The New Toy

[GhostOfProtocol]

Sat in the camp on Iridonia, Jardo eyed his new toy. It wasn't much to be proud of, it didn't even look like it'd been built very well. Still, Jardo was armed with a saber. Even if he had no training on how to use it, it was a weapon.

Slowly, he figured out how to unclip the top of the hilt, and he learned to change it out for one of his own. Of course, he didn't exactly have anything to change it out with, but it was there. Placing it back, he removed the bottom of the hilt, eyeing it. It seemed to be the best part of the saber, the part that hadn't been abused anyway.

Jardo couldn't believe he had it at last.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Jardo slowed opened up even more of his new blade, slowly following each wire back to it's corresponding component. He slowly figured out how to remove the most rusted of the components, replacing them with supplies from his camp. As he rebuilt his new blade, he stopped for a moment, looking around the site. It was going to be a long night.