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[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

The Sensoriums were meant as a place to get away. To hide from the world and find somewhere else to be. But Obi-Wan didn't need elsewhere so much as anywhere.

Somewhere quiet.

Somewhere still.

So, the inside of the Sensorium is a simple cave system, a curving, undulating, twisting tunnel that continues for an implausibly long time, lined with luminescent crystals. And at the end of that tunnel an enormous, glittering crystal-rimmed chamber and Obi-Wan Kenobi on a dais, in deep meditation. It wasn't the Jedi crystal caves, because that nostalgic pain would have distracted him. It was...an approximation. Not the same, but similar enough to be restful.

With great care, Obi-Wan raised both hands, and the lightsaber before him rose with it, as smooth and perfect as if on rails. Slow click and twist, it came apart to it's component pieces, all save the crystal itself, and hung there. Realigning that key portion would take a lot of work, and Obi-Wan did not wish to be caught unarmed if he needed it before the end of this long, crucial lesson in patience.

Sensing another presence, he opened his eyes. Ben did not smile, but neither did he frown. Without moving, it was as if he beckoned.

"This," He murmured, for somehow this place demanded reverent quiet by it's very presence, "Is a Lightsaber's construction."

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[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Arha said nothing for a long while, peering at the innards, studying the lines and the way it all fit together, figuring, calculating, but mostly, there was a bright burst of sheer glee as she inspected it--without touching any of the parts.

She did not let just anyone handle her weapon, after all.

"Shall I build my own some day?" she finally asked, her voice as hushed as his own.

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

"Some day very soon," He replied smoothly, "To properly construct a working lightsaber takes weeks of careful effort. The materials must be aligned perfectly, and fused with the Force, without use of tools or welding."

The power coupling, with it's glittering glass-blue focusing crystals turned gently in their sight, highlighting various facets against the light.

"The crystal is the heart of the blade," He explained, as still as a statue and twice as serene, "The handle can be made of anything with enough internal volume to hold the component parts and withstand the heat of the blade itself, the power source can be one of several very common types, cheaply made and easy to find, but the crystal...Its quality is absolutely vital to the resulting power and quality of the weapon."

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"Hm. Such is a test of Force aptitude," Arha said thoughtfully. "This makes sense." She was silent again, blinking at the parts for a long while. "I could making the handle from wormtooth, perhaps. I do not know if the mineral from the tooth itself could shaped into such a crystal. It would be all worm if such a thing was possible. I do not know what sort of blade it would make."

She watched the power coupling rotate and the way the crystals shone.

"I can experiment, though. Such a thing could not hurt."

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

"Only a Force-user can make such a weapon," Obi-Wan nodded, the slightest tilt of his chin, "Anyone can construct a Lightsaber, but only through the use of the force can the alignment of the crystal be made perfect enough that the blade will have power and duration enough to be useful."

The idea of using the worm's tooth made his eyebrows rise and draw together, thoughtfully. A weapon that was as much Bene Gesserit Crysknife as it was Jedi Lightsaber. It made him smile a little, such a perfect contradiction, his Arha.

"Not at all," Obi-Wan murmured softly, "It's wise to construct a training lightsaber before you complete your Knight's weapon. It will be useful in training until your skills are enough to create a blade that should last your entire life."

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"This is a good idea," she said in a grave tone, "and something that I shall greatly enjoy. I wish to examine the crystals, I think. I shall have to cut the tooth precisely if we are to see if Shai-Hulud can provide crystal as well as casing. It may be that if we are ever allowed off this ship, I shall have to find crystals then. In the meantime, I have much in the way of worm and much in the way of time."

She studied Obi-Wan for awhile and then nodded.

"It took me six months each to carve my crysknives, but all I had available was tooth itself to cut it with," she said softly, her fingers straying to the leather wrapped hilt of her remaining knife. "I am to be making new weapons, now. Both Jed-Eye and Fremen. Your weapon is your life, mm?"

She shook her head lightly and drew her crysknife, laying it flat against her palm. It shone milk-white, whiter than her skin had become in these months without true sun. The knife rose only a little clumsily as she surrounded it with the Force and lifted it to the height of the lightsaber.

