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The Double-decker by Riptor25
The Double-decker
More of a cobbled together design, this one was the result of just throwing some pieces together, and if they fit, they went on it. Broken down, it's 3 separate sink-tube pieces, a 1.5" PVC connector for the handle (my new favorite handle piece), a tub faucet endcap (H for hot, because lightsabers are anything but cold), and a ziptie for flair. I think the only part I actually paid for on this guy was the ziptie. Yay for a $0.02 lightsaber! I have yet to decide whether or not to paint it...

As a side note, I updated the saber since the recent closing of my local Radio Shack, so it now has a button fitted into the protrusion just above the ziptie. This bumps it's total cost up to a whopping $0.09 total.
The Traditional by Riptor25
The Traditional
The second lightsaber I made, this one was fairly easy to pull off. Combining a $5 Rayovac retro flashlight with half of a sink tube, a PVC connector, and a tape-dispenser roll, I was able to make a pretty decent looking hilt. Add some silver paint for the top and boom! Instant lightsaber! All total, I think this one cost me $5 for the flashlight at Walmart, and 65 cents for the PVC connector.
Haven't been doing much drawing as of late, but have been dabbling in various other forms of media. I've been building a lot of mech-style Legos for a tabletop wargame called Mobile Frame Zero: Rapid Attack. If you're into tabletop gaming, give it a look. It's tons of fun. I've also been fiddling around with building my own lightsabers from scrap bits of pipe and other parts I find lying around. I'll make sure to upload pictures soon!
Trials of Knighthood

Dantooine: Jedi Enclave: Council Member Meeting Room

"So, it has finally come to this," a harsh, dusty sounding voice said.  The speaker, a bluish shimmering image of a human male of a venerable age, hovered motionless over the holocron projector that held the essence of what was left of him.  His form was the only light here, casting a bluish glow before him that was not restricted by any corners of darkness in the circular room.  "It is time the three of you begin your last quest as padawans, and take your first step in becoming full fledged Jedi Knights." He looked at each of the three figures kneeling in front of him, "I can't say you were the best of fact, you were among the ones I had deemed as incompetent," he paused, "but, the masters have voted, and you now have a final chance to change my opinion.  Go.  Construct your own lightsabers.  Use what you have learned, and be mindful of your surroundings.  Go now."
One of the padawans stirred, "Master Vrook?"
The blue, shimmering Vrook sighed, "I thought I had dismissed you."
The padawan hesitated, then, regaining his composure, continued, "Where are we supposed to start?  Where are we supposed to go?"
"Did you learn nothing in your lessons?  Did you decide to take little cat naps instead?  Let the Force guide you--all of you!  Now go!"
All three padawans stood, bowed, and in unison said, "May the Force be—"
"I SAID GO," Vrook cut them off, and three sets of feet scrambled for the door.


"You were a bit harsh on them, don’t you think?" came a voice from the darkness behind the flickering image of Master Vrook.
"I concur," hissed another.
"Master Vrook has been at this longer than any of us," a third voice muttered, "past his own time, even.  He knows what he is doing."
"I believe they needed a good deflation of their craniums.  The archives state a need for humility and modesty; traits which these younger padawans have completely disregarded, along with many other restrictions instated by our ancestors," exclaimed another.
As the last of them entered the room, Vrook spoke up, "whether we agree on my methods of teaching or not is irrelevant.  In the end comes the same conclusion; we need more active Jedi here at the Enclave, and the only way we can do that is by knighting more apprentices; whether or not they are fully ready.  That is why I am harsh to them Master Vrash, and that, Master Kantus, is why I continue to knight them, humble or not."
The other masters murmured among themselves for a bit, then one spoke, "Masssster," she hissed, "you sssaid thessse onesss you jussst sssent out were incompetent…do you really expect them to accomplish their appointed tasssk?"
“And what of their trials?  You didn't mention those to them during their briefing.  The three trials are a necessary part to becoming a Knight.
Master Vrook's holographic image turned its translucent head towards the hooded figures gathered beside him, "They'll have to accomplish the task at hand.  If they don't, reassessment of their abilities will be the only option left.  As for their trials, the Force has forewarned me not to interfere with their futures.  What befalls them will truly make or break them as Jedi.  You all will speak nothing of this to the young ones.  They must forge their own path with only the Force to guide them."

