#bled kyber crystal

[charmwasjess]

I always assumed the deal with Count Gora hating Dooku for being Force sensitive went back to the ancient Sith occupation of Serenno, his own house being tainted by association with the very people his family allegedly defeated.

But I was rereading the cursed book and the opening scene where Jenza is robbed, she's specifically going on about how she doesn't care about the money, but she really needs back this special crystal that belonged to her grandmother? And her mother is gonna kill her if she loses it?

How much funnier is it if Gora hated Force sensitives because of a very annoying ex-Jedi mother-in-law??

[mrfandomwars]

I still like the headcanon that the "Darksaber" used to have a white blade but then it got corrupted by the users after being stolen.

And the GIFs above it helps show it

At first it's transparent with a black outline, but then it turns all black with a "white" outline

Star Wars: Rebels | “Trials of the Darksaber”

Legend tells that it was created over a thousand years ago by Tarre Vizsla, the first Mandalorian ever inducted into the Jedi Order.

[redshoes-blues]

The way that Osha bled the kyber crystal of her Jedi master after choking him to death. The weapon he used to kill her mother with. Omfg. The symbolism there is absolutely crazy. And can we talk about how phenomenal the visual was?! The kyber bleeding was cool as hell, but the LIGHT SABER?! That was insane

[samui-desu]

"Since kyber crystals are naturally attuned to the light side of the Force, those who serve the dark side must follow a different path. First, they must seize a pure crystal from the lightsaber of a Jedi they have vanquished in combat—for the saber of a Sith is not given. It is taken. Then, they must infuse that crystal with their pain, anger, and hatred, bending it to their will. This corrupts the crystal, aligning it with the dark side and making it bleed with unbridled crimson power. The bleeding process can yield unpredictable results. Some crystals shatter, making their energies unstable and unpredictable. Others resist their realignment, refusing to be bent toward the darkness. Once a crystal has been properly bled, the primal power it releases becomes not only a deadly instrument in the hands of a Sith Lord, but a symbol of their true strength in the dark side." Darth Sidious

[deusvervewrites]

Bainus AU: While non-organic, Khyber Crystals (an important component of Lightsabers) are actually alive. So I don't know if Momo would be able to make one or not.

Also, FUN FACT!: A "bled" Khyber Crystal is what causes Darksider Lightsabers to turn red, but "healed" Khyber Crystals are white instead.

Thus, it's entirely possible that Midoriya would (after learning/finding how to heal his Khyber Crystal) have a WHITE lightsaber.

I did not know that healed Kyber Crystals turned white. Huh. Also, having read up on bleeding and purifying Kyber, Midoriya purifying the crystals that he bled would be an extremely emotional ordeal which is always nice

[highfantasy-soul]

So my friend saw a meme about Osha's saber turning red so quickly despite Anakin's remaining blue all through killing the younglings, choking Padme, and fighting Obi-Wan and as I talked through it with him, the more I realized why the prequels never showed Anakin with a red saber.

To keep with canon, Luke gets Anakin's old saber and the kyber is BLUE not red. The writers probably didn't want to open another canon of worms by then having to retroactively explain 'so Vader's red saber isn't his original red saber and Obi-Wan somehow purified the kyber and made it blue again for Luke' rather than just....not doing that and having the saber remain blue

A red lightsaber on Mustafar? Visiually would have been a terrible choice for that battle, so blue it remained

Vader bleeding his crystal deserves its own story - just like Osha bleeding hers had it's own story. I really liked the comic where Vader bleeds his crystal [not giving more detail as spoilers in case everyone hasn't read the comics - and if you haven't, I really recommend Darth Vader: Dark Lord of the Sith, it's only a 4 volume run and I thought it was great]

Anakin had a LOT going on through that entire movie - it wasn't a situation where he'd been repressing his emotions for so long and then was able to point to a singular cause of so much of his pain - his trauma was spread out so it makes sense that one singular act wouldn't be focused enough to bleed his crystal right then and there - Osha, on the other hand, had the singular cause of so many of her emotions right there in that courtyard, and the one who fostered her unjust hate toward her sister is standing right there revealing the truth.

Maybe there is a whole thing where the kyber has to be exposed, not fully in a lightsaber, in order to properly bleed it - in Jedi: Survivor [spoilers] Dagan pulled his crystal out with the force and bled it right in front of us (just as quickly as Osha, I might add), in the comics, Vader holds the crystal and bleeds it, and in The Acolyte, the saber is busted to the point where the crystal was literally touching Osha's hand - as Anakin is a little busy at the moment, he didn't really take the time to take apart his saber to bleed the crystal in the moment.

So idk, people complaining that 'so sabers are like mood rings now and just change that quickly? Guess Anakin wasn't actually all that upset at the end of episode 3!!' just seem so silly to me.

The entirety of The Acolyte's story was Osha dealing with her emotions she had been repressing for 16 years - and the reveal that what she thought was true (which led to the emotions she was told she needed to repress) had always been a lie. The bleeding of her crystal wasn't a quick, easy thing, it took literally the whole season to build up to that point.

And the aftermath when she's collapsed on the ground shaking - holy hell, I love when intense emotions are shown in 'unconventional' ways. Not all of us feel intense emotions and show it through huge, loud, and expansive displays. Some of us collapse in on ourselves and experience it in 'quieter' ways that are still just as intense as screaming.

