Once he had successfully aligned the Kyber crystal with his own unique Force signature and carefully placed it within its designated position within the crystal chamber, he proceeded to secure the stabilization ring, and then began the process of applying the focusing assembly, which slid into place with remarkable precision through a series of perfectly aligned holes.
Vilyam expertly grasped the largest, whole piece using the Force, and the blade emitter slowly floated towards him with a deliberate and careful pace.
With his other hand he reached out for the focusing lense and twisted it through the focusing assembly until it was tightly fixated in place
He carefully slid the emitter over onto the opposite side of the focusing assembly, and as he did so, the blade emitter fully encapsulated the entire component, accompanied by a resounding click
Vilyam clicked the button to activate the lightsaber, and the blade erupted to life, the green plasma shooting forth until it reached proper longsword length.
However, the blade itself appeared quite unstable, and in his heightened excitement, he accidentally sliced a gash into the wall, the melted metal emanating a putrid smell as it began to cool.
Too much energy, perhaps I will need to build a vent for the excess, although the overflow of energy could be a nasty surprise for anyone I cross blades with too, so perhaps I should give the vent an off switch!
"But what kind of vent will I use?"
As he pondered on this thought hard on what kind of vent he would install and how it would effect his ability to swing the blade.
"Perhaps a crossguard?"
However, he was convinced that the idea was utterly stupid, mainly because it would mean he had to put in even more effort to constantly watch the plasma vents to ensure he didn't accidentally cut and burn himself.
It was at that very moment that the idea of a sabre guard came to him, a design that differed significantly from the traditional guard found on both sides of the hilt.
Instead, this particular guard would be positioned on just one side.
"Then again, perhaps not, after all, sabre guards are flared downwards, so the chance to slice my own fingers off is even greater than with the crossguard!"
Suddenly, a grand idea struck Vilyam, and he sprang to his feet with such suddenness that his legs felt a slight burning sensation.
"What about an inverted sabre guard?"
As he said this out loud a broad smile appears on his face, stretching from ear to ear.
He straightened up to his full height and then walked back over to the workbench.
Vilyam carefully went through the remaining parts one by one until he finally located what used to be the blaster barrel.
Along with that, he found a dura-steel mesh tube and some highly heat-resistant hinges.
Without hesitation, Vilyam immediately set to work, carefully carving a hole into the side of the lightsaber.
After collecting the resulting metal shavings with a vacuum, he took a moment to meticulously scan the area, his sapphire blue eyes carefully observing every detail.
A small, almost imperceptible, smile touched his lips as he nodded to himself, a flicker of pride evident in his expression.
"Okay, let's finish this bad boy."
Please work...
He carefully slid the mesh tubing into the barrel, taking the time to make absolutely sure it fit snugly and securely.
Once satisfied with the fit, he then proceeded to attach the hinges to both the top and the bottom of the barrel.
Vilyam slid the newly made guard vent into place and proceeded to weld it into place.
He carefully lifted the newly crafted lightsaber up above his head, then began to examine it thoroughly, utilizing the overhead lighting to meticulously check its overall shape and form for any potential inconsistencies.
Not bad at all...
Following a careful examination, Vilyam lowered the weapon until it reached waist height, keeping the business end of the weapon well away from his body while simultaneously ensuring the vent was pointed downwards.
SNAP!
HISS!
The lightsaber roared to life with a familiar hum, this time the emerald blade appearing more stable than usual, as the excess plasma energy was effectively shunted through the vent system.
SWISH
FWASH
He swung his lightsaber in a wide, horizontal arc before ending with a powerful downward vertical slash.
The air around him let out a violent hiss as the moisture within it heated intensely.
"This will do quite well!"
He carefully secured the lightsaber onto the belt that he was wearing and then proceeded to walk purposefully towards the door, his anticipation palpable as he was quite eager to show his Master the lightsaber he had just created himself.
SWISH!
As he approached the door, it slid open, revealing his Master Mirelia standing in the hallway.
She was holding her hands clasped tightly behind her back, giving her the appearance of a wizened sage.
"Are you finished? It's been a day and a half!"
The words that she uttered sent a visible tremor through Vilyam's entire body, as he felt that he had only just begun a few hours earlier.
"What? How? That's impossible..."
He stammered a little as he began to ask his question, but he was interrupted just as he was about to finish.
