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In the still heart of the Jedi Temple gardens, where vines crept lazily over ancient stones and the scent of fresh blossoms lingered on the breeze, Jedi Knight Thea Nyko sat cross-legged beneath the outstretched arms of a flowering tree. Her eyes were closed, calm, serene—but her presence was unmistakable. The Force thrummed faintly around her like the whisper of a distant storm.
Before her, suspended mid-air, floated the disassembled pieces of her lightsaber—metal casing rotating slowly, precision components orbiting like tiny moons around her fingers. With the Force flowing through her veins, she guided each piece with a steady grace that was equal parts discipline and art.
Click.
The saber came together piece by piece, not rushed, not forced—merely invited into wholeness. She exhaled softly, the corners of her lips lifting in a quiet smile as she finished reconstructing her lightsaber. This was an activity Thea liked to do from time to time. A way to connect to the Force and to make sure her saber was in good working condition.
Kal Kan Zulleich