The journey toward constructing my personal weapon begins not with assembly, but with the deliberate claiming of each component through conquest, precision, and adherence to the tenets of the Dark Side. I have not forged the lightsaber yet—this phase concerns only the acquisition of its elements, each selected and taken in accordance with my standing as a Juggernaut of House Valkorion and a loyal member of the Secret Order.

The primary crystal originates from Korriban, retrieved from the sealed crypt of Darth Arctis, the second recorded Dark Councilor of the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge. His resting place is situated in a forgotten temple buried beneath the Valley of Golg, warded by corrupted holocrons, knowledge-wards, and spectral guardians sustained by his residual intellect. Passing through trials of memory and illusion, I confronted and dismantled manifestations drawn from my own subconscious, twisted by the ancient traps. Deep within the inner sanctum, encased in a lattice of obsidian binding runes, I found his final legacy—a deep crimson kyber crystal, humming with latent cunning and power drawn from centuries of arcane pursuit. It responded to my touch, aligning with my mind and will without resistance.

The hilt, forged from pure beskar, was won through trial by blood. On the storm-scarred plains of Mandalore, I answered the challenge of Virok Krann, war-leader of his clan and final heir to a bloodline long burdened by tradition. We clashed amid the bones of fallen war machines, my blade against his twin beskad, honor against ambition. When I slew him in the old way, blade through breath, I did not merely take his armor—I took his place. By rite of victory and recognition by his dying clan-brothers, I assumed command of Clan Krann, its name, its legacy, and its forges. Every shard of beskar was taken from Virok’s remains—armor, weapons, even the scarred plates of his helmet—and reforged beneath the anvil of his own fallen stronghold. The hilt of my lightsaber will be cast in the soul of Mandalore itself.

For the focusing crystals, I journeyed to Ilum, braving the labyrinthine caverns that once served as the Jedi’s own sacred proving ground. Long after the Empire ravaged its surface, the planet still held secrets in its frozen heart. Beneath shattered arches and half-buried temples, I discovered three high-purity kyber crystals—still vibrant, untouched, and flawless in resonance. Their icy luminescence held firm even in the absence of warmth. These crystals, once intended for Jedi initiates, now pulse in anticipation of their true purpose—serving a weapon worthy of the Emperor’s Hammer.

The final and most dangerous phase will be the secret raid into the Jedi Temple on Tython, now abandoned but still protected by decaying technology and the echoes of Light. There I will secure the power assembly components necessary to complete the saber: a Diatium power cell from the archives’ weapon vaults, a power field conductor hidden within long-forgotten maintenance wings, a power vortex ring buried in research chambers, an inert power insulator sealed in magnetic casings, and the energy gate from the remnants of a Padawan’s shattered weapon. This infiltration will be performed using Sith cloaking disciplines and Force silence, leaving no evidence of my presence.

Each artifact I possess has been taken with intent—from Korriban, Mandalore, Ilum, and soon, Tython. When assembled, this lightsaber will not merely serve as a weapon. It will serve as proof: that the past, the present, and the power of legacy now answer to me.