What is found in the smeltwaters [GR Dominion for Taboon]

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: D

[ 9 / 20 ]

[Development Post 5]

Gylen leveled his blaster at the door's lock and quickly thought better of it. He slung the weapon around his back and knelt down by the door's handle. Travot saw a brief plume of neon green light before the man used the cutting laser to carve out the lock. Travot felt confusion and pain emanate out from the man behind the door. Toggling through the infrared scanner, travot could see the man jumping away from the door and clutching his hand. Either Gylen just hit the man with his laser, or he superheated the door with it...Gylen rose to his feet. I guess we'll found out soon. Gylen began to hammer away at the door with the butt of his blaster until the door swung open. He brought his blaster down to bear on the drugged man, but before the sergeant could do anything, Travot squeezed the trigger of his blaster. A trio of blue bolts smacked into the man's chest. Travot edged towards the man and watched as his pinprick pupils briefly dilate before the man collapsed into a toppled heap on the ground. Gylen grunted and moved past the man. This doesn't feel...His eyes fell upon a blinking red light on the man's limp form.

"Watch out!" said Travot, abruptly pulling Gylen back with him.

The drugged man exploded in a flash of white fire, tossing both Gylen and himself into the troopers behind him. Travot grunted out in pain as he clammered up to his feet. I'm going to feel that in the morning. He noticed an icon flashing on his HUD. A seal rupture...where? He toggled the HUD input, which quickly referred Travot to his left inner thigh. At least they have these replacement seals. He pulled out one of the repair patches from his dispenser as the troops around him pushed forward to secure the antechamber. He slapped it on before ironing out any of the wrinkles. Gylen began to fill the comm waves with curse words.

"My suit's full of holes," said the soldier, "I'm going to stay behind..."

"You're not hurt though, are you?" asked Travot.

"Only my pride. It seems that the armor took most of the blast. Jedi, you lead them forward."

"Roger sergeant."

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: D

[ 10 / 20 ]

[Development Post 6]

After ascertaining that Sergeant Gylen was indeed unhurt, Travot edged forward to take command of the remaining squad members. He briefly glanced back at the sergeant, who merely waved him onwards. Always lead from the front, right? He shuffled himself to the front of the line and drew his pistol. At least it won't be immediately obvious that I'm a Jedi...He led them around a corridor and came face to face with a growling Gamorrean clutching a rather crude vibroaxe. Travot instinctively fired, sending a blue stun bolt right into what appeared to be a tunic of metal scales. The alien swung his axe with a surprising amount of finesse that crushed the pistol's barrel, rendering it useless. Travot triggered the suit's cutting laser, forming a slash that loped the axehead from its shaft. That seemed to surprise the henchmen. The alien threw a fleshy fist at the man, which he caught with his gauntletted hand. The alien pushed forward with it, while Travot attempted to force it to his left, but the alien did not relent.

Well fine then...

Travot grabbed it with his other hand as well and squeezed hard. He heard the crack of bones under his armored fists and the squeal of the creature. He felt a twinge of regret at inflicting such pain on the creature. Let's end this quickly. Still gripping the gamorrean's fist, Travot fell to the ground, pulling the alien down with him. Corporal Kether behind him squeezed off several stun bolts into the back of the creature's head, and he went limp. Travot shoved the creature off him.

"Waste of a perfectly good weapon, sir," noted the corporal, handing Travot the remains of the jedi's pistol.

"I'll guess I'll just have to find a better one from one of them until the mission's done," said Travot, holstering the broken weapon.

"He has another vibroaxe on his belt," observed the soldier, kicking the alien's belt, "I'm not saying it's good as your saber, but if you're worried about damaging something..."

"I'll be fine, but thank you corporal."

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: D

[ 11 / 20 ]

[Development Post 7]

I'll have to keep an eye out though for something to use in a bit...but perhaps I can translate Broken Gate and augment it with the power suit's strength? His turned his emerald green eyes to the eye the men assigned to follow him. They probably think I'm crazy...but that's not necessarily a bad thing...Travot moved to the next door, and reached out through the Force to feel for any presence behind it. He could tension...a gnawing feeling that reminded the jedi of when he had watched starving howlrunners laying in a wait of their nearby prey. It feels like they have more people behind this door then there are people in this squad...He unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and activated its short beam. With a brief flourish, he drove the blade into the door controls, utterly destroying it and frying the servo-motor circuits behind it.

