Eye of the Tiger (Cnile Mengele's Training)

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Cnile's iris's contracted as the sudden burst of light shot from Caed's fingers, rays glinting and refracting of the billions of multi-faceted crystals occupying the room. Raising her jaw a bit belatedly, she nodded and barely repressed a giggle of joy as she was told to select a crystal for her lightsaber. She'd read little about their construction, and began to slowly wonder the room unsure what to look for in a crystal.

She sighed slightly as she surveyed the room, finding it hard not to be overwhelmed by the seemingly infinite jewels within. She focused her awareness, something that she was finding she be doing often, and let herself listen to the ebbs and flows of the Force, following its near hypnotic suggestions as she wandered about the cave. Not entirely sure where she was going, she took in the scenery as she let the force guide her. Finally stopping, she peeked into a near by crook in the wall, reaching in to find a single gem, silver with specks of scarlet within it.

Slowly making her way back to the cave's central chamber, guided half by the Force, but also paying attention to the increasing volume of the waterfall, she finally caught sight of her Master. Breaking into a jog, she ran up to him, holding the gem aloft. “I found one!” she stretched out her hand for him to inspect it, “I believe it's Durindfire.”
 

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Caed had waited in the center of the chamber. Walking over to a tall out-croft of violet crystals. The sharp points would stare back at him, multiplying his reflection tenfold and creating an eerie image unlike anything he'd quite seen before. Reaching out he took a firm hold of it and broke a good chunk of the Hurrikaine crystal. It was then he heard Cnile call out, turning on his heel he'd face her and take hold of the Durindfire before giving it a good look.

"Silver... A unique blade color, few use it."

He smirked and handed the crystal back to the girl. He'd lead her out and back to the temple. Stopping at the steps to the almost palace he'd give her a nod before finally speaking.

"Use what you've learned to construct your lightsaber... The tools needed are in your room, use the work bench and return here when it's complete."

He'd bow to her and walk towards a clearing in front of the temple. Falling to his knees the Knight would go into a Meditation and simply wait.
 

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Cnile followed her Master back to the temple, handling the acrobatics a bit more smoothly than she had on the way in. She spent the remainder of the trek back slowly turning the crystal over and over within her palm, almost walking into Caed's back as he stopped on the Temple's steps.

She nodded quickly as he spoke, bowing to him in return and jogged up the steps into the temple. Quickly navigating the twist and turns of the temple hallways, she let loose a quick sigh of relief as she finally stepped into her quarters. Placing the durindfire within the folds of her tunic, she slid over to the room's newly added workbench. Looking over the contents of bench's storage container, she found an ample supply of all the meleenium and quantum she'd need to machine the lightsaber's hilt, some rudic wiring, a handful of powercells, a few data cards on lightsaber construction, all the tools necessary to shape the blade, and a handful of other bits and bobs with purposes unknown.

Spreading the components across the floor she opened herself to the Force, inspecting them individually, searching for impurities and defects that would cause the blade to fail as she blade to fail while the datacards played in the background. Selecting the body of the hilt had been the easiest part, she'd taken a solid chunk of meleenium over to the work bench's machining station, and set about slowly hollowing it out and adding an ergonomic flow to the blades grip, adding an angled metal guard over where the blade's emitter would sit as a final bit of detail.

The next day she sat threading leather straps over the hilt's grip while she set about selecting the the blade emitter and focusing lenses. Having read studied her the data cards, she knew that the combination of these two components would affect the uniformity of the blade, with a smoother blade being more conducive to controlled blaster deflections and a courser blade being better for holding a saber lock. She quickly selected an adegan lens combined with a refined emitter, hoping that the highly focused blade would allow her to quickly engage and disengage in a duel while avoiding being stuck in a lock with a more powerful opponent.

She spent the next several days trying to fit the lens in such a way it allowed the blade to be adjustable, eventually abandoned the idea as too complex for her first lightsaber. Disassembling the new finished hilt, and placing it with the rest of her chosen components she set about selecting the last of the lightsaber's components by fitting the the hilt with a daitum power cell, for which she machined a cover, giving the blade's pommel an angled point.

Finally after two weeks relative isolation, her lightsaber was ready to be forged. Setting the small room's windows to opaque, she knelt down it a traditional mediation post, with the saber's chosen components laid out around her. Reaching out with the Force, she lifted them each in turn, immersing them in the Force as she explored their now familiar shapes and dimensions. She moved them together, doing he best not to rush the process. She knew a lightsaber was not the collection of pieces that created it, instead they were almost grown together as the Jedi crafted the device.

As the last pieces slid together and hovered in front of her, she reached to her left, sliding a power cord into the saber's powercell her finger resting on the switch. The key changing the acclamation of assorted parts into a lightsaber lie it it's first charging. By immersing the lightsaber in Force as it was charged, the Jedi would meld the components together, allowing the neigh-impossible efficiency needed for the lightsaber to produce it's trademark blade.

She took a deep breath, doing all she could to center herself. Such manipulation of matter would be all but impossible for some of the Order's greatest masters, but the construction of a lightsaber had been so ritualized over the generations that even a Padawan could perform it. With one final breath, Cnile flipped the switch on the power generator, feeling the flow of energy as the weapons powercell was charged, the myriad of changes happening within the blade as the Force urged the generator's power to surge through the weapon at break-neck speeds. And even as the blade was undergoing it's metamorphosis, she could feel a similar one happening within her. The lightsaber was not just a weapon, but a symbol, one of Cnile's duty as a Jedi to protect and serve those who could not do so themselves. She knew it was a responsibility she could not turn away from even if she wanted to. And much to her surprise, that didn't scare her.

As the flow of energy ebbed, Cnile held her hand out, slowly letting the lightsaber drop into her hands. She turned the blade over, it's gleaming chromatic finish contrasting darkly with the velkar-hide strips that made up it's grips. Standing slowly, she shakily walked out of her room, noting an unsual stiffness in her legs as she walked back down the seemingly deserted hallways of the temple. It wasn't until she finally stepped outside that she realized that it was the middle of the night. And yet, her master knelt right where he had been when she had began the lightsaber's construction.

Proudly standing infront of her master, she ingited the saber and smiled, “It's finished.”
 
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