell, to the emitter. Everything was symbolic, treasured, and an expression of self.

"All the tools you need will be provided. Welders, wood carving supplies, hammer and etching. The process isn't something that you'll complete today. Take your time with it. Your masters, the Temple, they'll help you sort out your lightsaber so you can have one when you're ready and need one. But this is about making your lightsaber. The reflection of you. How it feels to hold it, what you want people to see when they see it. When you've finally completed it, you can swap your crystal to it. So, don't rush." There was a pause as he spoke, glancing to each before looking briefly towards Ran Serys Ran Serys . She was the overseer for the lesson, just to help the Padawan in case he needed it. He briefly, ever so subtly, smiled.

"Trust yourself. You'll know what feels best."
 
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TYTHON
Art Class

Art was something Klar wished she was better at. She was cursed with the unfortunate combination of a keen eye and hands that didn't agree with them - the loadout of a born critic, whether she wanted to be or not. Sure, she was fine enough at technical work. Klar could manage a readable diagram or draft something simple, and through sheer persistence she did alright with some types of artistic recreations - but it was the 're' portion doing the heavy lifting. Restoring something to a previous state, not coming up with something new.

Klar carefully looked over the tools at her disposal. In a vacuum, she knew what they all did. Chisel, engraving tool, paint, polish. With the reality of using them to create something that looked good - let alone something that was supposed to represent her! - she found herself a little paralyzed. Carving the Jedi symbol felt trite, obvious. She wasn't patriotic enough about her home district to try and represent Coruscant. What she took the most pride in was her ability to use a lightsaber, but engraving a lightsaber on a lightsaber seemed like...

Dumb. The sort of dumb that might aspire to be art, but was mostly stupid.

The Codru-Ji turned a lightsaber over in her hands, examining all angles of the weapon. She brought an etching tool up and, experimentally, began making tiny vertical notches along the bottom bezel. Maybe it'd look nicer if she just repeated a simple pattern over and over again.
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Mak Ondor shuffled his way into the room. Ah the lightsaber creation. He remembered back when he made his, in a class not dissimilar to this one. Of course he was a very different jedi then. Now he barely even used his lightsaber any more. Mak Ondor did not mind. He has found that a lightsaber sheathed can often do far more than a lightsaber activated.

So many young padawans here. Mak Ondor smiled, but being an ithorian it was hard to tell. To see the future of the Jedi made him proud. So many individuals here. Only the force knows what greatness they will accomplish.

He shuffled over to one particular padawan, his walking stick making clink sounds across the tiles. It seemed she was having some trouble with her saber. Only natural. No one got it right immediately. But Mak Ondor was determined to help where he could.

"Young padawan, I am Mak Ondor and I would delighted to know your name," he said through his vocoder. "I can sense the distress and confusion within you. Perhaps an old hammerhead like me can help you?"

He rested on his cane, his old eyes watching her engraving a pattern. Despite her own lack of confidence he could see she had potential to make something truly special, perhaps with some guidance.



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Zaiya slid into the workshop with her satchel clinking at her side and a bounce in her step, her mottled spots giving a shimmer of teal with excitement. She gave a bright smile to anyone nearby as she found a place and then set out her tools on a nearby workbench, carefully pulling out from her satchel crystal clamps, etching pens, a handful of shiny bits and baubles that would become her next lightsaber hilt.

She caught sight of Aris leading the class and felt her stripes ripple in a soft pale pink flecked with red before she quickly pulled her focus back, mental shields firm.

Focus Zaiya, time to work of a saber not stare little heart eyes at your boyfriend.


A pause, then another faint ripple of gold highlights along the edges of her iridescent patterns over her rosy golden skin.

Okay, maybe just a little! But then be professional!

"Hey!" she greeted, waving to the others. "I've got extra tools if anyone needs them… and pretty beads!"

With a grin, she leaned over her workbench and got started, the Force humming softly through her fingers as her mind got into work mode.

Okay, what should this hilt look like?

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Xuko had showed up to the lightsaber artistry event with the hope that he could craft a hilt for his future lightsaber. The Zabrak already knew what he was looking for; something simple, practical, and well-balanced. The Zabrak also increasingly found himself wanting something that doubled as a blunt object. For science purposes. Totally unrelated to the Padawan(!) who was leading the class.

