Jules nodded slowly. In his mind, he was turning the lightsaber and going over the design. With this all in mind, he began to scavenge this cargo hold for parts he could use. First, he let his new instincts guide him to dismantle the Sith lightsaber. It did not like that, and the energy coming off of it was that of protest. It was merely a piece of technology, however, and could simply be deconstructed. With a screwdriver and some physical persuasion, the device came apart without damaging too much. Now, with the pieces laid out before him, Jules picked up and examined each one carefully. He laid them all out as he had pulled them apart, to where it appeared that it could all just slide back together. He picked up an upper cylindrical piece that, in his mind, needed more holes. He picked it up and searched his compartments and tools for his cutting torch and metalworking machines. Everything was small and handheld, and made for tinker projects. He felt like his actions were beyond his own. Like he was being silently told what to do and how to do it. Once that piece was machined according to his vision, he replicated the parts that made up what he decided he would call an Emitter. The young man made two of them, and set them out where they should attach. As a couple of finishing touches, he grabbed some spacer's leather and a wire brush with oil.
After he felt that he had managed to create the components, he sat in front of the mat again and looked over it all. When he pried apart the lightsaber he found, there were no screws, no brackets, it was all just somehow fused together. He lifted out the blood-red crystal and placed his yellow one where it was in the assembly; and then whispers touched his mind from both the lava and lignan crystals. His head tilted and he picked them both up. With one enclosed in each hand, he closed his eyes again and focused on what they were both trying to tell him. In his mind's eye, he saw two crystalline discs. One was red, the other the varying hues of the lava crystal. He wondered at that and as he concentrated on that image, he could feel the Force-attuned crystals changing to fit this image. It was as though the crystals themselves knew where they could be placed, and made themselves in the image of their purpose using Crux as a conduit. His eyes popped back open and with a thoughtful hum he set the two lenses along the position he felt they would sit. A voiceless thought told him that it was all here.
He stared at the pieces of a whole for awhile. It felt like hours. It just might have actually been hours, too. The skeleton of a weapon lie before Jules, and he searched his feelings for an answer to how he could build something with no tools. Then it made sense to him that there was only one way that he could build something without using his hands. He took a deep breath to turn his attention from the mundane to the spiritual. He let the Force guide his actions like he did with the crystal. Slowly, the parts, components, materials, and the whole assembly rose up into the air perhaps an inch. There, the parts rotated and glued themselves together in ways that Crux could only vaguely understand or comprehend. If someone asked how he did it, he would merely shrug. The wires found their ways to the right places, the casing enclosed around the assembly, and at its core the lightsaber's crystals nestled themselves into position. This part felt especially delicate to him, so he concentrated more until he could practically see the crystals in their chambers. He imagined a beam of light passing through them, and spent more hours tuning their alignment. It felt like he was only seeing pictures in his mind; but somehow he knew he was controlling the internal components of the saber. Finally, he felt that he got the alignment correct. as his eyes blinked open, something told him that the pieces had all sealed together. He stood, and the lightsaber found his hand like a magnet. He wrapped the leather around the handle and pressed it onto the metal where it bound by adhesive. Then he took the wire brush and oil and worked it into the metal, removing much of the black finish and giving it a weathered look like a well-used tool. With a rag, he wiped off the excess oil and then held the weapon out. It was heavier than he thought it would be. It was time.
Snap-hiss-thrrruuuumm went the blade, then a heartbeat later the two side blades sparked to life as well. The bright yellow energy it emitted was not smooth like a conventional lightsaber. Instead, it crackled and sparked with energy; and its sound was volatile. Whether it was the crystals interacting, the salvaged nature of this lightsaber, or perhaps all of the above. This was a style not seen for a very long time.
"Wow..."
[member="Ezra Denko"]
