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.