"Ah sir, I think we needed those."

"We're going to make an alternate route," informed Travot, "there are a lot of them, and they're waiting behind that door."

"Make a new route sir?"

Travot began to carve into the wall next to him, showering the whole squad in a rain of sparks and noxious fumes. Normally that wouldn't have been an option, at least without moving the troops out of the way, but with the suits, Travot doubted that any of them were in any trouble. He completed his cut and deactivated his saber. The jedi peeled back the metal plating to reveal a maintenance tunnel. Travot half-ducked into the tunnel.

"Sir, we don't know where that goes..."

"The bridge is up and forward though, right?"

"Yes sir."

His saber flashed to life once more. Travot stabbed the ceiling in the tunnel, and began to carve a circle...

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: D

[ 12 / 20 ]

[Development Post 8]

He finished carving the circle, and the ceiling plate fell down towards him. He attempted to catch it with an outstretched hand, but he didn't quite get the motion right with his suit. It glanced off of his gauntlet and clattered down onto the deck. A loose web of partially severed wires and cords fell down out of the hole, but Travot could see the support structure of the deck above them. He clambered up into the substory and began to carve another entry with his lightsaber. He pushed the loose deck plating out of the way and climbed onto the next deck. A flood of gray-white gas rained down on him. The ceraglass viewplate of his suit quickly compensated for the environmental change and began to clear up. Travot looked around at the various flimplast boxes and cartons neatly arranged on metal shelves. Most of the writing on them was in huttese, but one label written in Basic in particular caught his eye: Frozen Nerf Fillets. We're in the ship's walk-in freezer...probably not an area where any of them are expecting an attack from... His helmet's speaker relayed the brief roar of the rest of the troops jumping into the freezer assisted by their rocketpacks.

"I have to say sir, I never expected this," said Corporal Kether, slinging his grenade launcher on his back.

Travot glanced around the assembled group and began to count. Everyone is present. I guess we move on. He walked to the freezer's door and swung it open to reveal the ship's galley. A gargutulan orange and tan striped alien wearing an sauce-stained apron turned around out of surprise. His eyes widened as Kether rushed towards him. Before Travot could protest, the corporal punched the chef in the face. The chef briefly wavered before Kether helped slide him down to the ground before he turned his eyes upward at the jedi.

"Sorry sir, I thought it best to keep the element of surprise. Didn't want this one to squeal."

"No, that's good work. Let's try to keep this quiet as possible. In fact, let's all try to keep it things...quiet. At least for the moment..."

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: D

[ 13 / 20 ]

[Development post 9]

The team waded through the ship's galley, edging towards a pair of swinging doors that Travot guessed led to the ship's cafeteria. Travot guessed that since the crew knew that their ship was being boarded, there probably wasn't likely anyone that would be eating in it. But one never knows. He halted as they reached the doors and closed his eyes. He focused on his breathing as he merged his consciousness with the Force to feel the surroundings around him. He could feel dispersed concentrations of tension all around him, but none seemed to be coming from the doors directly in front of him. His eyes fluttered open and he turned to face Kethers, and by definition the rest of the squad.

"I don't feel anyone in the next room, but that doesn't mean there isn't anyone present. Keep your eyes open, and keep it quiet."

Travot attempted to gently push the door open quietly, which he quickly found was nigh impossible with his power armor. The door opened far quicker and louder than the man would have liked to reveal a rectangular room occupied with empty chairs and tables. A single waiter droid busy wiping up one the tables looked up at them and almost shrieked.

"Oh my!"

"Can it," spat out Kethers, "before I tear you limb for limb."

Travot raised an eyebrow. That's a bit violent...but it is a droid...but does that make it right? It may be an artificial construct, but it does have the ability to know and feel pain...He quickly dismissed the train of thought from his head out of necessity of focusing on current realities. Travot attempted to smile, though he wasn't certain that the droid could see it.

"Could you tell me where the bridge is?"

Travot could hear muffled snickering ebb through the suit's encrypted comlink.

"Well," started the droid, "you are one level below it. If you take that hallway over there, you take a left, then go down about twenty meters to the lift, take it up, and follow the black line pained on the floor."

