In this one Jacob finally gets a light saber. Enjoy and review.

Chapter 7: Birth of the Weapon

Jacob was back in the temple. But this time, he wasn't stuck in a cell. He was in a dormitory room, dark but comfy. There was a large bed near the middle, surrounded by two tables on each side. Across from the bed stood a dresser. On the side of the room was a window, with heavy curtains that barely blew in the wind. Jacob was happy to be here, because it was much larger than the cell, and because it meant he stayed by will, though he doubted Vigor would let him leave anyway. The sith no longer whispered about him being the prisoner; now he was the guest.

Jacob felt much better than the day before. He missed Fantha, but that was why he was here. Vigor promised him he would he would learn such things as to stop death. Maybe even how to bring the dead back.

Jacob also believed that the ghost from the tomb was lying. One reason, how he know of another 'side' of the force if he was so badly damaged.

Today was Jacob's first day of sith training. Last night Master Vigor had explained to him what the task was, but Jacob couldn't remember.

There was a tapping on the door. This time, instead of a sith coming to retrieve Jacob for Master Vigor, it was Vigor himself.

"Jacob, I hope you had a good nights sleep," Master Vigor said in his deep, whispering voice, "Today you begin your training, and it shouldn't be easy."

"Yes, master." This was the first time Jacob had ever called him master. It felt a little strange.

"Please, dress and get ready for the day, and I will be back soon." Vigor left the room.

Jacob immediately stood, looked in his dresser to see what the sith gave him to wear. He opened the drawer. Inside was a black tunic, pants, and cape with red lining. Jacob stared at them. He put them on and looked at himself. He looked evil now, like one of the sith. Maybe he was becoming one.

He walked over to the window. It was just a hole, no glass like at home. But the curtains kept the wind out pretty easily. He looked out and stared into the distance. He was far from the ground, on the second floor, and his room was places right at the corner of the temple, so that he could overlook two sides of it. He could see the main entrance, with the statues of Vigor and the familiar man, with the large fat stairway, and he could see tombs. Even farther, he could see a small dot, which he knew was his ship. Only a few feet away he had been when Fantha was killed.

Vigor slipped back into the room, and Jacob didn't even notice. He watched Jacob looking out.

Jacob looked over to the other side of the temple that he could see. It was the side he and Fantha escaped on, with the six tombs. The tomb closest on the right was the tomb Jacob wandered into. He didn't know why he went in, he felt like someone was calling his name. Now that he thought about it, he was sure someone was calling his name. It wasn't the ghost's voice, it was a woman's. It sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't remember who.

"Your sister," Vigor said suddenly. Jacob spun around, his heart beating fast.

"Master! You scared me." Jacob suddenly realized what Vigor just said. "Wait- Master, what did you say?"

"I said your sister," he said, seeming to answer Jacob's question that he thought about.

"My sister? What do you mean?" Jacob was confused.

"The voice. The one that called out to you. You have a sister. It was her." Vigor was looking straight out the window.

Jacob remembered his sister, Olathe. It seemed like years since he last saw her. She was still back on Manaan. Jacob suddenly worried about her. Olathe was young, only 16. He hoped she was ok. She was an active girl, very athletic, and she looked up to Jacob. She wanted to be a republic soldier, like him.

Jacob couldn't imagine how she could have called his name.

"My sister….But how can she call my name? She's back on Manaan. She can't get here!" Jacob stared at Vigor, puzzled.

"She is not here, she is still on her home planet. But her voice- her thoughts, deep inside her heart, are with you. She was worried about you, and when someone worries, they may unconsciously reach out for you through the force. Now that you know how to feel the force, you can hear her." Vigor had a bitter face. He kept staring out the window, towards the tomb. "You thought you heard her voice, coming from there," he looked at Jacob, "Stay away from that tomb. That ghost is dangerous. He speaks of the other side, the stronger side, yet he still fears us. Stay away from there, or he will corrupt you." Vigor stepped closer to Jacob, "Your sister's voice led you to danger. That is why you must ignore such messages- if you hear your sister, or anyone else, pay no attention." Vigor walked towards the door and opened it. He held it open. "Now come, let us begin your training."

Jacob and Vigor arrived at the cave on a wooden carriage. It had for wheels under the carriage, where Jacob and Master Vigor sat. About two dozen sith pulled it at first, but only about 14 were pulling by the end, since Vigor had to 'punish' the sith who got tired and needed a break. The cave was pretty far away, and it took a few hours to arrive. The cave, like many other things on this planet, was black and the inside was very dark. It was out in the middle of nowhere, and Jacob couldn't imagine how the sith could find their way to it.

Vigor stepped out of the carriage, and approached the cave. Jacob lagged behind him. Vigor stood at the mouth for a moment, then looked at Jacob.

"Alright, my new apprentice. You must enter this cave with nothing, but this sword." Vigor handed Jacob a sword, plain, and entirely made of stone. It was weak, but it was part of his training. "You will have to find your way, deep into the temple, and find a room filled with crystals. When you are in the presence of the crystals, you with feel the force. These crystals are filled with and fuel the force, and if you have one, you will be more powerful." Vigor stepped back and watched Jacob. Jacob stared into the cave, and didn't enter. Vigor cleared his throat, Jacob stared. "That is all, young apprentice, enter."

Jacob set his foot inside the cave, then walked deeper in. It was very dark, but light enough so that he could see. He walked through, ready to quickly wield his stone sword, and soon he was deeper inside.

The cave was large and open on the inside, with some narrower passageways. The stone was brownish black, and there was no noise at all. Jacob became aware of the silence immediately, and was afraid.

