Faction Artistry (NJO)

[Jackson Lesan]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Vera Noble

Jackson didn’t answer right away. The glow from the forge caught faint highlights along the grain of the sappirewood, and for a long second, he simply stared at it with his thumb brushing lightly over the surface like it might offer an answer. It didn’t, of course, but it felt solid like a real piece of something that hadn’t been taken from him yet.

Vera’s presence was grounding as she approached, even if it was unexpected. She didn’t press or fill the silence with noise, she just let it hang there between them like a soft thread waiting to be picked up.

Finally, Jax glanced at her sketches, brows lifting slightly at the range. Some were all curved and elegant, others squared and brutally practical. There were one or two that had notations which looked like something Romi might’ve jotted down. He didn’t comment on that. Instead, he gave a small, appreciative nod.

“I’m not really the ‘fancy’ type,” Jackson answered quietly. “Never have been.”

He turned the datapad toward her. The screen displayed a simple frame. The design wasn’t quite finished, but it was close. The lines were clean, almost severe. Everything about it screamed function over form. It didn’t have a flared emitter or cross-guard, just a hilt that looked like it belonged to someone who spent more time surviving than showing off.

“I was going to just build something basic. Straight grip. Non-slip wrap. Balanced for one-hand use. Nothing that would call attention to itself.”

He hesitated, eyes flicking to the wood again.

“But I dunno. This stuff,” he tapped the sappirewood, “it’s got weight. Not just physically. Feels like… something I should honor, not just slap onto a pipe.” His fingers curled slightly against the table’s edge, jaw tight for a moment before he added, more quietly, “Romi would’ve said it should say something. Even if no one else ever hears it.”

He sat back slightly, the beginnings of a thought taking shape behind his eyes.

“Maybe a little fancy, then. Just not loud.”

A beat passed, then his gaze shifted toward Vera, just a touch wry.

“But I’m probably going to regret every decorative decision the second I mess up the carve.”

Which he wouldn’t because Lesans were actually pretty good at crafting things. His tone was dry, but something unspoken had softened in him, even if only briefly. The barrier he usually kept between himself and this new group of Jedi erased by degrees.

He nodded toward her notebook.

“You think you’ll go curved? Or something more simple this time?”

 

[Braze]

TAGS: OPEN

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Braze made his presence known by choosing a table and setting out a black velvet table cloth down and set out several of weapons he'd forged upon the table seemingly putting them on display for all to see in the room. Presumably for others to see and perhaps ask questions. There was certainly a large assortment that he pulled off a unique utility harness that seemingly allowed him to carry every one of them with ease.

Braze was small but he lacked the familiar braid of a padawan. He had a pad he was sketching sevral new designs of weapons oon to he settled down with seemingly not having much to do or say at the momment.

"Ten credits to any newbies who can guess what saber was my first~"

Lightsabers​

Calypso​

Corsage​

Echo​

Gauntlet Shield (Katar + Shield)​

Hot 'n' Heavy Compensator​

Nightshade​

Requiem​

Resurgence​

Sentry​

Troublemaker's Trickblade​

Twilight​

Voice of the Wind​

Whirlwind​

Lightsaber Lightwhip: Retribution​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Open

As the class got down to business to personalize their lightsaber hilts, Zaiya picked up her etcher with a practiced grip, giving a little soft hum of a melody as she worked. As she turned it on, the etcher's quiet hum filled the air, and after squinting her eyes to double-check things in her mind's eye, she leaned in over the hilt and began to work. Curved lines first in soft swirls and flowing patterns, etching into the iridescent metal with careful precision.

Her mottled spots shifted gently, with gentle pulses of amber and orchid in calm focus, making sure she was faithfully etching where she had to, the design taking shape beneath her hands.

Near the grip, she pressed in three small beads she'd made herself, each one faintly glowing, softly imbued through the Force. One to help ground her mind, one to keep her empathy balanced, and one to give her a little boost of focus when shadows crept in.

She had conducted some research on what would be best for her situation, and while Domxite had their own hilt crafted by Iris, the Lovalla Padawan also wanted to make something uniquely her own.

 

[Aris Noble]

There were a lot more people here than Aris had expected. It brought one of those barely visible smiles to his usually emotionless face, though it did turn to a little bit of a squint as he caught sight of Vera. She wasn't actually going to do anything, right? Right? He ended up chuckling under his breath. He really had no idea if she would or wouldn't, and that probably was her goal.

He turned his gaze to Master Vanagor as the tall man offered his own lightsaber for inspiration. There was a pause as the thought seemed to click for Aris, and as if on cue even Master Serys mentioned that examples would be good to show. His own as well. He reached down, lifting up the aged yet refurbished hilt in thought.

Valery's first saber. He'd re-found it on New Cov, rebuilt some of the parts that had rotted with age, but he didn't craft it himself. Braze bringing up his own display of the various weapons he'd crafted had Aris that much more thoughtful. Shouldn't he also make his own lightsaber, then? He looked to Zaiya, to her focus. He smiled.

He lifted up one of the blocks of metal. Not a lightsaber hilt or tube, but just a block of metal, and started to mold it. His hands started to glow a deep red as he did, casually heating and shaping metal like it was clay. "There is no right or wrong way to do this. If you make an error, you can keep it. Undo it. Restart. We can reuse the parts here as much as you want or need to. Patience is important, but so is being willing to let go and restart rather than push for something that you know you don't like."

Learning to let go was important, right? Hopefully. He was half focused on what he was doing though, smiling softly as he continued to work the molten metal.

Ran Serys | Zaiya Ceti | Valery Noble | Caltin Vanagor | Braze | Jackson Lesan | Xuko Pagoi | Mak Ondor | Jonyna Si | Aadihr Lidos | Azurine Varek | Kas Larsen | Klar | Reina Daival