It irked Xuko that Aris was given such a platform to speak and teach from- as if he had any insight of his own to share! The Zabrak was unaware of the Epicanthix's reputation as one of the most skilled duelists in the order, nor that Aris spoke with wisdom and from experience; Xuko knew only of his relation to the Grandmaster. That Xuko couldn't go to even a lightsaber design event without running into Valery Noble's "sweetie" further rankled him.

Xuko sat by himself and stared at the array of tools, metal, and components that littered the table. He'd noticed Klar Klar and might've sat with her, but she was being approached by a kindly-looking Ithorian... or at least, what Xuko imagined to be a kindly-looking Ithorian ( Mak Ondor Mak Ondor ). He hadn't much experience with the species, and for all he knew Klar was about to receive a sharp rebuke for the way she was holding the etching tool.

Besides, Xuko had his own project to focus on. A project, if Aris was to be believed, that was best approached with one's feelings. Xuko resisted the urge to roll his eyes; the only thing he was feeling at the moment was a strong desire to make something all by himself. Without any "help" from Aris, or anyone else, for that matter.

Unfortunately, much to his chagrin, Xuko found himself unable to generate so much as a single idea for what he wanted his lightsaber hilt to look like. Minutes dragged by and his discontent grew; he was having difficulty bringing to mind a concept for his hilt, and with each passing moment he felt more and more foolish. Feeling defeated by an art project, Xuko picked up and put down several components without making any progress.

Zheqax.

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Vera quietly slipped into the room, though her presence was hard to miss. She spotted her brother at the front of the class, already deep into instructor mode, and couldn't help but grin. The sight of Aris running a lesson like this would have made her laugh a few years ago. Now it felt right.

Still, she flashed him a shit-eating grin to keep him on his toes. Would she behave and follow instructions? Or would she pull a prank on him? The best part was that he didn't know, so he'd always have to be on edge.

Finding an open seat, Vera settled in with a small exhale, her hands running once over the table in front of her. The tools were familiar, but she had never used them for this before. She'd had the same lightsaber since becoming a Padawan, a hilt built using standard pieces she got during her gathering.

But recently, something had shifted. Maybe it was the missions piling up. Maybe it was the way she looked up to her father and his lightsaber design. She wasn't sure. What she did know was that she wanted something more. Something that said more about who she was.

She looked around at the others, some already working, others clearly stuck, and then back toward Aris. He had this handled. She was just here to make something new.

Vera reached forward and pulled one of the blank hilts closer. The weight of it in her hand made her pause. Then she picked up a carving tool and got to work.



 



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Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery entered the workshop and took in the scene before her. Young Jedi were already hard at work, some with clear ideas, others still trying to find their starting point.

Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Ran Serys Ran Serys . Valery gave a small nod and made her way over, keeping to the side so as not to interrupt the flow of the class. When she reached her, she leaned in slightly and spoke in a low voice meant only for her fellow Master.

"Looks like they're in good hands," she said, her gaze briefly shifting toward Aris at the front of the room. He looked confident, settled in his role, and she felt a pride watching him.

Her son.

"I'm just here to observe. Not much need for me to build another lightsaber at this point," she added with a soft chuckle. Her own hilt was already a part of her, refined over the years. But this was about the next generation. About giving them the tools to shape something of their own.

She folded her arms loosely across her chest, eyes sweeping over the Padawans again.


"It's good to see them learning this side of it. Not just the mechanics, but the meaning behind it."






 


The reserved chamber of the Jedi Temple buzzed with the gentle murmur of energy and anticipation. Heat radiated softly from the heart of the room, casting faint ripples in the air as rows of workstations glinted with neatly arranged tools. Kyber crystals hovered within containment fields, each one pulsing faintly in its own rhythm, like they were breathing.

Jackson Lesan stood just inside the threshold, a quiet weight in his chest that refused to lift.

This was supposed to be one of those moments for a padawan that was symbolic and a step forward. For most of the Padawans, it clearly was. He could feel their excitement as they spread out toward the stations, whispering to one another, eyes wide at the materials laid out. Some had Masters standing close beside them, offering nods, or a reassuring hand on the shoulder.

Jackson had no such figure in his orbit.

