Finally made something nice. I actually designed this particular saber to be my character's from my fan fiction, as apprentice to Plo Koon. It borrows heavily from his saber with a few other inspirations added in there. I haven't added a Covertec wheel so it isn't quite there yet but that's the last thing. Materials are mostly PVC with a few other things used. The emitter rings are bass wood, and the pommel is a combo of wood, foam, and PVC. I really hope to make a second saber one day and turn this design into an actual working saber with one of those preconstructed light/sound kits. Unfortunately the only PVC I can find is Schedule 40 and the inner diameter is too small to host any kits I've found.
Saso cast a sideways glance when he noticed Plo Koon’s hand creep towards the hanging lightsaber on his belt. The Padawan could feel the Force swirl around the room in a kind of emotional maelstrom, yet Plo’s demeanor seemed eerily tranquil—an immovable object inhabiting the eye of the storm. The calm was something foreign to the young Force-user, Saso felt his heart churning in his chest and a dull ache at the back of his mind warned him of what was coming. He hardly needed to tap into the Force to reveal the danger: the perfectly timed
clang-clang of mechanical footsteps might as well have been a klaxon heralding their arrival.
The gang of battle droids spilled into the chamber in a wide circle, cutting off any chance of escape for the two Jedi but obediently refraining from opening fire until ordered to do so by some unseen commander.
Saso rested a hand on his own saber and gripped it tightly.
Colored silver with splashes of gold, several circular discs attached to the blade emitter, with a decorative, almost skeletal-looking pommel at its end; it appeared as an echo of his master’s own weapon. A wrap of tanned nerf leather providing excellent grip was the most obvious difference. Unusual material for a Jedi to use—being from an order that placed such sanctity on life in all its forms—but not explicitly forbidden.
Years ago Saso had constructed the saber, lifting the various pieces into the air with his newfound Force abilities and failing multiple times until the correct combination of components and Kyber crystal were aligned properly. At that point the sum of the parts had felt alive somehow, a pure connection created between him and the crystal as it linked with his methods of tapping into the energy.
Now it was different, the silver tube felt scalding beneath his tight grip, begging him to call upon its power to protect… even to destroy.
Plo had now ignited his saber and Saso followed suit. The blue blade made its characteristic
snap-hiss as it shot out and Saso twirled the lightsaber once before striking a wide battle stance. His master gave the silent order that the Padawan felt in his head and they both leapt forward.
It was in these moments when he felt most conscious, most in tune with his emotions and the Force feeding into them. With a snarl he landed, dropped into a roll, and popping out of it cut a super battle droid cleanly in half, lubricant and oil droplets spraying into his face.
Raising the blade upward deflected two shots harmlessly away. He ducked and spun in place as a barrage of crimson laser bolts sliced through the air where his head had been a moment before. Pulling the lightsaber’s hilt close to his chest, Saso extended it outward to allow the blade to skewer a droid through the slender, domed shape head. Teeth bared, he watched the beam of blue plasma melt the visual sensory module into slag until the bipedal figure collapsed in a smoldering heap.