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Meira
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Dec 19, 2008 10:26:46 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Dec 19, 2008 10:26:46 GMT -5
Meira smiled as she took another sip of her soup. Arichi was constantly concerned with how he should know. She hoped that, in time, he would learn to understand that Jedi were not often concerned with the "how". They trusted in the Force to guide them. And so Meira gave an answer that she was sure she would give for years to come. Trust in the Force and it will guide you.
The concept of trusting in the Force was of course familiar to all younglings, as it had been a core part of being a Jedi since time long ago. But to put that concept into practice meant relinquishing one's sense of control, maybe eve over one's mind. That could sometimes be a frightening thing and often could only be resolved through determined practice. There was no better time than now for Arichi to start practicing.
((OOC:It's up to you how you want to proceed. I think that a post that goes over how the time passes as he constructs his lightsaber would be good. It tends to take around a month for a padawan to complete their lightsaber. We've already taken ten days.))
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Dec 22, 2008 16:15:55 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Dec 22, 2008 16:15:55 GMT -5
Taking a Deep breath into his lungs, Jon'arichi'kotokk closed his eyes and forced his body, his mind, to relax. For the Padawan, Up tightness seemed to be the norm, rather then a side-effect of Stress. Yet, for a slip of a child, the only one of his kind that he had ever known. Raised in an Unfamiliar Galaxy, Arichi had managed to handle himself well. Now, with a Daunting task before him, the Chiss pre-pubescent reminded himself that, while the Lightsaber was the Tool of the Jedi, it did not make a Jedi what they were. Jedi were those that used the blessing of power to help others who are in need. With that thought in his mind, he cleared himself with several deep, cleansing breaths. Each breath that Arichi took seemed to sweep through him with another sense of Clarity, each breath defogging more of his immediate future and showing him the paths he should take in creating his Saber, in creating the Tool that would allow him to Serve. Without even feeling himself move, he suddenly became aware that his hands had started the process. Watching with a bemused expression as his hands worked the metals on the bench, Arichi hadn't even known that he had sat down! Yet, sat he had, and Slowly, methodically, he watched his hands as they rolled out, sanded, polished and trimmed each piece of metal that he would need, sorting them out into different types, weights and even sheen. Without realizing it, he worked into the night, Just sorting the metals into their respective piles, and when he had finished, Arichi was dead tired. So he Slept. A shimmering pair of Purple Blades, The sizzling that emanated from them as the Plasma energy burned the very atmosphere around them, leaving an acrid smell in their wake. The hilts seemed to float in the air by themselves, yet not. A swirling, sliding current supported them, and the Hilts were Gorgeous because of it. A bright silver came from the Polished Steel Hilts, the Brass accents and Duel Shrouds creating an Elegant Blade....Awakening the next morning, Jon'arichi'kotokk remembered his dream, remembered the hilts with such amazing clarity that he couldn't believe it. Moving to the bench, He paused for only a moment before Sketching the twin hilts out, One hilt a Mirror image of the other, with a Gold slip-shroud crossing over the First. The other having A silver slip-shroud crossing the first. They would be beautiful. Slim and long, with a good balance, perfect for someone learning to use them. Looking behind him, Arichi paused in his Building and sketching and general dashing about madly, in order to assist his Master in her daily work. He felt bad about being so caught up in the designing and everything, and Taking the responsibility for making dinner, he shied away from making "Soup" so to speak, Taking deep red beets and Potatoes to make a Thick stew, even using a small amount of the meat that they had had. He wanted to be sure that Meira Knew how much he appreciated all that she had done for him. {{OOc: I think Splitting it up might work a little better, so have fun }}
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Dec 30, 2008 15:44:17 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Dec 30, 2008 15:44:17 GMT -5
Taking a Short break to eat, Arichi noted the small smile on Meira's face as she joined him. Soon, the stew was no more then some drippings left in the pot and A few Dirty dishes. Helping out by cleaning out the pot and dishes, Jon'arichi'kotokk then returned to his Construction.
Days passed, his small, nimble fingers led by the Force itself as he placed small piece after small piece into place on the table.
