Author’s note: This story was based upon a drawing I drew of Wind and DeWriter (of @ask-de-writer) as Jedi. After @ask-the-chan-family wrote his story, featuring Wind and Marchhare, I felt inspired to write the story on how Youngling Wind and Master Marchhare met.
Jedi Master Thomas belongs to @ask-the-chan-family.
While this story features official/cannon characters, it also features my Original character Wind Whisp(er), and @ask-de-writer‘s characters Marchhare and Black Lotus. Reproduction in any form, physical, electronic or digital is prohibited without the express consent of the author.
This Story beings just after the Events of “A Phantom Menace”. I originally wrote this story 4 years ago, and wanted to update it ,with different plot points, and cameos.
Please enjoy.
Chapter 2: Lightsabers
Wind Whisp, Padawan learner and Apprentice to Master Marchhare D'Writer, sat in one of the meditation chambers of the Jedi temple.
Over the last 10 years, Wind had flourished under the tutelage of her Master. Her skills in the Force had improved, as well has her speech in basic. She had also learned to accept the lessons from the other Masters, and along with other Jedi. One particular Jedi, was a young human named Katara. She and Wind had become good friends, and remained good friends even when she went off to train with Master Thomas.
The fourteen year old Catharian (by standard time) was meditating for a hour, as she often did. While she meditated, she contemplated the next big step in her Jedi training.
Her lightsaber.
Now, it’s not as though she hadn’t used a lightsaber. In fact, she was very well trained in lightsaber combat, preferring the use of Form V. However, her training had consisted of using the basic, standard issued lightsaber all Younglings were given once they reached the appropriate age.
The Padawan was contemplating the lightsaber that she herself had to build. She she was successful, she could move on to the trials, and then become a Jedi Knight.
Hopefully.
In order to build her lightsaber, she would have to travel to Illium, the snow planet where all Jedi traveled to when it came to building their lightsabers.
She already knew the shape that she wanted to use. It would be straight, near the emitter, and then a slight curve at the bottom of the handle. What she really wanted, however, was a lightsaber blade that was a different colour from the other Jedi.
Master Windu’s lightsaber blade was amethyst, symbolizing his strength. Her Master, Marchhare’s lightsaber was based upon an ancient design he had found from the archives written about the Knights of the Old Republic. The handle was brass, shaped like a cutlass hilt, and the blade was broad and yellow.
Wind opened her eyes as the chamber door opened. She smiled as her Master, D'Writer entered.
“Master?” She asked, as her smile disappeared at the sight of Marchhare’s concerned face. “Is something the matter?”
Marchhare stroked his beard. He often did that when he was deep in thought. “No, my Padawan. I have some news.”
Wind quirked her eyebrow. “Good news, or bad news?”
“We are to travel to Tatooine.” He answered her unasked question “It seems that the Council has given us our first official mission.”
Wind blinked. “Tatooine? What’s on Tatooine?”
“Well, it seems a small village is having difficulty with the local fauna.” Marchhare explained. “We are to go and help them.” He held up a finger, as Wind gasped in excitement, “That is… if you are successful in building your lightsaber.”
Wind stood up. “I… I have the handle parts in my room. I just… can’t decide on the blade.” She held her hands behind her back, and looked down at her feet. “I don’t think I’ll be able to make it…”
Marchhare placed his right hand on her right shoulder, as he often did. Jedi weren’t allowed to hug one another. It was against the Code. However, he found that whenever Wind started to doubt herself, and that when he touched her shoulder, she would calm down.
“I have no doubt that the answer will present itself at the right time.” Marchhare said to his Padawan, with a warm smile. Wind looked up at him, and blinked. “Now, go and get your things. I’ll meet you down in the shipyard at the ‘Caravan’.”
Wind nodded confidently. “Okay, Master.” She ran out of the chamber.
A few moments later, she arrived at the door to her room, ans skidded to a halt. She pressed the button, and the door slid up. Her room was the standard Padawan room. It was a small room, six feet by six feet, and nine feet tall. The single window, at the far end, showed the vast, common, amount of starship traffic. The halogen light flicked on automatically as she walked in. There was a simple cot bed, and a closet where she kept her Jedi robes, and cloaks.
Wind opened the closet, and spotted her basic lather shoulder bag. She opened it to make certain that all the parts to her potential lightsaber were inside.
“Still no crystal…” She sighed. “What am I to do?”
She closed her eyes to calm her nerves. As she did, she sensed something hidden under bed. She turned around from the closet, and used her Force pull to bring whatever it was out to her.
