Chapter 2:
Home
(i intend to skip the crystal gathering because i can't for the life of me figure out how i'm going to play it out)
Dear Diary, Today we learned we are finally building our own lightsabers. I'm so excited! Mizubaki Scoffed like usual, I wish he would be happier. I am worried about him though, he's always been prone to sickness but it seems worse now than ever. He's very analytical he's always playing with other younglings when they duel, i don't know how he does it but he always finds a flaw in their style. And he always, always taunts them and gets in trouble. I have to go. It's time to leave for the planet where we get out crystals. I'll see you when I'm a fully fledged Jedi padawan. ~Karima
Three younglings -including Mizubaki and Karima- boarded a small craft with a female padawan just a few years older than themselves. "Small group this year… that's a little sad."
"Not as sad as being the padawan who has to babysit." Mizubaki retorted harshly.
"Dickishness noted, try to keep it under wraps." the padawan sighed monotonously. "Smartass aside, my name is Amari Nar'ima. I'll be escorting you to the planet of Nekori, they formed a very recent alliance with us and their planet's Kyber crystals are even more rare than those that are found on Illum."
Karima raises her hand with slight nervousness. "Um… Padawan Nar'ima? What kind of people live on Nekori?"
"Very good question that I'm surprised you don't know the answer to. The People of Nekori are strong in the force. Their planet is so in tune with the force that-"
"Why is it so surprising that my sister doesn't know what kind of people live on a planet she's never heard about?" Mizubaki interrupted with extreme annoyance.
"Never heard about- it's surprising because it's the planet your species is from." Amari explained.
The third youngling, Narim, spoke up. "The were raised in the temple from an infantile age. They've never been to their home planet."
There was an awkward silence, followed by a feeling of dread as well as the light in the area dimming. Which quickly faded away.
"Um… so, shall we go or what." Karima broke the silence, pushing her brother onto the ship in a panic.
The group later landed on the planet of Nekori, it's luscious green forest surrounding a crisp blue lake with a village resting on its surface. In the center of the village lay an enormous building that could only be the planet's Jedi temple.
Amari turned to the trio of soon-to-be Padawans, "Alright you three, when you enter the temple be ready for anything." she shifted in her robes with discomfort and worry.
Mizubaki put up the hood of his jacket, which he wore for the purpose of pissing off the order. It was black with dark purple text on it that read 'From Darkness, we birth sin. From sin, we birth knowledge. From knowledge, we birth power. From power, we birth salvation. We are weak. We are dieing. We are strong. We are living. We are warriors.' which was an passage from his favorite Song of all time.
Karima walked in first, fiddling with the edge of her white and red dress that she wore because she didn't want her brother to feel alone in disobeying the rules.
The others followed shortly after. Meeting up with Grand Master Yoda at the entrance to the trial site.
Yoda casts his gaze towards the younglings, "Ready for the trials, you are hmm. Collecting your crystals, you'll be. prepared , if you are, head deeper into the waters, you will. In a chamber at the bottom, the crystal caves are. Return before sunset you must, unless to be trapped in the caves, you wish." the small master explained.
Mizubaki emerged first from the trial, he had poured his force energy into it as soon as he touched it. It was a mischievous sea green with a touch of forest in the center. Narim was next to return. His crystal was a sky blue with an ocean tint in the center. Finally Karima surfaced from the watery depths, her crystal was a golden yellow with a slightly lighter yellow in the center.
"Your crystal, collected them you have, hmm yes. A lightsaber, you must now make." Yoda commented, praising the younglings' quick work. They had only been gone for three hours.
"Thank you Master Yoda." Narim replied, removing the rebreather he borrowed from the temple. The other two fished theirs out from their pockets and placed them next to the one their friend returned.
"Master Yoda, it turns out my and my brother can breathe under water!" Karima exclaimed with pride. "It must be our species, I mean we do live on top of water after all."
Mizubaki looked distant as the younglings, Amari, and Master Yoda conversed about their crystals and how their lightsabers would be built. "Um, Master Yoda, I'm going to walk around and learn about the locals. I'll meet everyone on the ship later." and with those words that were never heard, the young Nekorian flicked his tail, rolled his multicolored eyes, and walked out into the busy streets of the village. He slinked up to the nearest food vendor, seeing many strange looking buns on the counter. They were bright yellow with a dim pink streak down the middle. To the left of them were smaller versions and a label saying: "Koumoi Buns. Free Sample."
Electing to take one, Mizubaki sniffed it. Deciding that it wasn't poisonous, he popped it into his mouth. It was bitter, and had an aftertaste like oversteeped tea, making Mizubaki smile with genuine happiness for the first time in a few days. The boy twitched his ears with purpose as he turned towards the counter and rang the bell. In seconds a tall Nekorian man with golden-brown ears and tail, dawning a stained apron emerged from the back with a tray of fresh cinnamon rolls. The man took one look at the young boy and smiled a gentle, caring smile. "What can i get'cha L'i'l Pup?"
Mizubaki ignored the 'L'i'l Pup' comment and pointed at the Koumoi Buns, "I'd like two of those and a cinnamon roll please." he stated with a shining glimmer in his eye and a childish smile on his face.
"Alright, good choice kid, one more thing, are you under the age of eighteen? If so then there's a minor's discount."
"I'm sixteen in a few weeks." He replied, placing twenty eight credits onto the counter.
The man handed Mizubaki two paper bags when Karima called out to her brother and ran to his side.
As soon as she reached him, Mizubaki shoved the bag with the cinnamon roll into her hands. "Here, this is for you sis. We're finally building our lightsabers when we get on the ship."
When the two finally returned to the ship, Narim was already working on his lightsaber. Amari and the lightsaber design robot DL9942 gave a quick explanation on how to go about building a lightsaber as a review.
After both Mizubaki and Karima picked out many components for their lightsabers from the thousands of drawers aboard the ship, they began the process of building their sabers with unique designs.
Hours later they finished. Narim's lightsaber was completed first. It was a standard hilted lightsaber with dragon designs embroidering it. It was brown and grey and the embroidering was golden. The only thing special about the saber besides it's pretty design was when the human boy activated it and flicked a switch to lengthen the blade.
Karima finished next, her hilt curved at one-hundred seventy degree angle and was twice the size of a normal hilt. The emitter was in the design of a wolf's head with the blade extruding from the mouth when activated, it's golden-yellow blade was breathtakingly beautiful.
Finally Mizubaki had finished his. unLike his sister's saber, it's hilt was half the size of of a standard one and it too had a wolf-head emitter. It angle wasn't changed but it had flying crows embroidered in silver on it. It was black, with white outlines. It's blade was also lengthened.
As the younglings -now Padawans- landed on Coruscant, they all felt as if they were now fully fledged Jedi, even if they were only Padawans.
A/N: okay well i finished this one early so i'mma treat you guys who are reading by posting it early. Enjoy. Also tell me what you guys think of the colors i chose as well as the way i had their sabers designed. Thanks for your support, whether it be silent or very, very vocal.