Dantooine: Outside the Jedi Council Chambers

The three padawans walked briskly from the Council Chambers, not wanting to stir up any more trouble for themselves after their less than pleasant meeting with the masters.  They waited until they were well on their way to their quarters to begin speaking, and even then, it was in a low whisper.
"You probably shouldn’t have spoken up Coram.  I don’t think Master Vrook appreciated it," Nokturne, a young Gen'dai padawan, said.
The Cathar walking beside him threw up his arms in defeat, "But he was so vague; the question begged to be asked!  And did you catch that cat joke?  He told a cat joke!  Can you believe that?"
The third padawan, a rare silicon based lifeform known as a Shard, laughed a mechanical, monotone laugh, "I was stifling my own laughter personally, even though you made a valid point. I mean, with such a vague directive, I'm not really sure where to start."
The three of them conceded to packing up what little possessions they had, and taking them to the hangar, where they would then decide exactly where they should go.  As they walked through the busy halls and corridors full of younglings, knights, and fellow padawans,  Coram contemplated on how strange they must seem to the much larger human population at the Enclave.  He wasn't very worried about himself, considering there had been several Cathar there as well, but looking at his companions—Bit, a tiny Force-sensitive “living crystal” installed a looming CLTCH-series droid body, and Nokturne, a Gen'dai that was all one big bundle of nerves and sinew—they were a rather odd trio.
“So then where do we go from here?” Nokturne asked, the long, intertwined tendrils that passed for fingers and hands fiddling with the bland training saber at his waist, “We cannot exactly just head for space and then decide where to start our journey.”
Coram remained silent, pondering the question at hand “There's always the archives!” Bit said, his metallic voice brimming with excitement at the thought of delving into the vast stores of data.
“We don't have time for that,” Coram said, giving an exhasperated sigh, “We need to prove to the council that we can do this, and that we can do it fast.  Think of how great it would be if we completed our sabers in record time?  Knighthood would be ours for sure!”
“But we  don't even know where to go to get the parts!” Argued Bit, causing Coram's fur to bristle and bare his teeth a bit.  Unfortunately, the sentient rock had a point.  Where would they even begin to start?
“Perhaps we could ask someone with experience.  Someone who would be willing to help us rather than berate us, that is.”
Coram and Bit both turned to look at the quiet Gen'dai, “That's a great idea, Nokturne!” exclaimed Coram, slapping the mass of sinew on the back.  Bit, beside him, nodded enthusiastically.
“We could ask Master Vrash about it.  He is assistant archivist here on the enclave, and he's always been helpful with projects that required extensive research,” replied Bit hopefully, the prospects of getting to go to the archives anyway written all over his droid face.  Coram winced, but nodded.  Having spent most of his life with the Shard made it easy to tell when Bit was feeling some emotion, even with his expressionless visage.  
The three of them moved quickly down the main hall, trying not to draw any extra attention to themselves as they wheeled around a pillar to the Archives Wing.


