Making a Lightsaber

[Master Bondora]

:: The Sith fighters touches down on the volcanic surface of the planet of Korriban. The Sith master Abnar exit his ship whit his Dark Apprentice ::

Remember my young apprentice... Without the Force, one is weak and easily crushed. If there are less of those who are Force attuned, then those few are virtually superior...The strong lived and the weak dies this his the ways of the sith...Since they are only a few whit are virtually superior...

:: He leads his apprentice into a dark tomb. In the middle of the tomb and altar lies on the ground surronded by a few pillar::

Here you shall make your lightsaber and begin your journey has a Sith...

[Nymphalis]

"I thank you, my master."
*The Zabrak walks over to the Sith sarcophogaus and sits on top of it. He does a systematic search of the room, then lowers his hood. He has a naturally yellow skin color, though that is amplified by the swirling sulfur tattoo's covering his face. Intricate blue designs cover his cheeks, and a long mane of purple hair falls lapping over the sides of his head. His horns are carved with some form of squat runes, while his eyes are completely colorless, but the Dark Side has not yet taken his face, and probably never will, for his amazing blend of colors will forever remain unique. In his deep thought, he remembers something*
"Master, could you find a suitable place for a furnace?"

[Master Bondora]

Do not sit on the sarcophage..You will disturb ancients Sith Lords of old...

:: He then points a the altar were three red crystal stand on it. ::

These are three crystal of power...One of them will decide the color and the other will enchante its power...

:: The Sith master then gives a lightsaber hilt to his apprentice ::

Construct your lightsaber...Insert the crystal in it as the ways of the sith...

[Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar]

ooc: ancient Sith Lord of old?

[Nymphalis]

OOC= Oooh, wow. It might be fun to be possessed.

[Nymphalis]

*He walked up to the altar and selects a finely-shaped purple crystal. He wasn't exactly steriotypical - he didn't want a blood red saber, as most of his peers did. He took another crystal, from his lessons, a Sigil crystal, and placed the hilt and the two shimmering objects on what would suffice for a workbench. And so it had begun. He started to insert the crystals into the hilt, but then thought better of it and took a fusioncutter to the single-blade. No, he needed something ferocious, more aggressive. He would use Kun's design. The staff saber*

[Nymphalis]

*He took out a second hilt, one from a store in the rear of the Tomb. And so he spent several long hours welding and fixing and perfecting this form of art; his own weapon. He inserted the small precious rocks into his newly-made hilt, and fit them to nessecary standards. He made the hilt reflect himself; cold, efficent, brutal, and yet practical, even smooth, in a way. In a word, his saber was adaptive. It knew how to change, as did he. He could be brutal, stealthy, persuasive, and emotionless. He had his failures, but his ability to use whatever method was best made up for that. He was a man of many faces. And so he held up the elongated hilt for the first time, and pressed the subtle silver activation button. A beautiful deep indigo blade shot out of both sides, weaving it's way through the air with a smooth crack. And he turned to face the man that commanded him*
"I am ready, master."

[Master Bondora]

ooc: Shut it Dexon

:: Abnar glares at his apprentice from afar and suprise by the time taking to make his lightsaber ::

Are you done young one?

[Jedi Master Arlon Kyjar]

ooc: If they are ancient, that pretty much means they are of old. but fine, I will leave you in your pity.

[Nymphalis]

"Ready, master. You may call me obsessive, but I prefer perfectionist. "

[Master Bondora]

Very well my apprentice...Now lets test your lightsaber skill..Follow me...

:: The Sith master walks outside the tomb whit his apprentice by his side. They then walk in the volcanic surface of the valley of the Dark Lords. Abnar takes a few step away from his apprentice and ignites his red lightsaber ::

Fight me...

[Nymphalis]

*The Sith activates his saber without a second thought. The purple blade shoots out with a crisp snap-hiss. He charges his master directly with an overhead chop, tucking the back end of hid blade beneath his arm*

[Master Bondora]

:: Abnar steps back a few step and blocks the hit whit his red lightsaber. Abnar twist right and kicks Nymphalis in the guts to make him angry ::

Remember...Your anger and hatred will fuel you! Release it young one!

:: He then strike upward whit his lightsaber hammering down his energy blade on him ::

[Nymphalis]

*He rolls to the right as the red blade cleaves a piece of volcanic rock in two. He brings one blade in a cross-swipe aiming for his master's head*

"Anger and hatred are powerful tools...... but when unchecked and unregulated they will make us careless, and that has the same effect as complacency. No, I will not fall to your bait. "

[Master Bondora]

Now you are learning!

:: Abnar docks down and punches his apprentice in his stomack ::