"Thank you."

Kether's voice flowed through his helmet's speakers, "Could be a trap."

Travot switched his external vocator off.

"Even if it isn't, I'm willing to be the bridge is pretty heavily guarded from that route," mused Travot, "it doesn't sound like it'd be easy going."

"We need more men."

"And we'll probably get more as the battle dies down," mused Travot, "but this doesn't seem to be a high priority prize to Republic command...but I have an idea."

 

[Corvus Raaf]

[Post=11/20]​

Corvus watched. The Kamarian adjusted the pillows for the Hutt with his four arms while he spoke. He had the Hutt's full attention. It was almost comical the way the meter tall Ranat tried to nestle into the folds of the Hutt’s fat in order to hear what was being said.

Corvus watched carefully as the Hutt conferred and nodded. Then she slowly gazed around the room, noting the side tunnels and the placement of guards. She estimated there must be at least forty gang members at the party, which meant there were others on the surface and serving as guards. But how many? No doubt during their break shey would be able to mingle in the crowd.

The Hutt signalled to the band, and they stopped playing. The Hutt held out her huge arms. Her flesh trembled. The room fell silent.

"We hear the Jedi have arrived with a Provisional Committee from the Senate," she pronounced. "Foolish beings - they think they can get rid of us."

The gang's soldiers laughed and pounded the hilts of their blaster rifles on the floor.

 

[Farryn Loragwyn]

Objective: A
Allies: [member="Weiss"] | [member="CT-504"] | [member="DS-772"]

Sofia and her squad, Echo had recieved last minute orders to enter the cryo facility, destroy any droid security forces that remained and unfreeze any clones they may find until the facility was under the control of the Galactic Republic.

As usual Sofia was placed in the back of her squad and this time she did not complain. Unlike the rest of Squad Echo, she wore no armour except for a light helmet for the HUD and comlink function it had. This was different from what she had been used to so far and it even made Sofia a little nervous. Confined space was her weakness especially due to her preference - or some may call it stubboness, of wearing either no armour or the lightest armour she was required to.

The squad entered the cryo facility carefully with their sergent at the head. Pieces of droids destoryed by members of the Galactic Repbulic members littered the ground before them but the squad still erred on the side of caution in their approach. All new rooms they entered were tatically checked by a third of the squad and a call of "Safe" had to heard before the remainder of the squad were allod to approach. Their Sergent preferred to err on the side of caution.

The squad's approach was slow and careful as but it was better than losing half the squad should something unexpected occur. Sofia stood in the back of the squad, light machine gun in hand, keeping watch in the back should some unexpected ememies try to attack them from behind as squad Echo advanced further in the cryo facility.

 

[Weiss]

Objective A
Post 15/20

There was a foul stench. Something brushed past his head. He forced his eyes open, barely able to feel his legs.
He blinked, the visor gave off a sparking light then died again.

In the distance a muffled explosion got Weiss to wake up some more though. He drew in a heated breath.
Burnt flesh, it was the smell of butnt flesh.

This time he forced open his mouth and let it all out in a painful scream.

He forced his left arm toward his thigh and flipped open the pocket and reached for the injector inside.


[member="CT-504"] [member="DS-772"]

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: D

[ 14 / 20 ]

[Dev Post 10]

Travot thanked the droid before leading his small squad into the outside hallway. They followed the droid's directions explicitly and quickly found the lift. He eyed its huttese language markings curiously before turning around to take stock of the rest of the environment and his men. This area is far too open to make a stand. We can't stay here long and expect to hold out against larger numbers. The jedi turned to Kethers.

"Does anyone here have demolitions or explosives of any sort?"

"I have several rolls of Detonite tape and some detonators to go with it," said Kethers, "but I think the rest of us just have the standard issue frag grenades. We weren't exactly planning on doing massive amounts of damage to a ship that we are trying to capture."

"A fair point," admitted the dark-haired man, looking around before his eyes settled on a hexagonal viewport.

Travot walked over to it, making note of its relatively large size and view. It seemed as if the ship to ship fighting had almost completely died down, judging by the lack of weapons fire being exchanged between any of the ships. They must know what's coming...He turned back to Kethers.

"We're going to demolish this window. Go ahead and mark it with your tape and a detonator."