The Archives themselves weren't much to look at.  The few stacks of datacards, and the six outdated com-terminals were hardly a shadow of the grandiose Jedi Archives on Coruscant.  However, being near to the far edge of the Outer Rim made such resources scarce, and the Dantooine Enclave was lucky to have this.  
But to Bit, this was a haven within the temple.  Data and streams of information came naturally to a being who had spent his entire life living in a droid, and so he had made the Archives his place of personal meditation.  It was through his many trips here that he had met the man now seated at one of the terminals.
Jedi Master Vrash, a middle-aged human with smooth brown hair tied back and sharp features, was not only the assistant archivist, but also was on the Jedi Council here at the Enclave.  As Bit and the others walked up, he was busy typing away at the terminal, a large stack of datacards on the desk next to him.  He looked up from his work as the Bit, Coram, and Nokturne entered the main rotunda of the archives wing, doing their best to keep hushed.
“Bit, welcome!” Vrash said with a smile, standing to greet the three Padawans.  “And you've dragged Coram and Nokturne with you, I see,” he continued in a loud, cheerful voice that shattered the stereotypical tranquility of such a place.
All three Padawans bowed in unison, then Bit reached forward and shook Master Vrash's hand, “Sir, I apologize for interrupting your research, but I was wondering if you could help us with a query of sorts.”
“Another research project for your studies?” Vrash asked, turning back to his terminal and stooping to ready a search of the Archives data.
“Well, it's less of a project...” Bit started hesitantly.
“We have been tasked to construct our first lightsabers by Master Vrook.” Coram blurted, cutting to the point.  “We need help, and fast.  We have to get going soon!”
“Ah,” Vrash said with a wistful look, “Your very first lightsabers.”  He turned back to his terminal and began to type feverishly.  Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and a blue holographic image of a lightsaber blossomed from the terminal's projector.  “You all must be curious what you need to do, then,” He said, watching the thre young Jedi as they stared intently at the rotating hologram.
Master Vrash tapped a key, and the lightsaber display froze, then disassembled itself; exploding into its various parts, and filling the room with the larger-than-life components.  “Now I know you all paid close attention in your Lightsaber Sequencing and Assembly class, correct?” The Master asked.  Bit nodded enthusiastically, but noticed that his comrades nonchalantly avoided Master Vrash's gaze.
Master Vrash seemed to notice as well, “Well, in any case,” he continued with a sigh, “I'll go over the basics of what you'll need to find offworld; those components with enough rarity and significance to require such a journey.”
With another tapped key, the holographic components faded away until only three remained.  “The three most important pieces are the emitter, which actually releases the energy beam from the hilt, the emitter lens, which focuses the energy into a beam, and the focusing crystal; the heart of the lightsaber.  Each of these are absolutely necessary in constructing your lightsabers, and you may have to exercise quite a bit of patience when searching for potential candidates for your lightsaber.”
Once again, Coram's impatience got the better of him, “We appreciate the lesson,” he started with a short bow, “but we need to know where to find these parts.  Otherwise we'll just be running around the galaxy like lost gizka on a starship.”
Bit nodded, knowing that Coram had hit on their biggest dilemma. None of them had any experience in knowing exactly where to look. He had hoped Master Vrash would shed some light on where they could start.
The Jedi Master chuckled as he stroked his beard. He sat staring at the three of them intently for quite a while; looking from one Padawan to the other.  Bit was just about to say something before Coram did the same when Vrash finally spoke up.
“I cannot tell you three everything about this and ruin your journey,” he paused with a wry smile, “but, I know the markets on Nar Shadda are renowned for their variety of rare artifacts and other 'specialty items'.”
At this, Bit's mood brightened until he was sure his photoreceptors beamed.  Coram and Nokturne seemed just as enthused by the Jedi's hint.  The three of them turned and sped out the door with a fleeting thanks from Bit before they were gone, leaving the Jedi Master with a knowing smile on his face.


After the encouraging talk in the Archives, the three Padawans were on a roll, and quickly resumed heading to the hangars to be assigned a ship.  They entered the hangar, walking through a sound barrier door into the cacophony of noises that accompanied the Enclave's Transport Wing, and went to the entrance terminal.
The terminal's technician, a bored-looking twi'lek, handed them a sign-out sheet and a starship owner's transponder, explaining that the Enclave was short on both manpower and vessels, and directed them to a docking garage at the far end of the wing.  Nokturne thanked him, and the three proceeded to what would be their new home.
“It's called the Dusty Gizka,” Bit said with the droid equivalent of a chuckle.
“That sounds somewhat foreboding,” replied Nokturne, shaking his head.
Past the larger berthing garages of the hanger, the scenery began to get more and more dingy and unkempt as they continued.  Flood lamps fizzled, and long forgotten or broken tools lay scattered on the floor.  Finally, almost at the very end of the hangar, they arrived at the large security doors that led to the Dusty Gizka's dock.  Bit waved the transponder in front of the security panel, and with a struggle the old doors parted, allowing the natural sunlight from the dock's open ceiling flood into the hangar.  Peering against the sunlight, they saw the ship, an old DuraBuilt-class starbarge.  The dust that covered and surrounded the rusty ship glowed in the light, almost as if to emphasize the age of it.
“What a piece of junk!” Coram roared, stepping into the hangar and shaking off the dust that was already collecting on his fur.
Nokturne moved to the side of the ship and brushed away a thick layer of dust, revealing a comical rendition of a coughing gizka surrounded by billowing clouds of dust.  The ship's name was emblazoned in faded red letters underneath.
“At least someone had a sense of humor,” Bit observed as he and Coram made their way to Nokturne.
“Well we shouldn't be needing her for long, thankfully,” said Coram.
“And it's not like anybody will want to steal it  while on Nar Shadda,” Nokturne chimed in.
After prying the ship's boarding ramp out of it's housing, and several more minutes devoted to Coram hotwiring the ship to start, the three Padawans set for open space, and Nar Shadda. With Bit at the controls, they all watched as the stars stretched into lines, and finally, their journey had begun.
STAR WARS: Trials of Knighthood Prologue + CH1
The story of three struggling Padawans stuck on the Dantooine Enclave during the days of the Old Republic. After being viewed as barely-capable Jedi, the Enclave council gives them one final task to prove their worth; to gather the pieces to, and then construct, their first lightsabers. Little did they know that this journey would take them to worlds in desperate need of Jedi intervention. But are these three up to such a difficult task?