Not anymore. Not since Romi Jade was killed

His gaze drifted across the room until it landed on two familiar faces. Vera and Aris, the Noble twins. He didn’t know many others in the Temple yet, having only recently transferred from the Jakku Enclave, but them? They were a constant. Vera caught his eye first.

Jackson walked slowly towards the closest open bench, keeping one eye on the center of the room where Aris stood.

The younger Noble was clearly in his element, poised and composed as he oversaw the session. This was no sparring match today, this was something quieter. Aris didn’t need to raise his voice. There was a calm gravity to him, and the students responded to it.

Jackson slid onto the bench just as the lesson began.

The tools had already been laid out: welders, wood carving knives, miniature hammers, etching pens. Materials of all kinds were there as well: leathers, woods, even ornamental alloys and crystals, all organized by type and tradition. Some were exotic, others simple. All were waiting for purpose.

Aris moved methodically through the room, giving the class their framework. They weren’t here to complete their lightsabers in one day. This wasn’t a race. Each component, cut, shape, and etching, was meant to be deliberate. The lightsaber wasn’t just a weapon. It was a mirror. A reflection of its maker, how it felt to hold it, what it expressed to others, and what part of the Jedi’s soul it carried.

Even the choice of tools said something.

He explained how in the Clone Wars, Jedi assembled their sabers from prefabricated parts, chosen by intuition. It was fast. Efficient. Practical.

But before that? It had been art.

Each saber was handcrafted down to the housings, shells, and emitters, all built from scratch. It wasn’t just function. It held meaning.

Jackson listened in silence, his eyes roaming over the pieces in front of him. He reached for a block of sappierwood. It was dark and dense, and it felt cool beneath his fingers. The grain ran tight and fine, strong enough to handle pressure without splintering. He looked at the leathers, the metals, and the other wood blocks. It was too much for someone who did not even know his place yet. Maybe he just needed to start with the housing chamber. He didn’t know.

Next to him, another padawan was already sketching a rough shape into a piece of durasteel plating. His face was lit with focus, her brow furrowed, but when he looked over and saw Jax holding the wood, he nodded slightly.

Good choice.

Across the chamber, Valery Noble stood with her arms folded. A quiet sentinel. Not instructing. Just watching. Supporting.

Jackson glanced back down at the parts before him. He didn’t know what his saber would look like yet. He didn’t know if it would feel right in his hand, or if he even deserved to finish it without Romi Jade beside him.

But the materials were here. The path was laid.

And he wasn’t walking it alone.

Not entirely.

He picked up a datapad and started to sketch something. Jackson was a Lesan at least, so he could start there. What would a Lesan carry?

 
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Location: Tython
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Reina twirled Pequod's body around in her hand whilst she held the crystals in her opposite hand. She wasn't necessarily going to be adding any etchings or designs to her hilt just yet. But she was enjoying the idea of taking in more of the details of her handle.

There was plenty she could carve into the handle, or into the cross guard. Important visuals or sigils yet she stayed away from it. Visual creativity wasn't something that came to Reina easily. She was more of an auditory creator. Either way, it was a good way to get her out of her dorm room and amongst the fellow Padawans. Even if she felt like she stuck out sometime, she wasn't going to hide from it.

She raised her head for a moment, turning her attention over towards the others to see who she could recognise. Valery was one of course. Aris and Vera also were somewhat familiar, yet the colourful girl that was staring at Aris wasn't familiar. Maybe it was another person who thought Aris looked nice. Reina knew Jobbi felt the same way about the guy. Then there were Xuko and Klar. They were familiar. And Reina would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't fond at the sight of them.

For now however, she sat off to the side turning her attention towards her crystals for a moment. Twisting one between her index and thumb, whilst the other crystal, her pearl shined at her from the palm of her hand. A small smile coming across Reina's face, even if the memories associated with the pearl wasn't the most positive. The person she had came across the pearl with was gone now. At least that was the only excuse Reina could come up with for why they hadn't gotten in contact with her anymore. Oh well. That was life in the Galaxy Reina was slowly learning. People left. They always did. Oh well.​

 
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He had just finished a workout, and saw his wife off on her trip. She was heading out to Naboo to meet with Alyksandra about GAL business and he got himself cleaned up while she was finalizing details. They shared a quick breakfast and a moment before Caltin headed out on his rounds of the planet. He was gaining some Jedi who would go with him, so it made it easier not only to notice things, but to have people to talk to, a far cry from the brooding loner he used to be. Of course, he had not been truly at peace in a long time.