"Ah...yes sir."

 

[Tanith Alde]

Objective A
Post 6/20
Location: Classified
Squad: Scion
Casualties: 22

DS-772 Forced his eyes open. Breathe, step, keep walking. Around his was madness, the moans and groans of the dead and dying. Blood, scorch marks, fire, death, it sorrounded him. He looked down, a long jagged spike of durasteel was lodged in his ribs. Not good. Another step, keep walking. Keep the men alive. Redemption. Shot, blast, another dead droid, endless waves. So much pain....Scrapped another clanker, move forward, step, breathe, repeat.

[member="Weiss"]

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: D

[ 15 / 20 ]

[Development post 11]

"Kethers, give me your gun."

The trooper briefly stopped applying the explosive tape to turn and hand over his BlasTech T-21 light repeating blaster. Travot experimentally moved the weapon around. Despite being a "light" repeater, Travot had always found it rather heavy to lug around. Yet with his suit of power armor, it felt like he was wielding a blaster carbine in terms of weight. Still, he hadn't quite mastered the suit's movement to get the precise movements he would need to be accurate. But accuracy might not be a concern at the ranges we're fighting at...He turned his eyes and attention to the rest of the assembled Republic troopers.

"I guess it goes without saying to stay away from the window. Here's the plan. I'm going to be the bait, and hopefully lure the right amount of opposition here. Once they're here, Kethers blows the window and decompresses this entire area. We'll let the environment finish up them off and move to a hopefully less guarded bridge. Questions?"

Kethers stuck the cylindrical detonator into the plastique explosives, "Don't die on us jedi, I'm beginning to grow fond of you."

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: D

[ 16 / 20 ]

[Development Post 12]

While Travot knew only the most basic characters of Huttese, it didn't take long for him to figure out which button and floor button was "up" simply because of the arrangement of the controls. He silently thanked the Maker that it seemed Hutts too arranged things in a similar logically fashion as the rest of the galaxy. The lift lurched upwards, stuttered, came to halt, and then lurched upwards again. Looks like the emergenc power to run even their most basic shipboard functions isn't up to par. He shrugged the thoughts away as the lift reached the floor. The doors creaked open to reveal a short hallway that led to pair of blast doors. Like the droid had mentioned, there indeed appeared to be a black line painted on the floor that would lead someone straight from the lift to the bridge, but the hall was so comically short that Travot didn't know why the line was needed, unless someone might initially be more inclined to try a maintenance hatch than the obvious door. More importantly to Travot, there was a motley group of guards standing in front of that door. One immediately began to fire at him before Travot even responded. He indiscriminately held the trigger down on his borrowed weapon and slapped the door close button. As the flood of incoming fire thickened, Travot pressed himself against the side wall of the lift, escaping the torrent of fire surging through the door. The doors slowly slid shut, and continued to do so despite being battered by blaster fire. The lift began to slide down to the lower floor, Travot could hear guttural shouts and what he thought was a huttese curse word.

Now to see if they'll take the bait...

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: D
[ 17 / 20 ]
[Development Post 13]

Travot exited the lift. His eyes immediately fell upon a new body laying prone on the ground with blood streaming out of the alien's temple. Judging by the alien's lack of heavy armor or weapons gear, the jedi guessed that he was one of the ship's basic crew. If the hydrospanner still belted on his side was any indication, Ravenna guessed that he was some sort of mechanic. Travot turned to Kethers.

"What happened here?"

"He came around the corner, so we silenced him. Didn't want him to sound the alarm before you set your trap."

Travot turned his eyes on the alien before briefly closing his eyes. He reached out through the Force to feel the energy flow the creature's body. While the being seemed unconscious, it felt to Travot that the alien was not in any imminent danger. His eyes snapped open. He probably got a good concussion from whoever gave him that blow...best to have a doctor take a look at him when we have the chance. Travot walked over and gently rolled the alien over to give it a more traditional assessment. He could see the green-skinned chest rise and fall fairly regularly. If it was a human, the rate and depth would be sufficient for normal respiration. But Travot was not familiar with the name of the species, let alone its actual physiology. He shook the thought and turned his eyes to the lift and frowned.

"They haven't recalled the lift..."

"Looks like they're not buying it," muttered Kethers, "which is really too bad."

