The Golden Rule
Location: Hyperspace aboard the Zoulin, enroute to the Stygian Caldera
The Republic may be done, but her duty as a Jedi was not. Her allegiance was to no government or even to the Jedi, but to the people. There would still be those in need no matter the political landscape. At the moment, she found her calling out in the outer reaches of the galaxy with the Silver Jedi.
The Sentinel had time to tinker with some of her gadgets during the long voyage from the Core. The old Sith saber she had carried around had served nicely as a backup for the past few years, but she felt it was time to complete the construction of a new saber to have a more effective weapon in battle, and to reflect her growth as a Jedi.
Another Padawan had decided to join her on the journey through Silver space, whom she had invited to join in on the saber constructing fun, or at least pick up some tips for future reference. For now, she was alone at a workbench, strengthening each component before assembly. Every piece had been personally handcrafted to meet her exacting standards for the weapon. One shoddy bit could result in the whole hilt exploding in her face. Lightsabers were delicate things that required extreme care to build and maintain, which was why it was considered such an important milestone when a Jedi got to the point where they could successfully craft their own.