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Malon bowed respectfully and then left his Master's presence. Taking a turbolift down to the supply station, he gathered everything necessary to build his lightsaber's hilt. He set to work, setting the pieces out in front of him and carefully bringing them together, using the dark side to guide his hand movements. It took him several hours, but the finished product was like a work of art; a sleek metal hilt that curved towards the hand-grip, allowing it to be held more comfortably in his hand. All that he lacked was the crystal.
He walked back up to the turbolift and rode it back to the level of his training room. His master was still there when he returned and he bowed in respect once more before presenting his master the finished product.
He walked back up to the turbolift and rode it back to the level of his training room. His master was still there when he returned and he bowed in respect once more before presenting his master the finished product.