The two returned to the entrance of the cave, where 32 was already waiting.
On the way, Milisen couldn't stop staring at her small crystal.
"Amir, why did you bring a rock out?" she asked, suddenly noticing what he was holding.
"Is it possible... that this is a Kyber crystal?"
"What?!!" Milisen was completely shocked. "Why... why is mine so small?"
"Lightsabers are usually made with ones your size," Amir explained. "I don't know what to do with one like this either."
"Oh." Milisen didn't dwell on it and continued to look at her own crystal.
"Amir, why is there a crack in my crystal?" Milisen asked after thinking for a long time.
Only then did Amir notice the crystal in her hand.
"Let me see."
Taking the crystal from Milisen, Amir found that there was indeed a thin red line inside the crystal, making the blue crystal look a bit strange.
Amir examined it repeatedly for a long time. This Kyber crystal gave him a very different feeling, but he couldn't say exactly why. He had to hand it back to Milisen.
"It does have a crack, and some strange changes have occurred. I don't know if it can still be used to make a lightsaber."
"Ah?! No, it definitely can! It guided me. I spent so much effort finding it. It definitely can!" Milisen stared into Amir's eyes and said.
Seeing Milisen's expression, Amir smiled.
"Keep it. Since you believe it can, then it definitely can."
Milisen didn't choose disappointment, nor did she want to give up on this crystal to find another one. She chose to believe in it.
Then Amir would definitely support her.
Kyber crystals weren't as fragile as imagined; on the contrary, they were very strong, even stronger than most alloys. So the internal crack was likely not caused by impact or other factors, but rather impurities incorporated during the crystal's growth.
Amir had never heard of such a situation, but then again, he hadn't heard of many other situations either.
He could only go back and ask Obi-Wan.
What Amir could do was design a lightsaber blueprint for Milisen as best he could, one that would better fit this Kyber crystal so it could be successfully activated.
Hearing Amir's words, Milisen became happy again, looking at the crystal in her hand from left to right, liking it very much.
"32, how about your crystal?"
Hearing this, 32 took two small crystals out of his pocket. Compared to Milisen's, 32's were much more normal.
"Did you find two?"
"Mm. They grew together."
Amir thought for a moment. "You used a double-bladed lightsaber in your training before?"
"Mm."
"Then I know what style your lightsaber will be, haha."
"The next step is to design the lightsabers. I will draw blueprints for you according to your ideas and prepare the parts. Now, think about what kind of lightsaber you want. Whether it's material or appearance, the one that fits you is the best," Amir said.
"Hehehe..." Milisen fell into some fantasy and giggled.
32 looked at his crystals thoughtfully.
The three quickly returned to the ship.
After taking off, Amir recorded the coordinates of this mine and left.
Ilum should also be under Imperial surveillance.
They were lucky this time to encounter a safe mine.
In the future, new younglings would definitely come here to make their first lightsabers. Recording the location of this mine would prepare them for the future.
. . .
Coruscant
A solemn palace.
A figure in black robes sat on a massive throne.
He was the pinnacle of power in the galaxy, the sole Emperor, Darth Sidious.
There was no one beside him. He was looking at the holographic projector in front of him.
Projected was a person covered entirely in black armor, kneeling on one knee, emitting heavy breathing sounds.
"What is it, my master."
Darth Sidious looked at this work of art he had personally crafted, a smile appearing on the aged face under the hood.
"I saw your old master, Obi-Wan Kenobi."
Darth Vader froze for a moment, then looked up. "Do you need me to find him?"
"No, no, my powerful apprentice. As you said, Obi-Wan is not important. We already control everything." The Sith Emperor paused. "But there is one thing. Obi-Wan's new apprentice, Amir. He is what I want."
"Tell your Imperial Inquisitors to search for him at all costs and bring him to me!"
Darth Vader replied respectfully, "Yes, my master."
After speaking, Darth Sidious stood up and walked outside.
Walking through the bright and magnificent corridor, he arrived at the door of a room. Slowly pushing the door open, he saw the person inside.
"Boris Ascot, you must have something to say to me."
Boris, sitting in the corner of the room, looked like a dried corpse, with messy hair, a dirty beard, and tattered clothes.
He opened his mouth slightly but couldn't say anything.
"We are old friends. We once had the same pursuit, a great goal. Now you run in the opposite direction." Sidious stood motionless, his smile becoming increasingly cruel. "You will stay here forever until you understand what you need to do."
With a light wave of his hand, two agents behind him stepped forward and helped Boris up. They needed to keep him healthy so he could experience endless pain.
. . .
The Archives
The Grand Inquisitor was sitting intently at a desk, his hands placed flat on the table just as his teacher had taught him when he was a child.
In front of him was a hologram recording the secret history of the ancient Sith.
Things were different now. He could query all the data in the entire archive at will.
No longer like the humble Jedi he once was, where any curiosity or thirst for knowledge was ruthlessly stifled by that old woman in the Jedi Archives.
His every request to view files was met with rejection.
But the Jedi were history. He now had powerful strength; as the Grand Inquisitor, he also had extremely high authority; most importantly, he could view all the archives at will.
Forbidden knowledge, buried history, secrets of dynasties... he even wished he could live here forever!
And Jocasta Nu, that pathetic woman, would never see the archives she had guarded for half her life again. She could only be sadly buried with the Jedi Order.
If Milisen knew his thoughts, she would be shocked, like a poor student looking up at a straight-A student.
Just then, the communicator on the side rang. He was about to see which blind fool dared to disturb his studies, but when he turned his head, he found it was a figure shrouded in black armor.
That was his greatest fear.
The Grand Inquisitor hurriedly stood up, straightened his body, and connected the holographic call.
Heavy breathing came through. Looking at the Grand Inquisitor who had bowed his head deeply, he spoke: "I have a mission for you."
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