War and Peace
Onin had begun working on his two lightsabers at the same time, reading the instructions three times over before and after doing them. The teacher handed out a booklet that wasn't much longer than five pages, and instructed how to put together their own lightsaber. The other students worked diligently, and at times used the force to bring the preferred pieces to their designated placements. Onin, however, used his hands; it worked quicker that way. It was true, and noted toward all the students that a traditional lightsaber took a month, at the very least to create a lightsaber of their own. During which time throughout the classes, the students would spend maybe a entire class time working on envisioning a lightsaber, among other things one at a time. The process nearly took a year to trust each student with a training lightsaber, until now, they were creating his or her own. One piece at a time they merely put the pieces together, and were accembling their own at this time.
Occasionally Onin would see the girls at their own table glancing at him; he looked up and noticed them snickering and giggling. He cocked an eyebrow and then went back to his work. At times he would hear them talking, using the words 'Onin' and 'cute' in the same sentence made him a little uneasy. He never thought of his looks at all, looking as though he were eighteen, and he would remain that way until his seventy third birthday, and then begin to decline through the normal age. Onin had sandy brown hair, blue eyes, a wonderful smile, well-balanced body. His expression always seemed to be straight forward, as though he had some sort of destiny. His eyes never open to their full extent, rather two thirds open. It had only been a few times that Onin had opened his eyes fully, in training, and at a few girls in his class. The blondes that were beginning to fill out were always looking at him strangely. He supposed that he was the strong silent type, easily that got his self-esteem right up. Onin rarely talked to his peers, other than maybe asking to borrow something. The only times anyone had ever really heard him talk was to the Jedi Masters or the Council. It was true that Onin kept to himself, and lived by a rule that applied to him and would not work for many others. He would prefer to do anything on his own, without any help. If he needed any sort of help it was not worth doing, so he would push himself beyond limits to do multiple things to gain a 'superiority' toward others. He knew full well he was equal to them. If anything in the world he would prefer to do everything in this world by himself. Unless of course thinking of a family, though the Jedi were forbidden to do such things. Shame, Onin thought.
Upon each of them reaching a point, in which the teacher commanded them to stop, they all ceased their work and waited. The teacher quickly handed out jewels. They were all the same. They resembled that of a diamond. She handed out the diamond like jewels to everyone, three pieces to each. Except of course for Onin, who would use two lightsabers and need six.
The Jewels fit perfectly into a slot at the bottom of the Lightsaber hilt, which was assumed that the circuitry would use the Jewels to call forth the blade. Their assumption was correct in a moment's time after trying the small button for 'on'. Activation was the common term, but Onin thought it rather funny that the Jedi had to have an 'on' button for their weapons, a slight shame, he thought.
The students all had different colors of their 'sabers. A few students next to him had received a blue and green blade, whereas some of the girls had gotten a purple glow. It was all sorts of colors that would be honorable toward Onin. On his completion of both, he stood. The others had completed their own lightsaber, so they watched intently at what his 'colors' would be.
A little sweat trickled down Onin's face. He prayed for weeks for it not to be red. Red was usually meaning those of the Dark side. And rumored that the council would destory those with red lightsabers. He discarded the thought, and replaced it with that of other things. Onin sighed, then used the force to bring the first lightsaber up, levitating in the air.
The hilt of the first was mostly black, with steel back to it. A red activation button and a few etchings of animals thought to be courageous. It reminded him of Qui-Gon Jin's lightsaber when he met him for the first time when he was young. It was a vague remembrance, but he could think of little else when he pressed the red button. The soft scraping noise was heard and the blade shot up in the room. It glowed green, and made the humming sounds that were usual. With the force Onin tested the swing, making sure that it was a little more durable. Finished with that, he turned it on, then off, then on again. Making sure it would work a few times.
Onin brought the lightsaber into his hands hooked it to his sash at his side. Now for the second, he had little to fear now, he was positive that it would be green like his first, if not blue or another good color. Again Onin raised the hilt in the air, a safe distant away from himself and others. He floated the hilt around a little. This hilt was different from the other. It had a complete silver hilt, and a diagonal orifice. Reminded Onin of Obi-Wan's first lightsaber before it fell into the deep hole where it was found beside the practitioner sith Darth Maul.
He flicked on the button, but the blade was a different color, a completely different color. The deepest red that a lightsaber could shade. Onin opened his eyes wide as he took a step back, and his fellow peers gasped. Onin lowered his eyelid to it's original height, and did the same practice to the red lightsaber as the green. Then quickly and shakily placed it at his left side, opposite of his green one.
Onin sat down, his eyes looking down toward his desk. Then all at once noticed that the girls that had been snickering and laughing before were staring at him, as though he were a monster of some kind. Onin lowered his eyebrows, like he was questioning something. He then turned his head and saw everyone staring at him. It was like the world was to collapse, and he was to blame. The teacher didn't move either, he was as shocked as the rest of them.
The teacher raised a small intercom and spoke hesitantly into it. "Uhh...Master Yoda...Y-You'd better get in here at once...we have a problem." It seemed as though the teacher had to gulp the words. Embarrassment was beyond Onin now, it was he too that was shocked. He sighed softly, then stood, hearing the scratching of the chair behind him.
Moments passed, to make all the students and himself positive that he would say something in his defense. "I am aware that you think even less of me now. You possibly think that I may have joined the Sith. The answer to that is most definitely no. It is folly to believe that a lightsabers color will define your placement in this world, it means very little, if anything. I will lead my path of becoming a Jedi, whether or not you agree that I should. Again, I remind you that the Sith are not in my interests at all, and I doubt in any of yours. I'm sure that a Jedi with a blue lightsaber can succumb to the Dark side."
"Onin, your defense well protected I see." Yoda's voice came from behind Onin, he spun around and saw him standing at the doorway looking up at him. Behind Yoda was Master Mace Windo, another highly respected Jedi Council member.
"Talk we must about this predicament we will. Onin come." Yoda said, turning and walking out of the doorway. Onin looked around and quickly ran to follow the Master Jedi. It scared him to find out what would become his fate.