You may have seen pictures that I have posted from time to time of three Jedi (a Shard, a Cathar, and a Gen'dai) having various adventures. Well I've finally gotten around to writing their story (with much encouragement from Trinity-Dragon). So here we have the intro where our heroes are not heroes, but merely incompetent young Padawans. Oh if only they knew what was in store for them...

Chapter 2: STAR WARS: Trials of Knighthood CH2
The Dusty Gizka dropped out of hyperspace, and already Bit was feeling anxious. The large, gray-green orb looming ahead of them was none other than Nal Hutta; the homeworld of the Hutts, and political head of any and all under-the-table dealings. Off to the right, however, was their current goal. Nar Shadda, the moon of the Hutt homeworld, was generously called "Little Coruscant" by some beings, and "that wretched hive" by others. While only those close to the Hutts were allowed to go to the planet proper, all other kinds of racketeering and debauchery took place on the moon.

"This is where we'll find parts for lightsabers?" Coram asked incredulously. "The Hutts are gangsters. They'd just as soon sell us as Jedi target practice than help us on our quest."

Bit watched out of the corner of his photoreceptor as Coram fidgeted, and began his descent towards the moon, "It's just as Master Vrash said. All the best finds are outside of the republic's jurisdiction, and this planet is basically one big junkyard sale."

"I still think caution is wisest here." Nokturne piped up from behind Bit, "we probably shouldn't buy most of our supplies in the same area. Someone might connect the dots and realize just what it is we're building."

Bit and Coram both nodded in agreement, and after a confirmation of their landing pad coordinates, Bit stowed his lightsaber in a small chassis compartment while his two organic comrades donned travelers garments, making sure to hide theirs in the folds of the billowing cloth. Readying himself for whatever they might find on the moon, Bit and the others prepped themselves for their journey through Nar Shadda.


The first thing Coram noticed when they disembarked the Dusty Gizka was the smell. A thousand different pheromones from a hundred different species wafted through the air, mingling with the smells of a number of deep fried foods before reaching his nose. They said that the older a Cathar got, the better his sense of smell became. Coram sorely wished that he would never have to return here anytime in the far future. He may never make it out alive.

After stowing their lightsabers within the folds of their traveling garments, and Bit hiding his in a compartment on his chassis, the three padawans stepped off of the landing pad. They were almost immediately greeted by a Toydarian wearing a floppy hat with a number of vintage blasters around his bloated waist in varying states of disrepair.

"I think you may wanna pay the landing fee before I repossess your ship, eh? Two-thousand and she stays where she is. Otherwise, I take her off your hands.

Coram opened his mouth to tell the Toydarian exactly what he thought of the offer in the one Huttese phrase he knew, but was beat out by Nokturne.

"You'd be lucky to get five hundred credits for the heap we're flying," came the Gen'dai's gravely voice, jutting one tentacle back at the bulk freighter. "We'll pay seven hundred to keep her here--"

"--and another three hundred if you can point us to where we can find emitters and lenses for laser mining equipment." Coram added, sensing the opportunity.