Funny how things happen.

For some reason, though he usually began his walk inside the Temple, today the group would end it. This was probably because the Force was basically saying “Not yet” as he looked the way of Akar Kesh from time to time. It was a simple, quiet walk, with some of those walking with him sharing stories, both inspiring and comedically embarrassing. The big man just smiled as he walked, taking it all in, he found two Padawans “enjoying each other’s company” in an appropriate manner, but did not need to say anything as their reaction gave them all of the manner he would have needed. They could not have run away faster or more apologetic.

They were looking for Flesh Raiders, he did not expect any, but a recent excursion of Padawans, led by Valery Noble Valery Noble or not, was ambushed by one. That’s a problem.

Finally satisfied that they hadn’t found any, at least in the immediate area, each Jedi went about their business and their own way as the big man headed into the Temple, finally interested in what the Force was keeping him away from up to this point.

He was glad he did.

Man… where was this gathering when I was a Padawan? His time as a Padawan was rushed and tumultuous, but that was a conversation for another time. He was all but excited to see how everyone seemed so heavily into this, even the other Masters in the room looking around. One thing he noticed was that a few of them seemed to be stuck. I don’t want to interrupt, but if this helps any of you with ideas…

He pulled "CONSERVATOR" (Long Handle) and then "Vanguard" (Multiple options) both from his back and put them on the table in front. Feel free and inspect them all you like… just don’t press the activation buttons With a wink he walkedaway to where the other Masters were standing. For those of a mischievous nature who might try to engage the weapons, they couldn't anyway. He had "Kenobi's Legacy" crystals. Connel couldn't ignite one of them, let alone anyone else.

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"Young padawan, I am Mak Ondor and I would delighted to know your name," he said through his vocoder. "I can sense the distress and confusion within you. Perhaps an old hammerhead like me can help you?"

Oh this Master was old. Klar practically lept out of her seat, both startled that a Master had approached her directly to offer guidance and worried that she should be giving him her chair. At a glance, he seemed one of the more placid-wise-amused sorts of Jedi Master than the stern-stiff-frowning kind, but appearances could be deceiving. You never knew when somebody terrifyingly wise would see into the secret heart of you and drop some piercing observation that would leave you shattered for days, after all.

Klar pulled a chair over for the Ithorian man, just in case.

"O-Of course, Master Ondor." The Codru-Ji girl replied gratefully, her thick Coruscant accent giving the words a slightly posh flair entirely at odds with her awkward demeanor. "I'm Klar. I'm, uh..." She turned the lightsaber hilt over a couple of times, examining the half-dozen little notches she'd made on the bottom. She'd started with cardinal directions, then began diving those in half with identical notches. She figured that there was only one more layer to this pattern she could do before it began to look silly and forced her to just shave the bottom bezel off with a rotary tool once the material was more notch than structure. "It's just... how do I know it's right?" She explained hesitantly.

"Not right for me. I get that it's an individual expression thing. I understand the theory well enough. And I've worked on restoring other pieces before. Mostly in study." She elaborated, pursing her lips. "But how do I make something that looks good? Or do I just keep trying things until it emerges as something coherent?"

The Padawan laughed in mild exasperation., looking sheepish. "I've never actually really MADE art. Only studied it. It's really hard!"

Klar had enough presence of mind to catch Xuko Pagoi Xuko Pagoi 's eye and flash him a quick smile and wave. She did the same for Reina Daival Reina Daival . Both were friends, or would be soon enough. If she hadn't been talking to Master Mak Ondor Mak Ondor , she would have contrived an excuse to sit next to one or both of them. But it seemed it was not to be today.

 

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Ran returned the almost imperceptible smile Aris had given her and added a nod, making sure to keep her distance and to let the young man run his class the way he wished. It was the Aris show, so to speak, and Ran was only there to oversee and give help only when she felt it was needed. She considered the duty to be an honor, because as she watched Aris traverse the room she could see all the progress he’d made, and all the wisdom he’d gained since their first meeting. She could also see where he’d go. The stars were the limit. Bright futures and so many beautiful things beyond the horizon. She wasn’t the only one who marveled at the young Jedi. There was also his mother, the Grandmaster Valery Noble Valery Noble .

