- MTO: Lightsaber Construction -

[Mr. Mischief]

Lightsaber Construction: The First
[This class is for Snake Eater, Mizchno, and Tal Skirata]​

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Within the Valley of the Dark Lords, Savan waited. At the base of one of the massive figures that loomed over the valley he was perched upon his knees, with his ankles crossed and his butt resting on his heels. His mind locked onto the task that lingered in the air before him, the monthly cleaning of his beloved Derriphan. The lightsaber that he had forged a few years ago under the influence of one of the Order's greatest weapon crafters, Iliam Ada, a Crusader who had been sent to Anoth to aid in the destruction of the Jedi and would never return. The Selphi had reportedly been slain in combat, when he was ambushed by the Jedi during the raid. It was a sad prospect for Savan to take in, but in the end the Pureblood wouldn't miss the near-human to dreadfully. He had already obtained the knowledge from the Crusader that he wanted, which in turn was the same knowledge that Savan was about to pass down onto some undeserving scum. Though, he knew that this was the type of thing that would garner him recognition in the eyes of the Council, perhaps enough to ease the ascension from being a mere Acolyte. Suspended in the air, Derriphan had been fractured with her guts spilled out only to fall towards a small rubber on the ground before the Massassi's knees. Each component, crystal, and piece of filament went to a be ordained place upon the surface. Resting close-by were a few cleaning supplies and various things that Savan had brought to replace the worn or tired components of old. The elegantly carved outer casing of Derriphan found its way onto a neatly folded strip of cloth, which would be used as a polishing rag when her innards had been placed back inside of her. "It's almost time... the others should be here soon. They better not be late." Savan said without realizing that he had voiced his thoughts aloud. He had left them instructions regarding the location and time, accompanied with a reminder for them to bring anything personal that they might want to incorporate into the design of their Lightsaber. Now, that the time that he'd suggested that they arrive was approaching he began the process of meticulously cleaning every organ of his treasured creation. He didn't have to wait long for his pupils to arrive, the sound of boots crunching and sifting through the sandy floor was all the evidence that he needed to know that they could at least follow simple instruction. His focus never leaving the task that he'd laid out before him, a small piece of cotton on a stick was lovingly caressing the primary crystal in an attempt to polish its surface. They would wait until everyone arrived, before Savan would address them... because, despite the fact that they were all Acolytes the Pureblood considered them beneath him. After all, they weren't of true Sith heritage. No, they were nothing more than imposters of the Sith. Though, he would teach them regardless of this fact. If only to prove that he was in fact their superior. Once, the final person arrived Savan finally lifted his eyes from Derriphan and surveyed the three others that would be located on the ground beneath the foothold of the statue that he had selected as his perch. A single word escaped his mouth in introductions, "Welcome." He would wait for the others to introduce themselves before continuing, and so his eyes found their way back to his work as he moved onto the next component. His focus back onto the cleaning of Derriphan, while he waited for someone to speak.

 

[Miz]

Mitsuki came to the valley of the Dark Lords leaving Lord Kaas's armor at home fearing the heat of the desert sun, sporting his Sith sword on her back whilst keeping the Darksword family charm around her neck. She had completely missed Savan and walked aimlessly around him constantly checking her map for directions. She was just about ready to give up and go back home when she realized that Savan was right behind her the entire time.

She quietly sat down imitating Savan's own resting technique to await instruction.

 

[Tal Skirata]

Drask sat down in a meditative position at the arranged position. "Morning Savan" It felt good to know that Drask would soon have his lightsaber

 

[Snake Eater]

The Valley of the Dark Lords was less than intimidating, the large Jedi statues on Tython and Coruscant were far more impressive, it was a fact that an Acolyte could easily enough kill their master and the former Jedi believed his would soon be able to kill any Sith that crossed his path; it was a bloody cycle. Clint's ability to understand the culture of the Sith seemed natural to him, he had studied many similar principles with The Cult; still he was unable to forget the humility taught by the Jedi Order, he still carried his Padawan Braid in his pocket as a reminder of this.

The first Acolyte to arrive was Mitsuki, an Acolyte that he had met earlier, and the other two were unfamiliar faces. Still, Clint stayed humble and introduced himself accordingly. He made sure his daisho were in view, unfazed by the flying sand.

"Hello all," Clint placed one hand on his hilt, "Clint Fox, one of the new arrivals from Kessel."

 

[Mr. Mischief]

A somewhat mocking chortle came from above the other Acolytes after they had all finally gathered and said their greetings. A small yet unidentifiable smirk found a momentary place upon the face of the Pureblood that was perched over them from their position in the sands beneath one of the monuments of the Dark Lords. Savan Rhodu, a Sith of Massassi blood and proud member of the Warriors path, had agreed to meet with the gathered three before him. So, that he may pass on the knowledge of forging a Lightsaber. Though, despite all of his best efforts to take a broader outlook on how he viewed his peers... he couldn't shake the disgust that he felt towards them and their pathetic existences. The first to arrive had to have been Mitsuki, whom Savan had never met before. Though, there had been plenty of stories around the Academies about her and just how much personified the Purebloods view upon non-Sith... weak, clumsy, and downright ignorant. The lucky charm that seemed to follow her around and make her existence possible was also a common topic of discussion. Though, she was persistent and had a fire that burned inside of her. In the end, she will do fine with the Sith once she begins to blossom into her true self. The second was a Kel Dor that he had met in the halls the other day when he was posting the flyers in an attempt to start getting more training partners. Drask had taken notice of the fact that Savan was offering instruction in constructing a lightsaber and the alien had leapt at the opportunity. The Pureblood was unsure of his opinion on the Kel Dor and had decided to wait before passing judgment on the new arrival. Speaking of which, Clint Fox had arrived only to pronounce his fresh status into the Order coupled with his name. His backstory was also a mystery to the Massassi warrior, though there was just something about the human that racked his nerves. By the gods did Savan detest humans and the filthy stench that seemed to linger upon their skin. Swallowing hard in an attempt to choke down the metaphorical vomit that was the action that he wanted to spew out onto them, instead he managed to speak to them in a relatively pleasant tone. "Greetings all. Inside of the instructions that I'd left for you was a direction to bring something with you that you wanted to incorporate into your Lightsaber design... I hope that you all have chosen to do this. So let's start off by each of you telling me which type of lightsaber it is that you wish to construct, and what it is that you've brought with you."

 

[Tal Skirata]

"I would like to make a single bladed saber with a heavy emitter shroud as is common with dejm so duellists. I have also brought a wooden lower grip that I carved myself" Drask said producing the wooden sleeve from his cloak and began spinning it in the palm of his hand.

 

[Miz]

Mitsuki took her hands off of her lap to reach into the confines of her purple robe to reveal two adegan crystals one was a crimson red and the other was a dark purple. One from Anoth and one from the Grenta girl she'd obtained on Dromund Kaas. She laid the two crystals perfectly side by side in front of her.

"Can I make a saber that has two colors!" She said excitedly opening her dead white eyes and purple veins starting to appear from them, revealing the first sides of raw Dark Side corruption.

 

[Snake Eater]

"My choice is to have a long hilt that will help my Niman form. My former Padawan Braid will be untied and placed on the grip, a reminder of my enemy. The blade will be Fire Orange."