The Toydarian scratched the patchy hair that wasn't covered by his hat, "Mmm...Deal." Came his reply, followed by the clink of credits falling into his greedy palms, "The best place to find rare and vintage parts is Teelo's Hut a few dozen levels down from here. If he doesn't have it, you bet your blaster he knows where to get it."


A short public turbolift ride later, the three stepped out onto a merchant level of the smuggler's moon. The shop mentioned to them by the Toydarian was very hard to miss. Amongst the dilapidated stalls and lean-to shops, a gleaming duracrete shop stood, it's sign flashing Teelo's Hut; Antiques and Baubles for the Discerning Eye, then alternating to a hologram of parts and credit symbols between a happy looking Hutt and a happy looking customer.

"Flashy," Coram muttered as they took a wide ped-way to the shop. A gentle chime sounded as they entered, and the three were greeted by a low, booming voice, "Bo shuda." A common greeting in Huttese.

The shop itself was deceptively small on the inside, which made it all the more surprising when the large, slug-like form of a Hutt came sliding out from a room behind the counter. "Take a look around," the Hutt said with a wave of his arm, "I am Teelo, and this is my boutique. There's plenty here to interest the intrepid and curious."

The shelves and counters were all cluttered with every kind of gadget; both whole and in various pieces. This was the kind of place Coram  could spend a lifetime in. Bit had his holobooks, but Coram had his mechanics shops. He was just looking over a carton of 'modified' cryoban grenades that were half price when Bit's metallic voice called over.

"I think I found what we're looking for!"

Coram closed the carton and hurried to the stacks that Bit was perusing, meeting Nokturne as he arrived. In Bit's mechanical hands was a small sheet of a slightly translucent material roughly the size of a sheet of flimsi. "this is just the material needed for making a lens for our emitters." He whispered.

They each grabbed a sheet as well as a trio of comlinks and some other general supplies to not draw attention to their true goal. The three placed their items on the counter as Teelo the Hutt slid over to the other side, and Coram noticed that up close, there were faint swirling tattoos all along both arms of the Hutt's green skin. When the dim light caught them at certain angles, they seemed to shimmer in oranges and reds like fire.

"New to the system?" Teelo rumbled, drawing Coram's attention back on the Hutt's face. He was carefully eyeing their purchases.

"Laser miners," Bit responded, gesturing to the translucent sheets, "Hard to find supplies like this back on Subterrel."

Teelo's eyes became narrow slits as he observed the shard Jedi, "Mmm. Talkative droid you have." He remarked, causing Bit to give an indignant electronic *meep* before moving off to continue browsing.

Coram forced a chuckle, "Labor droids these days. Seems they're always forming quirks."

Turning his gaze to the Cathar, Teelo gave a wide, knowing smile that made Coram's mane bristle. "Of course. Though I suspect you gather your supplies and leave soon. Nar Shadda isn't very welcoming to Jeedai; miners or not."

Bit cautiously turned his head so one photoreceptor could focus on the Hutt while he continued to feign browsing. Coram looked from him to Nokturne, whose visage was unreadable under his mask, then back to the Hutt, "What gave you that impression?" Coram asked cautiously.

The Hutt waved his hands at their traveling robes, "Your disguises. They fit your story a Bit too well. Jeedai have a habit of overplaying their hand. It makes you as easy to read as any other a Hutt at least. The last one to arrive on our moon was met with," he paused, "an untimely end."

"So, Teelo the Hutt, now that you have this information, what do you plan to do with it?" Nokturne asked, a bit of edge to his normally quiet voice.

Teelo smiled again, "Jeedai always make good customers! Honest without much risk of backstabbing. You are building lightsabers, yes? Oh, you cannot be so coy! A Hutt knows many secrets of the galaxy, and I have the greatest knowledge of rare tech among the ruling families."

The three Jedi exchanged glances, "This means I also come into possession of a great number of rare pieces. Some of possible importance to young Jeedai questing for their own lightsabers, in fact."

The three padawans turned to each other. Was it safe? Was it at least worth checking out? Finally curiosity won out among them, and Coram turned to Teelo. "Show us what you have."


Bit and the others followed Teelo into his office, noting that aside from everything being scaled to fit a Hutt's larger body size, it appeared to be a simple accounting setup.

