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[ajourneybegins]

[Lune watches wordlessly, committing every little detail to memory. Once it's all taken apart, he examines everything silently at least a couple of times, noting what things are and how it all fits together. Once he's confident he'll remember, he looks back up at Qui-Gon.] Do you think they'll have all the pieces here I'd need to make one...? [Or at least materials he can make them out of himself.]

[sithkabobed]

I doubt that there will be lightsaber components here, although I'm sure we can find substitutes.

[After all, each lightsaber was as unique as the Jedi who carried it. It's impossible for all of them to have been built using the same exact materials.]

Once you complete some basic training, we'll look around.

[ajourneybegins]

[He nods again at that, not deterred by the challenge there might be at finding what he would need to put one together.] Thank you for helping me with this, Master Qui-Gon. [He uses the title respectfully to help show his gratitude.]

[sithkabobed]

You're welcome, Lune.

[Qui-Gon sits back in his chair and gazes down at his deconstructed saber, stroking his chin in thought.]

[This was another way to ensure the continuation of the Jedi, but he was still reluctant in taking these steps. It isn't like they have enemies here in Verens or that the acquisition of a lightsaber would paint a target on Lune's back. So why?]

[Maybe he doesn't want another repeat of Anakin, where his reckless eagerness may have sown the seeds of galactic destruction. His uncertainty is overriding his instinct, and that isn't exactly the most comfortable place to reside.]

[Qui-Gon sighs.]

...I'll put this back together. In the meantime, prepare for some drills.