Chapter 4: The Path to Naboo
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Two weeks had passed since my arrival on Naboo. I had achieved what I came for—a crystal to call my own—but constructing a lightsaber was proving to be far more complicated than many believed. It required not only the right components but also deep attunement with the Force. Without Huyang, the ancient droid who guided Jedi in lightsaber construction for generations, we had to rely on our instincts. That led us to the local markets of Theed, where Shaak Ti and I procured the necessary materials.
Now, I sat in meditation, aligning myself with the Force as I carefully constructed my weapon.
The aquamarine crystal I had found in the deep waters of Naboo rested at the center, pulsing with energy. Around it, I began assembling the pommel, a carefully forged piece consisting of Haysian gold and Hypersteel. Next came the handle, where the crystal was encased within a durable casing, with Haysian gold rings marking the top and bottom. The grip itself was a black, rubberized material for firm handling. Above that, a Hypersteel section housed the ignition mechanism, with a thin, rubberized divider separating it from the emitter at the top.
As the final piece slid into place, I whispered the name of my blade in my mind—Gleaming Hope.
Taking a deep breath, I pressed the ignition switch. A brilliant bluish-green blade erupted from the hilt, humming softly in the still air of the Naboo night. The color was rare, but it was expected due to the nature of my aquamarine crystal. The Force had guided me here for a reason, and now, my path was clearer than ever. The crystal’s properties granted me natural attunement with water, though I could only hope I wouldn’t need to use that ability anytime soon.
Shaak Ti stood nearby, watching with an approving nod.