GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
Taking all his materials back to the workshop he had borrowed in the Mon Cal Capital, Quinn stopped, staring at the raw parts lay in front of him. He then removed the final design of his Lightsaber from his pocket, unfolding it and placing it on the table next to him.
Starting with the Phrik, Quinn lay it out on a table. This would form sort of an underlayer on his lightsaber hilt, and he planned to hide it to the best of his ability, so no-one knew it was there. Thus, if his lightsaber was ever cut in battle, he'd surprise the enemy.
He took a small file and a large hammer, slowly beating on the Phrik. The Phrik needed to bend to some exact measurements, and Quinn took a rule and measured his Phrik. It was still well too wide, not Cylindrical, but it was getting there slowly.
Finally, when his Phrik was bent to the Cylinder it was meant to be, Quinn took to filing down some of the edges. He wanted his lightsaber to look nice, even if it wasn't going to work well. That was what Quinn cared more about, looks that function.
Starting with the Phrik, Quinn lay it out on a table. This would form sort of an underlayer on his lightsaber hilt, and he planned to hide it to the best of his ability, so no-one knew it was there. Thus, if his lightsaber was ever cut in battle, he'd surprise the enemy.
He took a small file and a large hammer, slowly beating on the Phrik. The Phrik needed to bend to some exact measurements, and Quinn took a rule and measured his Phrik. It was still well too wide, not Cylindrical, but it was getting there slowly.
Finally, when his Phrik was bent to the Cylinder it was meant to be, Quinn took to filing down some of the edges. He wanted his lightsaber to look nice, even if it wasn't going to work well. That was what Quinn cared more about, looks that function.