Eight Lightsabres
I have had eight lightsabres so far.
Each holds its own memories.
My first lightsabre was a training sabre, one given to all the younglings when they went into Master Yoda's classes. It was little, made by me and blue, my favorite color. I remember watching Master Windu spar with Padawan Depa and wondering if I could have a purple lightsabre when I grew up. That sabre was lost in the Temple Gardens, swimming with Bant.
I got my second lightsabre after coming back to the temple with Master Qui-gon. He took me to the crystal caves to choose a sabre crystal. I saw so many things in that cave that haunt me still, I dread taking Anakin there. That sabre was destroyed on a mission two years later.
My third lightsabre remained with me for longer this time, six years. It was modified as I grew and became in essence, who I was. Over those years, that sabre got me out of many tough spots, more than I could count. I lost that sabre when my Master was killed by a Sith apprentince.
My fourth lightsabre was my Master's. It wasn't blue, like mine had always been, but green. A reminder of who I had been trained by and a honor to his memory. Throughout Anakin's first four years that sabre served me well. That sabre was taken on a mission where Ani and I were captured.
My fifth lightsabre was made days after my release and destroyed in battle four days after it's making. It was the only one of my sabres to ever let me down.
My sixth lightsabre carried me through the clone wars. I fought Jango Fett, tailed him and stared down my Master's Master with that sabre hanging from my belt. I believe that it was added to the collection of General Grevious. That sabre was taken before the Battle of Geonosis.
My seventh lightsabre was another green one, tossed to me in the heat of the battle of Geonosis. It felt a bit off in my hand, the weight not exactly right, nor the grip exactly to my taste. It was just a sabre for
the sake of being a sabre, a weapon of peace. I dismantled that sabre the moment I returned to the Temple and made a new one.
My last lightsabre was blue and resembled closely the one of Qui-gon's that I had used. My grip was different, blade slightly shorter, color different, but every time I used that sabre it reminded me of my old Master. With that sabre, I cut off my former padawan's legs and arms, hoping that it would be the last of the dark side. I was wrong. I died with that sabre in my hand.
I have had eight lightsabres in my life.
Each one holds a different memory.
Author's Note:
I watched Phantom Menace a bit ago, and got to thinking about Obi-wan and his lightsabres. This is based off of various sources, books and other random bits I've picked up over the years.