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Lance nodded as Valen spoke. As soon as he was done speaking, Lance opened the door and entered the warehouse sized room. Crystals glowed everywhere, showering him with light. Having been connected to the force, his sense churned and reeled with all the energy that filled the room. Lance shook his head, clearing it and walked to the center of the room. Laying the different parts of the lightsaber he was to construct, Lance knelt down on both knees and and began meditating.
The trance he entered was much like the first one. He saw the swirls and ripples of the force that the room contained. Each crystal shown brightly and some pulsed. After several minutes, the force lifted Lance to his feet and carried him almost borderline possessing him around the room. He touched every crystal as he journeyed through the room. As soon as he would touch the crystals, they would dim in brightness and the force. It was until he came to a patch of crystals in the very back of the room, almost hidden from sight, that he found his match.
As soon as he touched the crystal, the crystal glowed even brighter and being pulsing with the force. The crystal dislodged itself, having the force wrap around it and suddenly Lance was sucked back to his kneeling position in the center of the room. In fact, he had never left that spot. He had just walked the room through the force as if he had created a ghost of himself. Lance opened his bright blue eyes and found the crystal floating in front of him. He smiled at it's color and density. Closing his eyes again, he began another trance this one constructing the lightsaber right in front of him.
The force did all the work, Lance just let it do it's thing. When the lightsaber was finished it stayed a float in front of Lance. He opened his eyes, exiting the trance and grasped the gray hilt. As soon as Lance touched it, the hilt began to burn a bright red color. It scorched the inside of Lance's hand but he couldn't let go. A moment later, the hilt immediately cooled down and the bright red disappeared. The hilt was now matte black and had a white demon with wings designed on it.
Lance stood up, igniting the lightsaber. A dark blue blade hissed out of the lens and hummed it's first breaths of life. Black strings of energy could be seen flowing in spirals around the blade if one looked close enough and for a good amount of time. Lance de-ignited the lightsaber and clipped it next to the training saber on his belt loop. Exiting the room he caught sight of Valen and smiled. "You sure the Force isn't some sort of drug? Every time we do something I keep having experiences that could only be described as being incredibly high."
The trance he entered was much like the first one. He saw the swirls and ripples of the force that the room contained. Each crystal shown brightly and some pulsed. After several minutes, the force lifted Lance to his feet and carried him almost borderline possessing him around the room. He touched every crystal as he journeyed through the room. As soon as he would touch the crystals, they would dim in brightness and the force. It was until he came to a patch of crystals in the very back of the room, almost hidden from sight, that he found his match.
As soon as he touched the crystal, the crystal glowed even brighter and being pulsing with the force. The crystal dislodged itself, having the force wrap around it and suddenly Lance was sucked back to his kneeling position in the center of the room. In fact, he had never left that spot. He had just walked the room through the force as if he had created a ghost of himself. Lance opened his bright blue eyes and found the crystal floating in front of him. He smiled at it's color and density. Closing his eyes again, he began another trance this one constructing the lightsaber right in front of him.
The force did all the work, Lance just let it do it's thing. When the lightsaber was finished it stayed a float in front of Lance. He opened his eyes, exiting the trance and grasped the gray hilt. As soon as Lance touched it, the hilt began to burn a bright red color. It scorched the inside of Lance's hand but he couldn't let go. A moment later, the hilt immediately cooled down and the bright red disappeared. The hilt was now matte black and had a white demon with wings designed on it.
Lance stood up, igniting the lightsaber. A dark blue blade hissed out of the lens and hummed it's first breaths of life. Black strings of energy could be seen flowing in spirals around the blade if one looked close enough and for a good amount of time. Lance de-ignited the lightsaber and clipped it next to the training saber on his belt loop. Exiting the room he caught sight of Valen and smiled. "You sure the Force isn't some sort of drug? Every time we do something I keep having experiences that could only be described as being incredibly high."