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It had taken her ages to get the parts, to carve the hilt, to finish the crystals. Now was good. Now, found her in a little studio that she'd cleaned and set up as an assembly area because she was more than ready to put the pieces together. Well, once Obi-Wan showed. There was no way she was going to do this without actual instruction. That? Would be stupid. And Arha is not quite that stupid. Perhaps in other neglected areas, she might find herself occasionally acting the fool, but really, when it came down to something of this caliber, she was not going to risk blowing her face off.

It was delicate work to begin with.

Everything was all laid out on the blanket she'd purloined from the quarters she shared with Obi-Wan, and each part was finely tooled, clean, and ready for installation. Arha Masaari was excited and that excitement gathered around her and rippled out through the Force with the glee of a two year old in possession of a favorite toy. Or chocolate. Or something that induced shrieking glee and bubbly laughed, and possibly the clapping of hands.

She had a lightsaber to construct and it was hers and she'd worked hard to make it as close to Obi-Wan's in the inside as she could. So. There. Arha finished laying the last piece down, and grinned fit to light up the room.

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Obi-Wan heard her mental voice like a plucked string vibrating through the force; a high, bright, pure note that rippled through him. It was beautiful, but exasperating all the same, so he closed his eyes and smiled, then stood and went to find her. That woman...

Well, he'd found her, then, with all her components laid out, admiring them like a jackdaw with something shiny, and he had to grin as he admonished her, "My dear, you're leaking emotions into the Force like a beacon. Everyone can hear you."

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"Let them hear," she replied, biting her lip to cover a laugh that came out in the Force anyway. "I have parts. All my parts!" As far as sheer glee went, Arha's was pretty far up there on the scale. She'd scrounged and scavenged and harvested and honed and shaped.

She held up a hand.

"I know, just because I have the parts doesn't mean much at all, but! It means I am close, yes? I still need to put everything together and..." She let go of the part she'd been absently petting to wave a bit. "It is a good thing and I am pleased."

And loud.

"You're going to have to stop using excuses soon," He reminded her— not for the first time. Like the killjoy he was, deliberately ignored the triumph of machinery, "I'm quite serious, I can't let you run into combat broadcasting every emotion like a beacon."

Oh.

Well.

Arha froze for a moment, then promptly snapped down on her emotions, leaving absolutely nothing in their wake, save silence. He had a point. There was a time and place for such a thing. She folded her hands in her lap and simply blinked at him.

"If I am going to attempt this, then," she said, her voice wiped clean of anything save politeness and a hint of curiosity, "I shall need instruction."

Sigh.

This was the reason why Jedi were supposed to practice detachment, to avoid this kind of ridiculous snafu. Maybe he should take a few lessons from Luke.

Nevermind it, for now, Obi-Wan dropped gracefully into a cross-legged stance on the floor beside her. Palms up, he suspended his own Lightsaber between them, face as serene as a Yogi and instructed, "Close your eyes and watch as I do. It is very subtle, there, along the seam."

Slowly, agonizingly, hand-shakingly slowly Obi-Wan tugged the shaft of his weapon apart. It was like a zipper, force-welded with neither heat nor light, aligning and fusing the metal at a molecular level with nothing but the mind, alone.

Arha watched him, her eyes closed, every point of her awareness focused on watching and memorizing the feel of each motion, each separation at the minute levels. Emotion had no part in this and it was that (the bright eyed part of her that was agape and bouncing) she sealed away, focusing the weight of her intellect and keen observation on Obi-Wan.

The Mothers-within were there, too, the collective mass of them intent, lending their focus, too.

Ah. She saw it. This seam. Too, her own would have this thing, once she began the process. For now, she paid the utmost attention. Arha was determined that she would succeed in this thing. She could hope for no better mentor in the subject, after all.

Silence stretched taught between them, but it was as music in the force, each severed molecule of metal and innards a note plucked in the material, vibrating with agonizing slowness and softness in the focus. Obi-Wan's mind brushed her own, and into it he whispered with calm assurance, "Now. The insulator, and the rings."