"All right, move this guy back to the cafeteria, lock him in there with the droid, and fall back here. We're going to blow the window then."

"Yes sir mister jedi," quipped Kethers.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: D
[ 18 / 20 ]
[Development Post 14]

"I'm not seeing any caf," joked Travot as Kethers rounded the corridor back to the lift lobby.

"They were fresh out; sorry boss."

It took Kethers several minutes to run the unfortunate alien back to the cafeteria before he returned. During that time, Travot considered the options available to them, while faintly hoping that the bridge guards would leave their post to run into his otherwise failed trap. There were few options that he liked, but there was always one option could potentially work. It'll have to do. He turned his eyes to Kethers.

"Blow it."

The trooper tapped a button on the detonator control. A brilliant flash of light enveloped the lobby as the glass shattered. A constant howl of air flowing out of the ship filled his ears before his helmet filtered out that background noise. Travot's HUD lit up as unsecured objects began flying out of the window due to the pull of the decompression. Well, no-one else is getting through here except us...unless they also have spacesuits...

Travot turned his attention to the lift. Now we're going to break this too...Travot walked up to the lift doors and began to cut through the doors with the suit's cutting laser. The others briefly hesitated before Kethers joined Travot in the task. The outline of the door melted under their handiwork, and with their powersuits, the troops began to simply rend the remaining door out of its entryway.

"We're just going to keep on removing things," said Travot as they entered lift, "by breaking all of the seals, we're going to deprive the guards of their oxygen seal."

They began cutting through the lift's carriage's ceiling. Once a large enough hole was established, the troops rocketed up on their thrusters or climbed up the rails before they began to cut away at the lift doors to the bridge corridor.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: D
[ 19 / 20 ]
[Development Post 15 ]

The lift doors to the bridge corridor seemed thicker to Travot than the last set, but that didn't bother him nearly as much as the noise behind the doors. They had started out yelling and shouting, and he had expected that. He knew that cutting down the doors wouldn't be a remotely stealthy operation. Yet he had not expected silence to come just after that. In his experience, silence from an enemy had typically been a bad experience. The troops peeled the sliding doors away from their frame. Air gushed out from the corridor into the lift shaft as the vacuum sucked it away. Travot peeked out of the doorframe to view the hallway, but Kethers beat him to it.

"There's no-one there. Want to bet they're cowering behind the bridge doors now?"

"Always another obstacle," said Travot, stepping into the bridge corridor, "and this blast door looks thicker. It will take a lot of time to cut through it."

"They'll know that we're coming through it."

If they know something, or they think they know something, we use that to our advantage...

"Retz and Ubwen, start cutting at the bridge door. Everyone else, we're going to cut through that maintenance hatch..."

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective: D
[ 20 / 20 ]
[Development Post 16]

It took the five men only a minute to crack through the thin maintenance hatch, even as Retz and Ubwen attempted to cut more than a centimeter through the turadanium blastdoor. Travot could hear a hiss of escaping gas from the bridge, but it was quickly silenced. They're probably putting emergency vacuum seals on the other side to prevent the gas from escaping. Suffocation isn't the worse way to go...but I bet it still isn't pretty...He rent the last remaining bits of the maintenance hatch from its hinges. They knew that the door would likely be too narrow for them to go through in their spacesuits, yet Travot had not expected it to be much smaller than the hatch which covered it. But it was. Travot didn't think that anything bigger than one of those scurrying MSE-6 "mouse" droids could get through it.

"Another bust."

"Maybe not," said Travot, kneeling down to inspect the pathway carefully, "give me a grenade."

Kethers handed him a ball-shaped charge. Travot carefully inspected it before flipping its activation stud and tossing it down the shaft. He heard it clatter up against a wall. Closing his eyes, Travot reached out through the Force to telekinetically grip the charge before hurling it past the corner to rest up against the hatch door that led into the bridge. He glanced at the chrono display in the helmet. Any second now...While they couldn't see the explosion, they could feel its shockwave. Air howled through the corridor as the bridge began to lose its atmosphere. Travot turned to Kethers.

"Another grenade please..."