"Nothing is impossible through the Force, I suspect most of the time went into aligning the Kyber crystal!"
After all, that thing has seen a lot, and felt even more...
She extended her hand towards him, a subtle gesture that clearly indicated she wanted Vilyam to hand over the lightsaber.
There was a distinct feeling of both nervousness and anticipation radiating from him as he carefully unclasped the weapon from his belt, cradling it gently before placing it in her outstretched palm.
Clutching the newly fashioned weapon in her hand, she gripped it tightly through the leather handle, her knuckles visibly white as she appeared completely absorbed in the memories of a time that felt like it had faded into the distant past but was somehow ever in her thoughts.
Mirelia tested the weight of the weapon for a moment before nodding to herself in appreciation.
"Not bad, the design is a little on the clunky side, but that was expected with the parts I gave you!"
She held the weapon with a practiced grip, ensuring that the emitter was directed upward and clear of both Vilyam and herself, before she proceeded to press the activation button.
SNAP!
HISS!
The emerald plasma blade erupted forth with enough ferocity to blind Mirelia temporarily before her eyes adjusted.
"Your blade is powerful, slightly unstable but the vent takes care of it for the most part!"
She took a few practice swings up in the air, the lightsaber blade emitting a strong, resonant hum with each motion.
Knight Mirelia's face softened into a wide smile, stretching from one ear to the other as she continued to practice her swings, the blade of her lightsaber transforming into a vibrant emerald blur with each thrust and spin as she expertly employed a variety of techniques that left Vilyam astounded.
Not long after, the practice techniques she had been diligently working on came to a close, and with a feeling of satisfaction throughout her body, she finally switched off her lightsaber and handed it back to the person who had crafted it in the first place.
"You did exceptionally well, my Padawan, congratulations on the successful formation of your very first lightsaber."
I expect many great things from you in the future...
Vilyam gripped the hilt of his sword tightly in his hand, and he was just about to carefully place it back onto his hip when his master suddenly reached out to stop him from doing so, a stern but undeniably proud expression etched onto her face.
"Now that you have your own lightsaber, I can train you on how to fight, and trust me..."
Her eyes seemed to glow with a sinister and playful light.
"I don't plan on pulling any punches!"
Vilyam let out an audible gulp, his grip tightening around the hilt of his lightsaber so much that his fingers seemed to form grooves in the leather-like surface.
He bowed lightly after regaining his composure and replied.
"Teach me well master, hold nothing back!"
Mirelia smiled warmly.
"Okay then, follow me."
The two individuals began their walk through the long hall, with Mirelia confidently taking the lead, stepping forward with a prominent and assured stride, while Vilyam trailed behind, his movements marked by a sense of quiet contemplation, tinged with the chilling awareness of the impending pain he would inevitably endure.
As they passed into a more public area, the eyes of multiple individuals landed on them, some of which were giving off a knowing smirk as if they knew full well what Vilyam was to experience soon.
Others rubbed old, and already healed injuries as if the very sight of Knight Mirelia caused them to relive the moment they received them.
However, in any scenario where there were numerous men present and relatively few women, a certain number of individuals found themselves gazing a bit too intently at Mirelia's bust and the way her hips swayed with every step.
Amongst the group, there were a couple who, with a peculiar taste, leered at her head tails with lustful gazes.
A particularly courageous individual, possessing a unique bloodline that imbued his skin with a subtle blue hue and a strikingly dark mane, began to saunter towards Mirelia.
A flirty yet undeniably devious grin played upon his lips as he steadily closed the distance between them.
"Hey beautiful, why don't you ditch the kid and come have some fun with me?"
The man was about to wrap his arm around Mirelia's shoulder when she gave him a glare colder than Hoth.
"Back off scum!"
The man recoiled sharply, visibly stunned by what he had just witnessed, his expression shifting through a complex array of emotions before finally hardening into pure rage.
"Why you... You... You bitch!"
With one hand, he reached out towards her neck, while the other hand simultaneously reached for a blade that was concealed behind him.
Before the hand could clasp violently around her neck Mirelia grabbed the man's arm, stopping him in his tracks.
The man's face became increasingly riddled with visible veins, and his skin took on a faint purple hue as he struggled with all his might to free his arm from her grasp.
However, despite her delicate and feminine frame, the strength contained within her body was absolutely phenomenal, stemming from the pure Force energy that was pulsing powerfully through her very being.