"Looks like they're in good hands,"

“That’s because they are in good hands,” Ran smiled big and put a single arm around her friend. Ran wondered if she had looked even a tenth as proud of Aris as Valery did. “And that’s no surprise considering who his mother is, not to mention his father, and all the others who have had a hand in his training.” Ran continued paying Valery two compliments one for her and the other for the order she helped shepherd. “He is going to be a great Jedi Knight, whenever that day comes.” Ran knew Valery would agree.

"I'm just here to observe. Not much need for me to build another lightsaber at this point,"


“Not much need, no,” Ran agreed. “But they do make excellent birthday gifts. I can think of a certain mirialan with a birthday coming up.” She joked. A lightsaber wasn’t, in fact, a great birthday gift, and Ran didn’t actually have a birthday coming up, or at least not one she was aware of.

"It's good to see them learning this side of it. Not just the mechanics, but the meaning behind it."


“It is. The meaning is essential. It makes me think back on the words said to me when I crafted my first lightsaber. How was that process for you?” She asked Valery knowing her past was quite literally ancient history.

As Aris Noble Aris Noble passed by them Ran leaned into the young man. “You’re doing a great job, Aris. I do however see a few struggling with the process. Perhaps you can display your own lightsaber as a sample. I’d gladly donate mine as well.” Ran held out her lightsaber. “Make sure they know this is not just about appearance and individuality but also about craftsmanship.” She added with a smile.


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Weapons: Lightsaber 1 [x] | Lightsaber 2 [x] | Hook Swords

There was a certain Irony in the fact that Azzie had finished designing and building her newest lightsabers barely a few weeks prior, only for this class to be taking place directly following that. The thought of it actually made her chuckle as she entered the chamber. In truth, she was here mainly to support Aris in any way he might need. It didn't matter if he was practically three feet taller than her, he was still her little brother in the end. So, she had brought her personal metal carving tools in case any of the newest or younger padawans might find cause to use them.

"Man… where was this gathering when I was a Padawan?"

Azzie outwardly snorted before she could stop herself, giving a laughing nod to Master Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor . They were both from a different time, her own first two apprentice years being spent during the rise of the rebellion.

"My first lightsaber was made from old junk parts, improvised lenses, and held together with crazynova glue. I'm surprised the thing didn't shatter on Tython along with the ancient vibrosword, huh Old Man?" She joked with a teasing grin, thinking back to that battle she'd gone into with the grumpy older master whom she held a high amount of respect for. She'd changed that shell shortly after then with much encouragement from Valery Noble Valery Noble and Jonyna Si Jonyna Si . That saber, however was also lost, but at least she had managed to protect the crystals they had once held.

Azzie too took out both of her lightsabers for the group to take a look at the hilt detailing, or for Aris to use as an example if he chose to do so, even if hers were much more culturally significant carved with Iridonian patterning. "Metal carving in general is a bit of a hobby of mine, so I brought my tools if anyone wants to use them."




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Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike


Aadihr lingered at the far edge of the room, silently appraising the work of each student. No judgement, merely curiousity. His arms were folded, expression unreadable behind the veil that wrapped across his eyes. Only the slight incline of his chin betrayed his focus.

Aris is finding his voice.

The others carved and soldered, shaped and sanded. But Aadihr's own pike remained untouched at his side, leaning gently against his boot. It lacked in decorative flourish.

Wood-grain covered its surface—an intermittently scorched wooden veneer over a long shaft of reinforced phrik. treated to resist the wear of years. Cloth wrappings dulled the grip, frayed from endless use and re-binding, each thread darker than the last. The emitter was buried deep within, veiled beneath false length. A simple walking stick to most who saw it, unless the time called for action.

It was not meant to be beautiful, but in its simplicity there was a satisfying sincerity to it. It was humble, but it was his.
 
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"My first lightsaber was made from old junk parts, improvised lenses, and held together with crazynova glue. I'm surprised the thing didn't shatter on Tython along with the ancient vibrosword, huh Old Man?"
"You too huh?"

Jonyna remembered the saber she had first constructed. Well...it hadn't been her. It had been Giran. Tinkerer, Lost Padawan, and overall a bit of a clutz, but one who knew his way around sabers. Someone who could construct a lightsaber out of chewing gum and pocket lint if he needed to, and could do wonders with the right materials.

