Okuro_Ishimoto
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Okuro sat cross legged in his chambers of the Jedi Temple on Kashyyk. He was adjusting to this new life well, though he didn't intend to stay long. Pieces of metal floated around him, a crystal in the very centre. The metal parts combined together, and Okuro clutched his newly made weapon, one out of many. He ignited it, the green blade sparking to life as he swung it a little. He smiled contently at himself, deactivating it and clipping it to his belt with his two primary sabers. He laid down on his bed, which was probably the most comfortable one he'd had in years, looking up at the ceiling. "I should do something to thank these Jedi before I go. They're good ones."