If Mygeeto could be called anything, a holiday destination, it was not. It was a cold, crystalline planet, and a source of fascination to the xeno-biologists and geologists of the Galaxy, who had spent billions of credits over the centuries trying to understand how such an odd planet had come into existence. It was also, a rich source of Kyber Crystals.
Small, unassuming, but practically drenched in the force, Kyber Crystals where one of the most important objects in Jedi Lore, for without them, their weapon of choice, the symbolic item that identified one to the unassuming as a Jedi, could not be fashioned - the Lightsaber. Over the millennia, the power of Kyber had been warped and perverted into all manner and fashion of cruel weapon, bastardised by the Sith and corrupted to give off the distinctive crimson colour of their sabers, and even placed into planet sundering superweapons.
Yet the innocence of the crystals themselves remained.
Believers in the faith known as the Church of the Force wore shards of the Kyber around their necks on cords, holding them close in dark times, as if they offered some form of protection. Jedi, some of the more militant ones at least, practically depended on the weapons they fashioned for their way of life.
Theoccus Bilcus was not yet decided on their importance.
From his own reading and study, the crystals had done more harm than good across the course of Galactic history. What good was a weapon, if not to kill, and what use what a Kyber if not to form the heart of a blade?
Regardless, such musing was not why he was here today. Standing on the debarkation ramp of a transport ship, the name and classification of which he cared nothing fore, he was wrapped in his customary robe, looking ahead of him at a large shard of a crystal in the horizon, appearing to tower like a mountain - that, was their destination.
He turned to the others in the vessel, leaning on his quarterstaff as the cold wind rushed up to meet them and spoke.
“Welcome to Mygeeto. The winds here are harsh, the climate is cold. The journey is a long one, but at its conclusion, you will have found a crystal for your lightsaber, if the force wills it to be so. But, you must go with the force only - not gadgets, no ships, no technology to support or sustain you, but, the force alone. The scientific ones here will no doubt have worked out that the closer to the crystal spire we get, the colder it gets, the longer we go without food, the colder you get. But you will do it. You will trust in the force, and it shall sustain you as you walk, feed you as you hunger, and strengthen you as you climb the spire at the end of the walk. If we are attacked, it will defend you.”
He looked at the Padawans as silence reigned.
“But, the force has sent you robes to cloth you, your colleagues and masters to support you, and it has imbued you with itself, to call upon in your need. Before we go further, step forward into the cold, call upon the force, in a method called ‘Force Sustain’, be calm, and ask that the force, does ward away the cold.”
He fell silent.
OOC: Welcome to hardcore training 101.
Small, unassuming, but practically drenched in the force, Kyber Crystals where one of the most important objects in Jedi Lore, for without them, their weapon of choice, the symbolic item that identified one to the unassuming as a Jedi, could not be fashioned - the Lightsaber. Over the millennia, the power of Kyber had been warped and perverted into all manner and fashion of cruel weapon, bastardised by the Sith and corrupted to give off the distinctive crimson colour of their sabers, and even placed into planet sundering superweapons.
Yet the innocence of the crystals themselves remained.
Believers in the faith known as the Church of the Force wore shards of the Kyber around their necks on cords, holding them close in dark times, as if they offered some form of protection. Jedi, some of the more militant ones at least, practically depended on the weapons they fashioned for their way of life.
Theoccus Bilcus was not yet decided on their importance.
From his own reading and study, the crystals had done more harm than good across the course of Galactic history. What good was a weapon, if not to kill, and what use what a Kyber if not to form the heart of a blade?
Regardless, such musing was not why he was here today. Standing on the debarkation ramp of a transport ship, the name and classification of which he cared nothing fore, he was wrapped in his customary robe, looking ahead of him at a large shard of a crystal in the horizon, appearing to tower like a mountain - that, was their destination.
He turned to the others in the vessel, leaning on his quarterstaff as the cold wind rushed up to meet them and spoke.
“Welcome to Mygeeto. The winds here are harsh, the climate is cold. The journey is a long one, but at its conclusion, you will have found a crystal for your lightsaber, if the force wills it to be so. But, you must go with the force only - not gadgets, no ships, no technology to support or sustain you, but, the force alone. The scientific ones here will no doubt have worked out that the closer to the crystal spire we get, the colder it gets, the longer we go without food, the colder you get. But you will do it. You will trust in the force, and it shall sustain you as you walk, feed you as you hunger, and strengthen you as you climb the spire at the end of the walk. If we are attacked, it will defend you.”
He looked at the Padawans as silence reigned.
“But, the force has sent you robes to cloth you, your colleagues and masters to support you, and it has imbued you with itself, to call upon in your need. Before we go further, step forward into the cold, call upon the force, in a method called ‘Force Sustain’, be calm, and ask that the force, does ward away the cold.”
He fell silent.
OOC: Welcome to hardcore training 101.