For too, the parts must be merged and fitted before finding their home in the housing, some of them. The insulating material, traditionally a muted pink, was in this case green, though he'd overseen testing that had borne it through all the necessary thresholds. It would function well at containing the excesses of the power-vortex rings.

Yes.

Despite her emotions being shucked to the wayside in the wake of her focus, there was a joy to this work. The exacting nature, the patience, the intricate complexities that only a Jed-Eye could properly see--these were her favorite things about this project. She mentally leaned into Obi-Wan, letting the calmness flow through her as much as she could. There were several brief moments of frustration that she quashed with grit teeth, but in all honesty, she loved the process as much as she loved anything. Arha could see how it all fit together, each molecule, and had to force herself to not get caught up in the swell of success when something was finished. There were more parts to the whole, after all, and simply because one part was finished did not mean it would work at all.

She worked, eye still closed, on fusing the necessary pieces, then bit her bottom lip in a moment of rest after she was finished. It was difficult work, but worth it.

Obi-Wan watched without watching, sensing through the force as the completed mating of rings and insulation slid home into the base of the Lightsaber with it's power-cell held rigid and immovable by the hardening material.

He hesitated, then gave a silent assent. Now.

Now was the time, the power-charge had to be aligned perfectly with the primary focusing crystal. The beam had to be perfect. Anything less and the weapon wouldn't function, would fail under heavy use, or worse, it could explode when activated. He'd seen Jedi as young as ten with prosthetic arms from such accidents, and would not enjoy allowing Arha to be among them. Obi-Wan tamped his worry into a thin, hard sheet of discipline and waited, watching only as a good teacher must, to see if she would make her own mistakes and learn from them.

She could do it.

She could.

Arha nudged everything into place, her teeth set, the crystal aligned, and her brow furrowed with concentration. Everything felt fine. She just had to let go, then, but she would not activate it until he said so. As she aligned the crystal, there was a split second where something wasn't lining up correctly--something she'd missed between the primary and the power-charge. It was less than perfect.

And she let go too soon.

Arha stifled a frustrated sound.

Easy, That soothing tone that Anakin found so frustrating, Try again. Take your time.

Obi-Wan was as serene as a statue, in voice and face, in mind and aura. His presence in the force was a still, deep pool, that held no ripples. He waited.

Remember; patience, use the Force.

Arha found his tone steadying. It took the edge off her frustration and helped her to not force the lightsaber, which might break valuable components. She stilled herself further, adjusted the gap, failed again, and frowned deeply. Arha pulled back from it for a moment, let herself sit in the silence for awhile, and then eased her focus back in once more.

There was one molecule blocking the path.

It was that she needed to find. Patience was something that was going to test her as she hunted, drawing on the Force, and letting Obi-Wan's calming influence surround her. The parts were too rare to waste in mistakes and she refused to let go of the matter until the error was corrected and nothing was blocking the flow. Her lips thinned as she finally, finally cleared the path, though it was only after she was sure she would have to split herself in two to do it.

Obi-Wan let the breath ease out again as the crystal finally merged with it's casing, in perfect alignment. But it was not enough, there was still the focusing crystals to align, and their activator ring, which must move as well as maintain alignment, and so still he waited. Not for nothing was this one of the most important rites of passage a young Jedi could go through.

That presence with drew ever so slightly. She must do this on her own strength; there would not always be Obi-Wan to hold her hand and steady it.

She did not cling to him, but kept steadily working away at each part, failing, trying again, failing, and trying again, over and over until it was perfect. Like all of her training, she refused to give up. It was difficult, but she was determined, and her own core refused to let her budge an inch.

Had her eyes been open, they would have been bleary from effort, but it was a mental weariness, now. She drew on the Force, using its stillness to keep herself pinpointed on each section, heedless of the space around her. Each failure resulted in a wave of determined renewal, which was, in essence, Arha. Arha who would never give in, would never walk away from something she knew was worth it, who would stay with a task for as long as it took to finish it.

And she would do it on her own two feet.

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