A small wooden box was pulled her hand, much like metal to a magnet.
The small box was three by three, by three inches., Made of metal, and It was carved with Cathar runes. It read “For my daughter”.
Wind gasped, the metal itself was Beskar. Metal that was strong enought to withstand blaster fire and ligthsabers. Dismissing that, she opened the lid.
Inside was a small note, also written in Cathar. “My Young Kitten, you may be too young to remember, but this necklace belonged to your Grandmother. She wanted you to have it when you were old enough. Since you are going away to become a Jedi, I had to give it to you earlier then I had hoped. - Mother.”
Wind sat on her knees as tears came to her eyes.
In her anger of her youth, She had forgotten about the box. She tucked the note into a pouch on her belt, and then pulled out the necklace. She draped the thin silver chain over her left hand, and held the gem in her right. It was a rainbow gem, made from a silicon-based lifeforms native to the planet Gallinore . It was oval shaped, and 3 inches long, and it seemed to shimmer with an inner light.
Wind blinked. It was beautiful. Her ears perked up as she had an epiphany… it would be the perfect gem for her lightsaber. The blade would be white, and, have enough power to make a broadhead saber.
Rainbow gems were rare. So rare, in fact, that she knew that no other Jedi would even think about using one in their lightsaber. She also knew that an Rainbow gems of this size and quality would be worth several hundred thousand credits. If she wanted to sell it, she would be able to buy her own star fleet.
She shook her head to rid it of that thought.
She placed the necklace over her head, and around her neck. Master Marchhare was waiting for her. She had to hurry. She grabbed her bag, and ran out of her room and headed to the Jedi ship dock.
A few moments later, Wind huffed, slightly out of breath, as she entered the large dock area. Jedi of all species, and rank, busied themselves, as they went about their tasks and duties. Some nodded and bowed to her as she walked by. She politely did the same.
As she was heading towards Marchhare’s ship, the “Caravan”, which was an old model Corellian VCX-100 light freighter, she was spotted by Master Thomas, and his apprentice, Wind’s Friend, Katara. She was 3 years older than Wind, and had just became a Knight. Wind gasped and spotted her lightsaber. It was gold and silver colored, and shaped like a katana.
“Padawan Wind?” The tall, male Thakwaash, a horse like species from Thakwaa, called after her. She stopped and bowed to both of them.
“Master Thomas. Knight Katara,” She smiled. “I do hate to be rude, but,” She pointed to the “Caravan”, “Master Marchhare is waiting for me.”
Master Thomas nodded. “I know. Just wanted to wish you luck. I just spoke with Master Marchhare, and he mentioned that you were headed to Illium.” He cocked his eyebrow. “You are to attempt to build your lightsaber.”
Wind nodded. “I hope.” She toyed with her new necklace. “I mean… I can only try.”
Katara smiled. “You know what Master Yoda would say to that.”
Wind, Katara, and Thomas spoke in unison “Do. Or do not. There is no try.”
They shared a giggle.
Thomas ruffled Wind’s short spiky hair, styled in the standard Padawan cut. “Trust in the Force, young Wind. No doubt I have that you will succeed.”
Wind blushed. “Th-thank you, Master Thomas.”
Katara smiled at Wind. “I wish you luck, Wind. May the Force be with you.”
“Thank you, Master Thomas. Thank you Knight Katara.” She bowed again, and then headed over to her waiting Master.
Marchhare had his hands folded in the sleeves of his robes, as he waited patiently by the open ramp of his personal ship.
Wind bowed to her Master. “Forgive my tardiness, Master.”
Marchhare smiled. “No apology needed, My Padawan. I had just finished the pre-flight checks.” His eyes flicked to the necklace that Wind was wearing.
“That is a beautiful necklace, Wind. That gem is an a rainbow gem.” He frowned. “Wherever did you get that?”
Wind gulped. “M-my mother hid it in my bag when I left Cathar. It’s my inheritance from my Grandmother.”
Marchhare eyes glinted in understanding. “I see. Well, come along Dear Wind. It is a long journey to Illium.”
Wind and Marchhare boarded the ship. Wind placed her bag in her room, and then headed to the cockpit.
Marchhare sat in the pilot’s chair, as she took her place in the co-pilot’s chair. He flipped his switches as She did the same on her side.
“This is Master Marchhare of the 'Caravan’.” Marchhare spoke into the COMM. “Requesting clearance to launch.”