But they never had the right materials...

As Jonyna joined the group, she was looking a bit heavier than anyone had seen her. While she hadn't admitted it yet, she knew better than to hide her pregnancy from anyone. She just wasn't going to answer any questions. Those who are nosey enough to ask could deal with her at her snarkiest.

Rather than constructing a new saber, Jonyna did something often not seen by the eyes of fellow jedi, done normally in the privacy of a workshop, or living quarters, done in the quiet hours of the night, but ever so necessary to a jedi's journey.

She drew Lucy, the first saber she had ever made herself, one she had poured hours into and made countless modifications to, and...

Disassembled it, midair, in front of her.

And did the most basic of tasks.

Cleaning it.

 
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The Ithorian thinks for a minute, commiting her name to memory. At his age it took effort to remember people, and Mak wanted to make sure he could remember her.
"I've never actually really MADE art. Only studied it. It's really hard!"
"Ah the scholar's dilemma. There are many things, such as art, that are easy to learn, but to practice is far more difficult. But we all start somewhere. I remember my first garden. It was chaotic."
"It's just... how do I know it's right?" She explained hesitantly.

"Not right for me. I get that it's an individual expression thing. I understand the theory well enough. And I've worked on restoring other pieces before. Mostly in study." She elaborated, pursing her lips. "But how do I make something that looks good? Or do I just keep trying things until it emerges as something coherent?"
He listened carefully to her plight, nodding along as she explained.

"The mind is a wonderful tool, and with it you can create marvels. But it is a messy complicated thing, obsessed with right and wrong. If you listen to your mind too much you will be paralysed, unable to do anything unless is perfect."

He took the chair, sitting down carefully. He lifted his cane up, an stick from an ancient tree that had been carefully hewn and worked.

"Consider the tree. It does not think or plan, it just grows. And as it grows it gets stronger. Without even realizing it the tree becomes beautiful, more beautiful than anything we can make. It does not listen to instructions or others, but it follows its own path."

He looked at her pattern.

"Although your brain may not know what your path is, your heart and the force do. You have carved a compass into your lightsaber. That shows your direction, a nod to your path you wish to travel. Without even realising it you have already begun to express yourself.

Use your heart and the force to guide you. By listening to them, you will find what you wish to create. and when you have done what your heart desires you will have created something of a beauty even you won't believe."


He smiled, although it was hard to tell with ithorians.

"I know that sounds very unhelpful, but the truth is it is only within you that you will find your design. Build your lightsaber with your heart, not your mind. I know you will create something truly outstanding if you trust your instincts."

He got up, leaning on his stick.

"I will be around if you need me. But creating your weapon is an intensely personal endeavour, and I will leave you to it."



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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

If there's one thing a mother loves more than gushing over her children, it's when others join her in it! Ran's words about her son made her heart swell with love. He is going to make an amazing Jedi Knight, and until then, he's going to be a great student. Eager to learn, quick to adapt, and already comfortable sharing his experience with others.

She couldn't stop looking at him with motherly pride.

And at Vera, too. The more chaotic of the two had been struggling lately, likely with visions, but had shown no desire to talk about it. Not with her mother, at least, which had been worrying her. Seeing her here, smiling and working on something that mattered to her, offered at least some relief.

Turning back to Ran when asked a question about her own gathering, Valery smiled, "My first time was very traditional. We went for our gathering to Ilum, went through the classic process of building a first hilt, and everything. It wasn't quite as personal as this, but it had its charm."

She chuckled and looked over at Aris Noble Aris Noble , "He has my very first lightsaber now. I gave it to him, and I'm pretty sure he's still using it."








 



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Vera glanced up from her workbench and spotted Jackson across the room. She hadn't expected him here, not really. He had always struck her as someone more focused on the physical, more comfortable in the sparring ring than surrounded by carving tools. But there he was, a datapad in his hand and a piece of dark sappierwood resting in front of him.

That caught her interest.

She closed her notebook and slid it under her arm, then got up and made her way over.

"Hey," she said as she reached his table, her voice a little softer than usual. "You got something in mind already?"

Without waiting for an answer, Vera pulled out the notebook and flipped it open to a page filled with rough sketches. Some were chaotic, clearly from a day when she couldn't focus. Others were cleaner. Different shapes, patterns, and hilt profiles. All in pencil, a few with notes scribbled in the margins.

