Post by Fromikeable on Oct 24, 2012 15:25:11 GMT -5
"Okay under there Padawan Asano?"
"I'm fine. You said four twists counterclockwise, correct?"
"That's right." The Jedi Knight wiped his brow, dabbing away some sweat. "You've got it then. Call for me when you're done."
"Yes master." The Knight walked away, and from under a small starship came sliding out on his back a Jedi padawan in ruffled robes, grease smeared on his hands and back slightly and obviously very tired.
After all, Vance Asano had been having an exciting week.
It had started when he'd finished tweaking the hilt of his saber with the Artisans. After initially being quite a nuisance (or at least a bother to them), they'd all warmed up to the padawan when he had shown how seriously he was devoted to making his hilt from scratch and how apt he was at actually learning how to do so. The process had taken weeks of trial and error, but the resulting product was unquestionably unique and original.
And most importantly, it was 100% Vance.
But that had only been the start. Since returning to the Temple with Tal those weeks ago, Vance had been getting far better at working with the Force. He could sense further. He could lift objects more easily. He was even slightly better at mind-reading, though at his best he could only pry out a syllable or two from a train of thought (and only if Tal wasn't using any defenses). Still, it was progress, and he'd been happy to see it.
But by far the top of an amazing week-cake had been his crystal. Vance had carried the mineral around with him wherever he had gone, meditating and focusing on it whenever he had two seconds to spare. His attention had not gone without effect; in addition to knowing the crystal inside and out, it had finally begun to reach the point where it was charged and imbued with the Force enough to be used in a lightsaber.
The morning he woke up only to discover that it was ready was indeed, he thought, the happiest day of his life thus far.
And so now hooked to his belt was no training saber, but a full-fledged lightsaber made of platinum. Vance was still shocked that the Artisans had managed to find that much platinum for it, but he certainly hadn't argued. They claimed to have gained the metal from some ruined artifacts and pieces of art they'd melted down, but Vance suspected they'd also found some in some other way as well.
That made him smile. He was lucky in more ways than one.
All day today he'd practiced with his saber, loving the way it felt so natural to his grip the way Shon-tul's hadn't. It made Vance a little sad to think that he'd broken down his master's old saber, but he'd actually installed the emitter on it to his own.
And with that, the memory of Shon-tul had come full circle, and Vance was ready for the life that lie ahead, whatever it was.
But after a full day of saber-training, Vance had decided to come down to the hangar and advance his practical knowledge at Tal's advice. So, there he was, tweaking the components of a small, single-person, hyperspace-capable ship. The Knight in charge of the hangar this evening had helped him along, and now the padawan was finally returning all of the wires linking up the electrical systems together, restoring the ship to full working order.
So it was needless to say that when he slid out from under the metal body when he felt a presence he hadn't felt in what seemed like ages, he was a tad surprised.
"I'm fine. You said four twists counterclockwise, correct?"
"That's right." The Jedi Knight wiped his brow, dabbing away some sweat. "You've got it then. Call for me when you're done."
"Yes master." The Knight walked away, and from under a small starship came sliding out on his back a Jedi padawan in ruffled robes, grease smeared on his hands and back slightly and obviously very tired.
After all, Vance Asano had been having an exciting week.
It had started when he'd finished tweaking the hilt of his saber with the Artisans. After initially being quite a nuisance (or at least a bother to them), they'd all warmed up to the padawan when he had shown how seriously he was devoted to making his hilt from scratch and how apt he was at actually learning how to do so. The process had taken weeks of trial and error, but the resulting product was unquestionably unique and original.
And most importantly, it was 100% Vance.
But that had only been the start. Since returning to the Temple with Tal those weeks ago, Vance had been getting far better at working with the Force. He could sense further. He could lift objects more easily. He was even slightly better at mind-reading, though at his best he could only pry out a syllable or two from a train of thought (and only if Tal wasn't using any defenses). Still, it was progress, and he'd been happy to see it.
But by far the top of an amazing week-cake had been his crystal. Vance had carried the mineral around with him wherever he had gone, meditating and focusing on it whenever he had two seconds to spare. His attention had not gone without effect; in addition to knowing the crystal inside and out, it had finally begun to reach the point where it was charged and imbued with the Force enough to be used in a lightsaber.
The morning he woke up only to discover that it was ready was indeed, he thought, the happiest day of his life thus far.
And so now hooked to his belt was no training saber, but a full-fledged lightsaber made of platinum. Vance was still shocked that the Artisans had managed to find that much platinum for it, but he certainly hadn't argued. They claimed to have gained the metal from some ruined artifacts and pieces of art they'd melted down, but Vance suspected they'd also found some in some other way as well.
That made him smile. He was lucky in more ways than one.
All day today he'd practiced with his saber, loving the way it felt so natural to his grip the way Shon-tul's hadn't. It made Vance a little sad to think that he'd broken down his master's old saber, but he'd actually installed the emitter on it to his own.
And with that, the memory of Shon-tul had come full circle, and Vance was ready for the life that lie ahead, whatever it was.
But after a full day of saber-training, Vance had decided to come down to the hangar and advance his practical knowledge at Tal's advice. So, there he was, tweaking the components of a small, single-person, hyperspace-capable ship. The Knight in charge of the hangar this evening had helped him along, and now the padawan was finally returning all of the wires linking up the electrical systems together, restoring the ship to full working order.
So it was needless to say that when he slid out from under the metal body when he felt a presence he hadn't felt in what seemed like ages, he was a tad surprised.