"This was...and is...my life," she murmured. "Everything I am is here in this blade. The worm that gave me this tooth made me as surely as the Force has done. I wish you to have this, my Jed-Eye." Her eyes were steady, intense as they studied him. "It cannot leave your side for long or it shall be no more."

Her voice was filled with the meaning of it (and more, for words and tone were most important)--truly a Fremen's blade was as good as their soul, an intricate part of who they were. There was not a better time to do this, for in giving him her crysknife in this manner, she was committed to this path of newness, of the Force, of the future she would have never received had she not been plucked from her Universe.

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

Obi-Wan just stared at the proffered weapon. This wasn't something you gave to merely a friend. This was...commitment. She'd done such a thing for Luke, and the bond between them was clear to anyone. Even if he'd not known about that—

There was no mistaking the importance of this gift.

His control wavered, and the Lightsaber's components dipped, so with half his mind, he slotted the pieces together into they were as seamless a whole as could be asked. Obi-Wan reached out with a hand that should have trembled and touched the hilt of the weapon. Barbaric, such a thing, meant to cut and sever, spill insides out to the world. It was unlike a Lightsaber in that regard: a plasma beam cauterized with brutal completeness wherever it cut. Still, it was not uncivilized, the weight in his hand.

"You weapon is your life," he repeated, bemused and solemnly pleased. Hadn't he always said so? Obi-Wan looked down at it, then examining the minute edge, the crystalline, bloodthirsty beauty of it.

"I admit, I have no idea how to weild such a thing. You must teach me."

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"I shall teach you how to dance like a Fremen," Arha said with a soft tug of a grin. "The first thing, the most important thing, is that without prolonged contact with a living body--such as my own and now yours--the knife will dissolve. The second is that it may not be drawn save for in battle, nor may it be sheathed unless it has tasted blood. In this way, we of the desert are certain that such a weapon is only used for one thing; in the defense of oneself or in defense of those in need of protection."

Her voice was a hum, soft and clear so that every word found his ear without sacrificing the hushed quality this space demanded. The light fairly glittered off the intricate carvings that she'd done with a sliver of wormtooth that she had fashioned into a cutting tool, and she brushed her fingers over it. She had so very much of her life embedded in the knife--there were echoes of it, of wandering, of the sand, of the worm itself and the way she had nearly died to free it. The tooth itself carried those memories--as a Jed-Eye, they might find their way to him some day.

"It is the sharpest thing in my universe, and about the strongest and most heat resistant. Shai-Hulud, has given us this," Arha said, sliding her fingers over the blade. She felt the fine edge slice into her finger at the barest brush and held it up, the clotting was almost immediate and the slice was a thin, red line a moment later. "I should think training you in its use shall be a thing I shall be most honored to do, that, and it pleases me. You, perhaps of all people, know when to draw your weapon and when to keep it sheathed. Sometimes, though, one must use a weapon to kill, and sometimes there must be water rings to bear."

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Luke had felt a flare in the Force, and in following it had been led to the Sensoriums. When he went through the door, his eyes widened; he hadn't seen anything like this, a cave full of beautiful crystals. Lightsaber crystals--or perhaps they would be. The crystal caves had been destroyed long ago, for Luke but perhaps for Obi-Wan, apprentices still went there to construct their lightsabers and perform that most crucial task--adding the focusing crystal.

He wandered for a long time along the tunnel, until he found Obi-Wan in the middle, the components of his lightsaber hovering midair in front of him. Fascinated, Luke sat quietly, crosslegged, across from his once-mentor.

He did not say anything. There was little that needed to be said.

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

"...but you've already learned this lesson," Obi-Wan continued, seeing that it was Luke on the floor before him and not who he'd expected, "Haven't you, Luke?"

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

"Yes," he said, and unclipped his lightsaber, setting it on the stone floor in front of him. "I learned it from you."

In a manner of speaking; he'd studied a journal Obi-Wan had spent years compiling for him, for when the Master was gone and Luke was all that remained of the once-mighty Jedi Order. But he had spent weeks in that little hermitage on Tatooine, building this saber, and it had served him well ever since.