However, the room was not so much an office as it was a front that disguised a whole other area behind it. Pushing away a large record-keeping table, Teelo revealed a door panel that split the back wall into an opening that led down into darkness.  He gave a slight smile, obviously proud of his secret entrance, and beckoned them to follow.

Bit's optics adjusted quickly to the darkness and he started taking stock of where Teelo was leading them.  They were descending down a long hall that went past this level of Nar Shadda into another level entirely, hiding the true scale of Teelo's Hut to any passerby. A low, warm mist exuded from recessed pipes in the walls that made the entire hallway smell like a marsh. Coram wrinkled his nose at the pungent smell, making Bit both thankful and a Bit envious at his lack of the sense. The Hutt led them through the dank corridor before they came to an opening that could very well encompass half of the city block beneath Teelo's Hut.

The opening had vast shelves of weaponry, armor, spices, and all other kinds of illegal trinkets that lined the entire left side of the complex. To the right were stalls filled with more specialty items, though the room was devoid of any vendors or other beings browsing the wide selection. Along the far end were a string of cages with a large pit in front of them. It didn't take a genius to figure out what this place was, and Bit was more than a Bit apprehensive to even be here; a black market trading hub.

Bit shuddered in the Force. While he himself was not organic, he could sense the presences of a few life forms with the dull glow of rudimentary sentience in the cages on the far wall. "What are the cages for?" he asked Teelo, who had been expounding on several 'Jedi relics' on a shelf that any Jedi could tell were obvious fakes.

The bloated Hutt turned to look at Bit, "Mostly beasts of burden with a few, uh, big-game species from the reserves on Gamorr."

"Would you mind if I..." Bit let the sentence trail off.

"Of course, look through whatever garners your interest. I've closed the market to all but you, Jedi friends." He turned back to the other two, and resumed his discussion on the 'genuine' Dai-Bendu holocron he was holding.

Bit moved over to the cages and inspected the animals within. As the Hutt had said, most of them were simple beasts of burden--kaadus, eopies, even a tauntaun from the recently explored Hoth system--with a few more dangerous nexu, sand panthers, and gundarks mixed in.

Bit examined the specimens, noting that they were being kept in relatively good care, all things considered, when he felt a presence reach out and touch him in the Force. It was a curious touch, one from a being who seemed confused by his Force presence more than aggressive or wary.

Bit turned towards the being and found himself drawn to one of the cages. Inside was another beast, though one he had never seen before. It was a very dark shade of blue, with fine hairs covering it's lithe form, and a stump of a tail. It was lying on a pile of hay for bedding, but looked up at him as he neared. Bit could easily tell it was a predatory species. The long snout for tracking, attentive ears, and razor sharp claws and fangs made sure of that, but it also showed what felt like an affinity to the Force. Bit reflexively took a step back, shocked that such a creature could have an affinity to the Force.

He was so enthralled by the animal's curious nature that he was startled when a blubbery hand slapped his shoulder, "I see you have found my prized creature among the lot," said Teelo, sliding up next to the Shard.

"What is it?" Bit managed.

"A vornskr, native to the forbidden planet, Myrkr. A predator that hunts it's prey using the Force, so I'm told." The Hutt explained as the other two Jedi came over to see. "I could be persuaded to part with it. The tail has been removed, making it easier to tame, though sadly, I've never been able to.” Giving a sideways glance at the obviously-interested Shard, Teelo pressed, “Maybe a being with similar connections to the unseen Force would have better luck."

"How much?" The words sputtered out of Bit's vocabulator before he realized he had uttered the words. For some reason he felt a certain connection to the animal. A bond that he could quite literally feel through the Force.

"Bit," Coram whispered, "do we really have time for this?"

Bit turned to look at the Cathar, and Nokturne beside him. "I can't explain it, but this creature...I can feel something about it; that the Force brought us here to it."

Coram rolled his eyes, but Nokturne nodded, "I agree with Bit. If anything, such a rare creature should not be left in this state. We can present it to the council at the very least.”

Bit turned back to Teelo the Hutt, who had produced a datapad from his satchel, and was busy tabulating. The Hutt gave a satisfied belch, then smiled at him, "I would normally ask for a tidy sum for a rare and sought-after creature such as this. However, it is yours for no more than two thousand credits and a single favor from you; to be redeemed at a later time of course."