“This is Star Command Traffic Control.” A male voice responded. “Caravan. You are clear to launch. Follow heading Alpha-two-niner-zero. Use hyperpace channel Bravo.”
“Affirmative.” Marchhare answer.
The Caravan exited the docking bay, left the atmosphere of Coruscant, and headed into hypersapce.
Some hours later, The Caravan dropped into normal space, just a few hundred clicks from the planet Illium. Wind took a deep breath. She had never seen the ice planet before. It was so beautiful.
“All Jedi come here to build their lightsabers?” Wind asked, as Marchhare steered his ship towards the surface of the planet.
Marchhare nodded. “Indeed. Even Master Yoda did.”
Wind gulped nervously as Marchhare landed on an open, flat, field of snow. He flicked some switches, shutting off the engines.
“You are to travel to the Kyber cave nearby.” Marchhare said, as he turned to face Wind. “You are to meditate until you are ready to build your Lightsaber, using only the Force.”
“I’m not allowed to use my hands?” Wind asked in surprise and shock.
Marchhare shook his head no. “No, My Padawan. Jedi use only the Force.”
“And… if the Force fails me?” Wind asked, worry heavy in her voice.
“Do not focus of 'what ifs’.” Marchhare said. “Do not focus on doubts.” He tapped Wind in the middle of her forehead. “Trust in your instincts and trust in the Force.”
Wind nodded. “Yes, Master.” She stood up, and left the cockpit.
….
Marchhare was meditating in his bed chambers on the Caravan. He had been waiting, patiently, for three days for Wind to return. He wasn’t worried, however. Jedi often took several days, or even weeks to build their lightsabers.
He knew Wind would return when she was ready to do so.
He suddenly heard the ramp of the Caravan open. He quickly stood up, left his room, and entered the common/entrance area. He watched as a snow-covered, shivering Wind walked up the ramp slowly, and stood before him.
“M-Master…” Wind said with chattering teeth. “I… r-r-return.”
Marchhare grabbed a spare blanket out of a nearby closet, and then hurried over to Wind. He draped it around her shoulders, and hugged her tightly.
“I see that, Wind.” He said happily and warmly. “I also see that you are a snow-cat.”
Wind shivered as she nodded, trying to purr at the warmth from Marchhare.
“The Force… is useful….” Wind chattered. “B-b-but it d-d-doesn’t keep one warm…”
Marchhare let her go, and held her at arms length. “How went your trial, Padawan?”
Wind let the blanket on her right shoulder drop as she held up her lightsaber. Marchhare’s eyebrows rose in slight shock.
“You were successful.” Marchhare said happily. He held up his right hand “May I?”
Wind placed her lightsaber in her Master’s hand.
Marchhare examined it. It was silver, with a leather wrapped handle. It even had a crossguard. He tapped it. “You went with a hand-and-a half handle. Interesting.” He looked closer at the top half of the handle. “Where did you get the Beskar?”
Wind blushed. “The box my necklace came in… was made of beskar. I used it for the emitter.”
He looked for the activation button. “How do you turn it on?”
Wind pointed to the ring in the middle of the handle. “Twist that ring counter-clockwise.” Marchhare held the emitter up, and twisted the ring with his tumb.
With a snap/hiss the lightsaber sprung to life. It was an iridescent blade, that was mostly turquoise, that scintillateed with a range of subtle colors, including lime green, yellow, orange, and purple. It was wide at the bottom, and tapered to a point, just like a broadsword. Marchhare was extremely impressed as he noticed that arcs of power crawled up the blade.
“You made a lightsaber shaped like an ancient Jedi sword,” He stated as he slashed the blade gently through the air. The blade hummed and hissed powerfully. “It is… truly unique. Very impressive.” He shook his head in awe. “You used your rainbow gem… and thus it has so much power… it’s causing the blade to arc.” He looked at Wind. “Very impressive indeed. Excellent work, Wind.”
Wind beamed from his praise. “Th-thank you.”
Marchhare switched the lightsaber off. “As your Master, I hereby officially claim that you, Padawan Wind Whisp, have passed your Trial. Congratulations. When we return from Tatooine, I will advise the Council that you are ready to take the Trials to become a Knight.”
He held out the lightsaber for Wind to take.
Wind took it and placed it on her belt. She bowed. “Thank you, Master.”
“Go have something to eat, and then rest.” Marchhare said. “I will wake you when we reach Tatooine.”
Wind blinked sleepily. “Yes, Master. Thank you…”