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

He had to smile at the thought; it warmed his heart. The components drifted smoothly together above his future former-student's head, smoothly merging until not a seam could be found on the body of the weapon. Once the Force-Welding had taken him days, but this Lightsaber was well-worn and it's edges used to being molded under Obi-Wan's will. It was attuned to him.

"Your father," he began, unfolding a leg to sit more comfortably, "Has had no less than seven. He keeps destroying, or losing them— I have no idea how. I've had this Lightsaber since I became a Jedi Knight. What about you?"

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Luke thought a moment. "Three--four, if you count the shoto I made," he said at last. "The first was my father's; Mara now wields it. Another, one I used during a--" he took a shuddering breath; he could still feel the cold fingers of darkness gripping him. "--a dark time in my life. The third is this one."

He raised his hand, and the lightsaber in front of him flew into the air. As Obi-Wan had done before, Luke made his weapon fly into its component parts, the green crystal glittering in the light, the whole thing gleaming with care.

"This is the one I've carried for forty years now, through many trials, and not once has it failed me."

argh, this is so short.

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

"You've taken good care of it," Obi-Wan smiled approvingly as his eyes slid across the well-tended mechanism, "I've always said that your weapon is your life. I'm glad to see that you've done so well with at least one of those."

[friend-of-samus.livejournal.com]

"Piiikachu," the small mouse said, awe obvious in his voice. He didn't touch the pieces; something in the Pokémon told him that was impolite. He still stared at it, wondering at it. The weapon's shape was remarkably like his Beam Saber. He brought up the weapon, not activating the blade but instead offering it to Obi-Wan. After all, the Jedi had shown Pikachu his weapon, and Pikachu only felt it fair to return the favor.

"Pika pika!" he said, still offering the hilt to the Jedi.

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

"Well, hello there," Obi-Wan smiled down at the little creature, reassembling the weapon with a snap. It dropped into his hand and he set it aside in favor of the proffered Beam Saber.

"Well, well, what have we here?" He turned the weapon over, examining it and, curious, ignited the blade. Blue. Obi-Wan's eyebrows took a guided tour of his hairline as he disengaged the weapon to look over at pikachu, "Where did you get this?"

[friend-of-samus.livejournal.com]

Where did he get it? It was his. Even so, Pikachu struggled to answer, taking back the Beam Saber and igniting it himself. As a Smasher and a Pokémon, Pikachu enjoyed fighting, and the strength of his fighting spirit was such that when he ignited the blade it was easily three times larger than when Obi-Wan had ignited it. "Pfika!" he replied, swinging the weapon easily and gracefully with his mouth, tossing it into the air and catching it. Finally, he shut it off and set it down, tugging on Obi-Wan's plantsuit sleeve with one paw. The other was used to gesture at the caverns surrounding him.

His speech might not have been translated, but it was fairly obvious that he was asking permission to change the setting.

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

"What? Oh, oh no, I see. Yes, by all means, please," Obi-Wan agreed haltingly as he saw the gesture. So, this was an intelligent thing, and not simply some kind of of— Well, what had he expected? It was no larger than Master Yoda, and had that ever stopped a creature from being wise? Remarkable being, all the same, and the Jedi leaned forward with interest, folding his arms.

[friend-of-samus.livejournal.com]

Nodding, Pikachu glanced up at the cavern ceiling, willing the change. Gone were the stalactites and rocky ceilings, replaced by blue sky, white clouds, and the occasional overhanging tree branch. The ground shifted and changed, until the Pokémon and Jedi Master were instead on grass, standing and sitting beside a gently flowing creek. Pikachu nodded again, smiling up at Obi-Wan. Finally, other Pokémon began to appear, Onix and Sandshrew and Goldeens swimming in the water.

The smile quickly faded, however, as the blue sky darkened, and red clouds closed in, blocking out the sun. Pikachu looked up to the sky, glaring at a colossal aorahip that came at the head of the strange storm. Even as the Jedi and his new friend stood there, black and violet particles began falling from the sky, pooling on the ground, gathering and forming into strange ... things. Some were armed only with fists; others had Beam Sabers, energy rifles of some kind, and some even spat out flame.