Kethers handed him another explosive, but this one was a cylindrical fragmentation grenade. Travot repeated the procedure of the first grenade. But this one cleared the maintenance droid corridor to clatter onto the floor of the bridge itself. The explosion's resulting shockwave did not seem nearly as large as that of the first grenade, but Travot guessed that based on its position of detonation, it was far more dangerous. A blinking icon popped up on his HUD, indicating that someone was broadcasting on an open channel.

"...republiz forces, wez give up. Pleaz stop attacking-"

Travot toggled the suit's comlink, "Crew of the Stuka Crispo, we accept your surrender. Immediately open your bridge doors now to allow access by a Republic prize crew...we will begin to make the necessary repairs and treat the injured..."

 

[Weiss]

Objective A
Post 16/20
Allies: [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="DS-772"] [member="CT-504"] [member="Sofia Annesley"] [member="Valkren Calderon"]

Weiss grinned in pain as the needle penetrated the skin and tissue of his right thigh. The injector soon forced its bacta content into his system, easing the suffering and speeding up his recovery. He laid still for a short moment to catch his breath then he pulled himself up by supporting himself toward the nearby wall.

In the corner of his eye, through his broken vizor he could see [member="DS-772"] holding the position still.Looking in the other direction he recognized more troopers fighting desperately to fend of the waves of droids marching against them.

"Frek..." he hissed and grabbed his rifle. They would need to hold this place a little bit longer to ensure the cryo chambers would not fall back into droid hands.

"To any Republic forces out there. This is Captain Weiss of the Republic Marine Core. We are pinned down just outside of the control room. To secure the objective... *cough* we request reinforcement....* he pulled up the barrel of the rifle and aimed it down the corridor past [member="DS-772"]

The situation looked dire.

 

[Corvus Raaf]

[Post=12/20]​

"They will regret coming up against me. I vow to you today, no committee will blast me off this planet!" The Hutt suddenly stood, her flesh waving. "Tell the galaxy - I will never retreat!"

"Well, I didn't think diplomacy would work, anyway," Corvus muttered. "I need to mingle. To look for an opening to get to that data pad bank."

At that moment, an explosion blew Corvus off her stool. Smoke filled the room. The ping of blaster fire suddenly filled the air.

The smoke was so thick and acrid that Corvus's eyes streamed tears. All she could glimpse through the haze was the blur of movement and the flash of blaster fire. Hoarse shouting and battle cries almost smothered the sound of the band-leader shouting, "Whoa, show's over!"

Corvus reflected this could be an opportunity. No doubt the Hutt has an escape plan for just this kind of attack. She'll take off and Corvus might be able to get to those datapads.

So she used the Force to guide her through the smoke.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective D
Location Stenness Moon
Posts 2/20

Well, so much for going by herself. Kay had arrived a few days earlier, on her own by a hired transport and it would seem that the pilot didn't really know of the Stenness Moon at all and had taken her to the wrong section and the wrong building. She was utterly in the wrong place. Word was spreading about fighting taking place on the other side. Chaos.

And just as she was about to make her way there to see if she could help, she received a message. There was trouble on Commoner in one of the warehouse districts, one of which she had helped build up through trade deals. It was a hostage taking from two rival companies and she needed to be there to negotiate. Oh how wonderful.

Kay looked about and wondered just how easily it would be to make her way back. No doubt she'd have to pay extra for the transport.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective D
Post 17/20

The Crystal floated just next to him.
The landing site held a small pond with a bench next to it. It had inspired him, it had made him sense that now was the time. The Grand Master of the order had made her way for a mission, no doubt of semi-political nature to sort out republic business with the rulers and movers on Taboon. that was how it worked most often, the jedi could go where no republic official could go and it made sense for the jedi to ensure that all efforts of peaceful outcomes were taken into account.

[member="Corvus Raaf"] however was not on Taboon alone. Mantic had been on board her ship but left behind. It had actually been a moment of respite for him and the moment he had laid his eyes on that pond he had known what he was meant to do here.

This new crystal would help him control his saber even more. Slowly his mind started to fill the many pieces, first pulling them apart to have its new central crystal in place.
The heart of his saber was a precious item and he took his time to get t know it. He gently focused his will upon it.

Returning to the foundation of his beliefs he silently spoke the familiar words:

There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

There is no death, there is the Force.
He held those words in is heart for a moment. Then he opened his eyes and witnessed as the saber reassembled.