She turned the notebook toward him and rested it against the edge of the table.

"Not sure what I'm actually going to go with yet. Just figured I'd try sketching a few things out to see what sticks. I want it to feel like mine this time. Not just another saber from a parts bin."

Her gaze shifted to the wood he had picked, then to the pad in his hands.

"What about you? What's the plan?" she asked, her tone curious but patient. "You going for something simple, or are you letting yourself get a little fancy with it?"



 
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Connel did not hate time to talk to anyone, let alone explain why he was geared up for a full on assault. The Shadow was armed to the teeth. He was searching for a specific aura until he found it. The one to whom he needed to speak to the most. So, running down the spiral staircase, not taking a moment to stop and admire the Eye of Zallow like he normally does. No, he had someone to find. It was when Vanagor reached the ground level that he zeroed in on who he was looking for.

There you are...

Bolting towards the workshop and in, he did not want to be rude, but Connel made a beeline for his father who looked to be genuinely shocked that he was here. What are you doing here?

Connel just shook his head as if to say "not now" and covered the elder Vanagor's right ear and whispered into it. His message to his father was indeed being received as the big man's eyes grew exponentially by the second. Pulling away, the two just looked at each other and Connel just ran out as Caltin pulled his lightsabers to his hands and strapped them to his back.

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After spending time in recovery coming from the Halls of Healing and emerged out from the Medical Bay. Accompanied by his twin sister and younger brother, Seri and Caden. Kas walked slowly through the halls of the Jedi Temple overhearing a session about a Lightsaber was being held. Caden and Seri stood at either side of Kas guarding their injured brother.

There were a few layers of bandages tied and wrapped around Kas' head. He was allowed to walk and wander around the Temple grounds for now. Healers and Medics said that he needed to move about and exercise to help with his recovery.


"Take it easy Kas. We'll go at your pace." Seri said to Kas as she had a hold of his left wrapped around one of hers as they entered the classroom carefully.


"I got front sis. You're doing alright Kas." Caden looked to Kas and Seri as he was helping his older brother move about being cautious of their surroundings just as Seri was for Kas' sake.

"Phew. Guess the lack of movement can do a number on the body hah." Kas smiled to both Caden and Seri giving the two reassurance that he was managing just fine for the time being.

The trio entered the classroom Caden and Seri bowed their heads over to Aris Noble Aris Noble and Ran Serys Ran Serys who were hosting this session in the classroom. Kas just smiled to them avoiding any head movements.

Seri helped Kas sit down in a free seat while Caden made sure nothing was obstructing his older brother. The trio sat down together Kas had his siblings sat to either side of him.

There were parts for Lightsaber hilts scattered before the three students. A lengthy process to construct and design a Lightsaber hilt, It is recognised among the Jedi that it is an extension to the owner and wielder of said Lightsaber hilts.

"Huh. A lot of parts for a Lightsaber hilt. Hmm. I read about one type called a Sentinel. Seen the blueprints of this one and a few others. Back from the Skywalker Praxeum era." Kas said to his siblings.

Managed to get his datapad out of his belt pocket but then Seri stopped Kas doing any more. She placed the datapad on the table. Link and synced the blueprints to transmit them. Caden and Seri took a look at the Lightsaber hilts being displayed on the screens

"Oh neat. Hmm I have seen other Jedi use Double-bladed Lightsaber hilts. Ah! I love the look of the Guardian Saberstaff hilt. Think we can build these hilts together Kas?" Seri eagerly asked.

"Cool Kas. Lemme see what you got there. Hmm." Caden having a look through the various Lightsaber hilts and then he came across one. "Ah I like the Consul hilt."

Sounds like the three students gathered together as siblings would do. They had made their choices and decided upon schematics with their own little twists to them over time.

There'd be a few raw materials and other components to consider in creating their Lightsaber hilts to the specification Caden, Kas and Seri wanted to build for themselves. They knew it wouldn't be easy that'll it take a lot of attention to detail, effort and time.

They sat quietly, Caden and Seri keeping an eye on Kas. He did rub a hand along the side of his head. Enduring minor headaches every now and then. Seri rubbed Kas' shoulder to comfort him. Caden gave Kas a nod and smile not making the atmosphere tense for the Larsen trio.


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