Jaheem had more than one crystal now and it seemed a shame to let something so valuable go to waste. He sits down on his work bench and gets to it assembling the parts as he was taught in the academy. for many hours the workshop would be filled with the gentle scraping of metal on metal. The pieces floated around him, held aloft by the force they gentle circled the sith and he would occasionally pluck one from the air as he needed. The process was long and in the end he didnt end up with anything revolutionary but it would hold a crystal.
Sith Lord | Inquisitor | Human | Aspirant | Intimidating | Not without some charm | Fearsome "You lack discipline, you lack control, that is why you are weak." Robes, Lightsaber, Comm unit, Data Pad Jania Seyjeer - attendant