"A favor?" Coram blurted, "Why a favor?"

Teelo held out his datapad for Bit to sign, "Many things in the galaxy are of value," he gave a slow, wide smile as Bit signed the datapad and handed it back, "but none are more sought-after than a favor from a Jeedai."
STAR WARS: Trials of Knighthood CH2
The second chapter in the epic saga of three young padawans. In this chapter, their quest to construct their first lightsabers takes them to Nar Shadda; the galaxy's largest garage sale. They also meet up with a pretty knowledgeable Hutt who seems all too keen to help them...for a price.

Once again this is based on the campaign I ran for a close group of friends for pretty much my entire time in college. It was through these years that the players grew quite attached to the characters, and resulted in what I am proud to say is my greatest work as a GM yet.

Bit Hantoff (c) Trinity-Dragon
Coram Deo (c) :devfantom-x:
Nokturne, Teelo (c) me!

Chapter 1:…
A story featuring Teelo the Hutt:…
I reeaally apologize for my complete lack of being here. I have some boring updates on life; new well-paying job, newfound fascination with LEGOs, and new work on some projects.

Work is great and I enjoy talking with people all day and playing with the cash register, but that's boring. Moving on!

In terms of LEGO, there's this game that has appeared called Mobile Frame Zero: Rapid Attack. The jist of it is that you build companies of "frames" (read mecha) and assign certain abilities to them depending on weapons, systems, and armor you give them, then battle it out with a friend. As your frame takes damage, it loses systems and your opponent gets to mercilessly rip them off of your frame until it is just a pile of pieces. It's really fun, and just fun to build. The rules are free to download too! (though you can buy it to help support them)

We're within spitting distance of finishing the rough draft of Digimon: Encounters, and Nemonus has already had the chance to create a character! Using her as our guinea pig, we can make a few on-the-fly changes and tweaks to character creation to smooth out the process. Overall, things are looking good! And as always, we gladly accept help any of you are willing to contribute. 

And speaking of contributors, I would like to thank those who have already offered their abilities in this project. You guys are awesome:
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R25~ 1719 2966 1947

Current Residence: Concord Dawn system: Mandalore
deviantWEAR sizing preference: medium i guess
Print preference: free
Favourite genre of music: Parody, video game music, 8-bit, neo-classical, techno
Favourite photographer: mah coat (Vladamir)
Favourite style of art: Anime, flash animation, pixel
Operating System: Windows7 FTW!
MP3 player of choice: Archos 5
Shell of choice: not one of the 3 from Demolition Man...
Wallpaper of choice: something funny, nintendo themed, or star wars
Skin of choice: mah coat (Vladamir)
Favourite cartoon character: Dinobot, General Grievous, Meowth, Grim, Ty Lee, Patrick, Muttley, Wreck-Gar, the ones ive made!
Personal Quote: I'LL BLOW YOUR SLAGGIN' HEADS OFF!! ~ Optimus Primal

this is the best stamp ever by NemonusI +FAV BOMB by auxeruMy name is Luke by JediSenshi

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Louie-Holliday Featured By Owner May 30, 2015
Happidy Birthday!!Have your cake and eat it tooAirborne Party :iconcakeplz: :icongiftplz:Blower fella (Party) birthdAy '09 fella (Badges) 
sammychan816 Featured By Owner May 30, 2015
Happy Birthday.
PieGeo190 Featured By Owner May 30, 2015
Happy Birthday :D:D:D!!!:iconfireworkplz::iconcakeplz:
Lorian-Nod Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Lego+Star Wars=Yus!!!
Riptor25 Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
lol Most definitely!!
Lorian-Nod Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Hehe :iconfivesplz:
Louie-Holliday Featured By Owner May 30, 2014
Happidy Birthday!!:cake:Airborne Party :iconcakeplz: :icongiftplz:
Riptor25 Featured By Owner May 30, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
^^!! Thanks a ton!
PieGeo190 Featured By Owner May 30, 2014
Happy Birthday :D:D:D :iconfireworkplz::iconcakeplz:
Riptor25 Featured By Owner May 30, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks very much!
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