A Week passed, and by then he had charged the batteries, readying them for their first Use. More and more Hours passed each day without sleep, until Finally... Stepping back and lowering his hands, Jon'arichi'kotokk looked at the twin hilts on the table before him.
Assembling the Final products had been the hardest part since he had needed to charge the Crystals, but looking at the Two hilts on the table, Arichi felt a sense of... Pride. These were his creations, led and Guided by the Force, but made by and for...
Him.
Gold and Silver colored stripes wrapped around the hilts' main shaft, ending on one side with the power port, and on the other with a Dual, "Slip-Shroud" that hugged the emitters. When he would first ignite the blades, the glow would be seen through the gaps made by the shrouds. Where one blade was in one pattern, the other was it's perfect reverse, something that struck Arichi as...perhaps a comment, on the Duality of Assisting the Galaxy and the reactions of the people helped.
Swallowing, he stepped back forward and took one into each hand, his thumb triggering the operating switches twice, bypassing the safety feature and igniting the blades. With the Familiar Snap-Hiss of a Saber's ignition, Arichi Gasped. The Blades felt...Right, Perfect. A purple glow seemed to reflect off of the walls of the cavern, and to warm his soul itself.
Master...I have...Finished Jon'arichi'kotokk said, turning the Blades off and Proffering them to Meira for inspection.
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Jan 5, 2009 10:28:24 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jan 5, 2009 10:28:24 GMT -5
Meira had passed the time in her own way. Meditation, cooking, cleaning, sleeping. These were the activities that occupied her mostly. Once a week she had sent a message back to the Temple, letting them know that all was going well. Occasionally she helped Arichi as he worked, but on the whole, he was very independent as he constructed the blades, and she was proud of that.
She had asked a few days before if the library could prepare some records for when they returned. As Arichi was constructing two blades, She knew that his education should be primarily in Niman so that he could learn the Jar Kai sub form. She herself had no knowledge in Niman, as she was a fairly strict Soresu practitioner. However, she felt that she could help Arichi if she studied Niman along side of him. She had no dilutions of trying to pass herself off as a master with no weaknesses, nor did she plan on forcing her own preferred style onto her padawan. She would be honest with Arichi, and she expected the same from him. And so when it came to lightsaber training, she would both instruct where she could, such as with his continuation with Shii-Cho, and she would join him in learning Niman.
Finally, the day came when she heard the hiss and pop of a new lightsaber springing to life. And then another! She had sensed their time here was coming to an end and had been packing away a few of their supplies when Arichi approached, presenting his blades to her. With a smile, she lifted one from his hands. She studied it closely with her eyes and her mind, searching for weak points in the casing, or faulty connections in the wiring. But this hilt was soundly constructed. She then moved it around in her hand, spinning it in her palm, flipping it up and over. It was not clumsy or bulky. Finally, she ignited the blade as smiled as the purple light cast a glow around them. The color was a bit darker than that of her own lightsaber.
She continued to test it, feeling the way it moved as she put it through some Shii-Cho basic movements. Nodding, she extinguised the blade and traded with the other that Arichi held. She studied it in the same fashion as the first, and when she was done, she placed it back into Arichi's hands. With a proud smile and a bow of her head Meira ended her examination.
Very good, Arichi. She said, nodding to herself. Those are fine blades. Now let's get out of here. I've had enough of this cold! She said with a laugh, turning to continue packing.
((OOC: Eclipse, if you would be so kind as to finish us up here, we can move on. Just mention us packing and getting back to the ship. I'll PM you and we can discuss where to go from here.))
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Jan 5, 2009 15:30:06 GMT -5
Post by 10Tickler on Jan 5, 2009 15:30:06 GMT -5
Smiling at his master's Desperate-sounding Request, Arichi slipped the two hilts onto the small hooks that he had made for his belt before turning to get to work on some other things that needed doing before they could go.
It was amazing, how the Force could speed along packing away gear and clothing, tools and Equipment, and within the hour, the cavern was empty, save for the two Jedi, the Knight and her Padawan. Soon, even they were gone, Back on the ship that had brought them, leaving behind the Snow, the cold and the Cavern, until the next time a Jedi came, Seeking a Crystal.
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