Jacob finally entered a sort of 'room'. It was round, and on the opposite side were three paths that led further into the cave. Jacob stood, trying to decide which room to choose. Jacob heard a sudden noise that sounded like bats. Three bats emerged from each path. They approached Jacob and he made quick work with them with his weak, stone sword. A couple more entered the room. Jacob swung his sword as more entered. He became annoyed. He fought off all of the bats in the room until he was finished.

He let out a small laugh. Another distant noise was heard. Jacob stared into each pathway. The noise of bats grew louder, and this time it sounded like about fifty.

Soon, bats were pouring out of each path. They were numerous, and Jacob was worried. He swung his weak stone sword as hard as he could, trying to hit many bats at once. They filled the room and flew around his head. Jacob couldn't see well, and the bats looked like blurs.

Jacob slashed at a bat, sending it down to the floor. He swatted at some more bats, but it became hopeless. They were very fast, and Jacob couldn't hit them.

The bats started skimming his head, and biting at him. Jacob dropped his sword and covered his head. He cringed in the corner, feeling helpless against this army.

He knew he must do something, and pass this test. He reached out for the force. He could hear it well here. He grabbed it, and reached out around him with it. He could feel the bats, and every movement in the room. He grasped each bat, and felt power inside himself. He stood up and reached his hand out. Lightning shot out from his fingers, and the bats fell to the floor. His lightning hit each bat at once. They fell to the floor, and Jacob felt anger.

They were finally all dead. Jacob stood tall, and smiled at their corpses. He enjoyed their pain.

He finally continued progressing through the cave. He chose the middle path. It was short, and led to a large room. It was open, and curved up ahead. Jacob couldn't see past the curve. He approached it carefully, with his sword ready in his hands.

As he neared the curve, he heard breathing. It wasn't human, it was a creature's. Jacob stepped around, ready.

The creature was fairly large, and had sharp teeth and claws. It had two feet and two arms, and it's drool dripped onto the floor. Jacob recognized it from pictures he's seen at home. It was supposedly a very powerful creature, called a tarentatek.

Jacob held his sword in a defensive position, and called upon the force to give him strength. Jacob waited for the tarentatek to strike first, which didn't take long. It ran and shook the whole cave, and tried to jump on Jacob. Jacob side stepped and evaded the attack, and swung his sword hard. The sword hit the tarentatek with much strength behind it, but shattered against the strong hide. Jacob ran to the other side of the room.

Jacob had no weapon. He looked around for the best thing he could use. All he could find were rocks. He picked one up and chucked it at the monster, hitting it between the eyes. It didn't seem to hurt it, but Jacob couldn't think of anything better. He threw rock after rock, knowing it was hopeless.

One rock hit the tarentatek in the eye. Blood dripped down, and the monster cried in pain. Jacob threw another rock at the other eye, and the creature seemed to be blinded.

Jacob froze, hoping the tarentatek wouldn't be able to find him. The tarentatek stopped as well, looking dumbly around. It roared and ran, rampaging all through the room. Jacob ran as far as he could to avoid being trampled, and stood in the corner. He reached for the force, and grasped the monsters neck.. It lifted from the ground, and began choking. Jacob held him in this position, squeezing the life out of the tarentatek, until he was sure it was dead.

Jacob let go, and the creature plunged to the floor heavily. Jacob took a deep breath. The other side of the room was a dead end, so Jacob had to turn and go through another path. Jacob went through the left most path. This narrow passage was longer than the other. As Jacob went deeper inside, he could feel the force growing stronger. Jacob finally emerged in a round room. The room was filled with gleaming crystal, glittering all over the floor. Jacob ran over to them. He stared at them, trying to decide which one to take. He was only supposed to take one, but instead he grabbed a handful and stuffed them inside his pockets.

When he was done in the crystal room, he headed back through the way he came. When he passed through the room with the three paths, he stopped. He heard something.

"Jacob! Jacob where are you?" The voice was Olathe's.

"Olathe?"

"Jacob! Please be ok!"

"Olathe, I'm here!" He set one foot inside the passageway, then stopped. He remembered what Vigor had said. He must ignore his sister's voice. It would only lead to danger.

Jacob turned away and hesitated before he walked through the passage and out of the cave. Vigor was standing there, waiting. He was smiling.

"Ah, Jacob. You returned with not one crystal, but many. You are attracted by power. This is good. Keep your prize, it will give you power," Vigor said, grinning, as he turned and walked towards the carriage. "Come, we must leave."

Jacob looked back into the mouth of the cave. Was he right to turn away from his sister's voice? Maybe she was in trouble. Or maybe he made the right decision.

Jacob sat in his room that night, looking at his crystals. There were different colors: red, blue, green, purple, and yellow. Jacob picked up a red one. He liked this one more than the others.

All of Jacob's equipment were brought inside from his ship. He had spare parts and wires, enough to make something. Jacob wanted a weapon. He took some parts out of his bag. Maybe a sword. And he would put his crystal inside, and maybe it would give the sword some power from the force.

Jacob started molding the metal. He made a cylinder, and took some parts to make a good place to hold the crystal. He placed a lens that was usually used for dangerous things to control them, like blaster fire and power generators, inside. He place the lens on to protect the crystal from falling out. He fiddled around with the metal. He turned the sword handle upside down, and suddenly a blade- like a laser- came out from the lens. It cut right through his desk, and Jacob dropped it in fear. He picked it up and looked at it. The blade seemed to be coming from the crystal. Jacob touched it to his desk again. The wood was cut away quickly from the heat. Jacob stood up and swung it around. He laughed. This could make a powerful weapon.

That night Jacob spent making adjustments to his new weapon. He made it easier to control the blade, and made it so that it could be switch on and off. By the morning, this light saber, as he called it, was a very unique and useful weapon.