Consumed by rage and deeply embarrassed, the man swiftly drew his knife from the scabbard concealed behind him and began to swing the blade towards Mirelia's slender neck.
However, just as the knife was about to strike, she raised her other hand, and a powerful wave of Force energy enveloped the blade, stopping it abruptly in mid-air.
"You aren't very smart, are you?"
A clear expression of disdain and irritation was evident in her eyes as she fixed a piercing stare down at the man, who seemed to be shrinking inward with each passing moment.
She let go of the man's arm and pressed it firmly but gently against his sternum.
"Begone fool..."
FWOOSH
SLAM
THUD
The man was ejected backwards as a Force push slammed into his abdomen and threw him into the wall on the opposite side of the room, falling to the ground limply with his eyes rolled back into his head.
Had it not been for the fact that everyone could clearly observe the steady, almost rhythmic pattern of his breathing, one might have genuinely thought the man had already shuffled off his mortal coil.
The room was immediately filled with a wave of gasps and shouts that echoed through its massive space, which Vilyam quickly realized was some sort of cafeteria.
A group of individuals unfortunate enough to be caught directly in the path of the blue man's fall reacted with shock, many displaying angry expressions as they witnessed their friend being sent flying and subsequently knocked unconscious.
Mirelia turned her gaze towards all of them, her eyes blazing with an intensity that could be interpreted as a clear threat.
The glare she directed at them carried a tangible promise of violence, suggesting that should they even consider attempting to move her or her Padawan from her side, the consequences would be severe indeed.
"Master is so formidable, I hope she doesn't go all out!"
But if I was a betting boy, I'm guessing she will!,
The two left the cafeteria, leaving behind a large group of astounded and fearful workers.
"Do you think they're heading down to the fighting arena? Let's go check it out."
A number of men, along with a few women, quickly started to follow the master and Padawan.
However, there were some of the men who remained behind, friends of the unconscious man that weren't brave enough to risk the journey.
Mirelia continued walking through the corridor with calm, measured steps, seemingly unconcerned by the growing crowd trailing behind her and Vilyam.
The low murmur of voices echoed through the metallic halls like the distant hum of a reactor core.
"Ten credits says the kid lasts less than a minute."
"You're insane, I give him thirty seconds at most."
"Depends... Is she using a training saber or not?
That final comment caused several nearby workers to grimace.
Vilyam swallowed heavily.
That bad...?
Eventually, the group arrived before a pair of enormous blast doors covered in countless scorch marks and deep gouges that looked suspiciously like lightsaber cuts.
A loud mechanical groan echoed through the corridor as the doors slowly parted.
Beyond them lay a massive circular arena.
The chamber resembled a fusion between a gladiator pit and a military training ground.
The floor was composed of dark metallic plating covered in burn marks, dents, and long blackened streaks where plasma had once carved into the surface.
High above, observation walkways wrapped around the arena while old banners bearing the emblem of the Republic swayed gently from hidden ventilation currents.
The moment Mirelia stepped inside, several people observing from above immediately began moving closer to the rails with open curiosity.
One elderly man took a long sip from a metal flask before sighing.
"Oh that poor bastard..."
Vilyam heard him.
Unfortunately.
Mirelia finally stopped near the center of the arena before slowly turning around to face her Padawan.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.
Then her hand drifted downward.
SNAP!
HISS!
Her yellow lightsaber exploded into existence, bathing the arena in golden light.
The atmosphere instantly changed.
The playful warmth Mirelia normally carried vanished completely, replaced by something sharp enough to cut steel.
Instinct screamed through every fiber of
Vilyam's being.
Danger.
Immense danger.
Mirelia lowered herself into a stance, one hand behind her back while the other angled the glowing blade toward the floor.
"Rule number one, Vilyam."
Her voice echoed softly through the arena.
"If you hesitate with a lightsaber..."
The corners of her lips curled upward ever so slightly.
"You lose limbs."
SNAP!
HISS!
Vilyam ignited his own emerald blade almost immediately, the unstable plasma roaring loudly as the vent beneath the hilt spat excess emerald flame downward like the exhaust of a starfighter engine.
Several onlookers visibly leaned forward.
Mirelia's eyebrow rose slightly in appreciation.
Then suddenly...
She vanished.
Vilyam's eyes widened.
CLASH!