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D'Jareth is sitting in the center of a circular room, meditating on his makeshift lightsaber, held together by the most modest of means: makeshift welding. He is cross-legged, the lightsaber disassembled into its core parts, the crystal he had been given on Kashyyyk at its epicenter. While in this meditation, D'Jareth is able to sense the world around him, ready to strike should a violent situation arise...