While most of the Pokémon fled the attack, one simulated mouse in particular didn't fall back. Pikachu hurtled forward, crashing into the Primids and attacking for all he was worth. Each defeated Primid exploded into the same particles that had formed it, and occasionally left behind its weapon. The electric mouse wasted no time in arming itself with a Beam Saber, fighting until it stood face to face with the leader of the attack.

Pikachu looked up at Obi-Wan, even as his Sensorium dupliacte squared off against what appeared to be a large, hairless violet cat (http://i342.photobucket.com/albums/o428/Hypercons/Mewtwo_Trophy_Render.png). Smirking, the cat lashed out with one paw, destroying a sword wielding Primid, and claiming its weapon for its own. The two Pokémon leaped right into the fray, Pikachu slashing powerfully, clutching the Beam Saber hilt in his jaws, and Mewtwo parrying, swinging its own blade telekinetically.

As powerful as Mewtwo was, however, Pikachu was still an excellent fighter, leaping off trees and using his intense speed to dodge around and quickly attack the free floating Psychic type. Eventually victory came to Pikachu, and Mewtwo's trophy was sent flying out of the woods and into the distance.

Pikachu's was a hollow victory, however, and he soon found himself surrounded by dozens of ROB-type robots. Barely able to stand at this point, he didn't even have time to react before he was caught up in a net and flung into a small glass chamber. As they carried him off to the ship, he watched two ROBs plug their arms into a strange steel capsule, pulling it open. The last thing he saw before the ship left was the device exploding, and a black ball of Subspace consuming his forest.

Pikachu's ears drooped low on his head, and he found it difficult to look back up at Obi-Wan. "Pika pi," he said sadly, wiping his nose with his forepaw. Somehow he had thought seeing the memory would be easier to deal with.

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

"There, there," Obi-Wan gently touched the little creature's shoulder, patting it comfortingly. He'd watched the story in silent disquiet, but it was not the sort of scene he was unused to.

That didn't make it easier to bear.

"I know," the Jedi whispered, "It's difficult to think of such things. But don't lose hope, there's still a chance we can restore all that we've lost."

[demonicgene.livejournal.com]

"And just what is a lightsaber?" asked Kazuya, who had been watching for a good amount of time. He leaned against a wall, arms crossed, with a curious look on his face.

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

"This is the formal weapon of a Jedi Knight," Obi-Wan replied as the peices reassembled themselves above his hands as if of their own accord, "An elegant weapon, not as clumsy or random as a blaster."

Taking the completed weapon from the air, Obi-Wan ignited it to demonstrate. The blade hissed sharply as it fell into the trademark hum, low and alive, "It's a symbol, as well. To use a lightsaber, and to use it well is a mark of someone a cut above the ordinary."

[demonicgene.livejournal.com]

Kazuya looked mildly impressed by the weapon's display, but remained visually stoic for the most part. "It bears a resemblance to that Manji's blade... though his was decidedly more... tangible."

He'd come a long way towards accepting what Stacy had given him as far as an explanation towards being here, but he was still skeptical. Regardless, he recognized the power this man radiated and wielded was not of his own world.

"...So... what's your story?"

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

"I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi," He replied simply, "And I thought I'd do a little maintenance on my weapon, after the last battle."

He smiled and gave Kazuya a nod, a sketchy form of the more formal bow, recognizing the other's own prowess, "After all, 'your weapon is your life,' as I've always said."

[demonicgene.livejournal.com]

"I prefer to rely on my fists rather than a weapon that is capable of malfunctions. But, that is simply personal preference. Regardless... what exactly is a Jedi?"

Kazuya had never heard the term, and he couldn't help but be hopeful that this man was in some way similar to himself. Any insight into the Devil Gene he carried would be helpful in ending the Mishima's cursed blood.

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

"A Jedi is someone who uses the force according to the teachings of the Jedi Order," Obi-Wan explained mildly, then held up his hand. He knew that would mean nothing with out an explanation, "The Force is the energy of the world. Those sensitive to it can manipulate it. Sense it. It lives through us and in us, and in everything."