Anyways, The Acolyte is really good.

[hallaslins]

“Your lightsaber,” Jayce pointed out, inspecting the flickering of the Kyber inside, the dying crystal already bled and visible through the shattered hilt. There was a faint buzz, the staccato of electricity that signalled the weapon was meant to be on. “It's not supposed to do that.” Viktor turned it over in his hand, and with a shrug and a ghost of a smile — both things Jayce hadn't seen from him in long enough to feel nostalgic over it, and if he let himself dwell long enough he could almost picture the both of them back at the Temple again — and placed it down on Jayce's workbench. “You state the obvious.”

[meandmythoughts210]

The oppressive heat perforated each lungful of hateful, poisonous air. It choked him as he gazed at the figure before him. The magma of Mustafar churned around them, the waves of impenetrable heat rising off the rivers of molten rock adding to the already disconcerting scene.

Anakin, the man–boy–he had thought he knew as he knew himself, was made a stranger by an unfathomable well of hatred, hurt, sorrow. He began to pace along the bank of the molten river, lightsaber in hand.

“You failed, Obi-Wan,” he said in a flat, unaffected tone, “this is your great dereliction.”

“I know.” he swallowed, struggling to speak past the knot of guilt in his throat.

  “I know, I left you here. I–”

Anakin laughed, a bitter sound that echoed unnaturally off the rocks around them. That was not the laugh of his Padawaan, of his brother. He didn’t know this person.

“Your failure came long before our meeting on this hellish planet. For all your wisdom, all your calculations, all your devotion to the Force, you could not see beyond your own nose.”

The hem of his cloak, brought too close to the river of lava, burst into flame. It engulfed him as his quiet bitterness turned into fury.

“I have been a slave all my life. To Wato, to the Jedi, to The Emperor. The Chancellor,” he sneered, “groomed me for years. He made me his perfect puppet. Why didn’t you sense it? Why didn’t you suspect? Why didn’t you intervene?”

The flame was searing his flesh, a foul stench filling the air. They danced around his head, crowning him with his own destruction. As he lurched forward, he ignited his lightsaber, the blue Kyber crystal having been bled to a bloody crimson. 

“You could have saved me long before this night, Obi-Wan!” he raged. The shadows cast by his fiery halo bent and stretched, making him appear larger.

“This is your doing Obi-Wan! Look at me! Look at me, see what you have made! LOOK AT ME!”

Obi-Wan forced himself to look into the creature's eyes. His stomach clenched as he looked into them. The man was well and truly gone; an animal’s tawny iris, ringed with a wreath of hateful scarlet, looked back at him.

Sorrow like he had never known flooded his heart. He had no defense against the accusations laid before him. They were the same rebukes he had whispered to himself in the lonely hours of the night, as he pleaded with the Force or whatever power was there to allow him to fix it, somehow. 

Anakin's skin was rapidly melting away, dripping absurdly to the ground like the wax of a forgotten candle. Fire seeped through him until there was nothing but charred bones and his robotic prosthetics left. The thing that used to be Anakin continued to advance, swinging it’s lightsaber so that sparks lept from the rocks in front of it as it walked. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He couldn’t speak past the tears that threatened to burst their dam the more he opened his mouth. He took half a step back from the skeleton as it came closer. He wanted to run, but his feet felt as if they were fused to the ground. 

“Your sorrow means nothing,” it said. It plunged its crackling lightsaber into his chest, burying it to the hilt.

He sat up, gasping for air. His chest heaved as his heart thundered inside its cavern, desperately attempting to regulate itself. His lightsaber was in his hand, his thumb on the button, ready to ignite the cerulean blade. 

“A dream,” he told himself, “nothing more than a dream.” It didn’t comfort him.

The night air chilled his clothes, made damp by his panicked sweat. He moved to get out of his makeshift bed, knowing to chase sleep would be futile. He paused as he sat on the edge of the bed, his bare feet resting on the dusty stone floor. Grief, remorse, fear. They weighed him down, fettering him to his bed. 

He felt a weariness beyond his years. The guilt had stretched his soul nearly past its capacity, making each breath, each motion a burden. The weight of so many deaths–Qui-Gon, Sabine, Padme, Anakin, Ahsoka, the list went on and on–sat on his shoulders. He sometimes wondered why he should continue to draw breath or why his heart should continue to beat. What was left?

Some reserve of strength in his soul began to break. The man that used to be Obi-Wan Kenobi put his graying head in his hands and wept.

[liminal-zone]

SHE BLED A KYBER CRYSTAL. SHE KILLED HER FATHER. SHE CHOSE THE DARK SIDE. SHE GOT HER BACK BLOWN OUT AFTER.

[rambheem-is-real]

Jedi General Jayce Talis and Mand'alor'ad Viktor of Clan Zaun

After Mand'alor Vander's betrayal and murder at the hands of his rival and once vod Silco, the Hexsaber disappears. Revered as the symbol of Mandalorian leadership, and with other clans dissenting to Silco's right to the throne without it, the Hexsaber's disappearance causes a big problem for Clan Zaun. The Mand'alor sends his newly adopted ade on a mission to retrieve more Hex crystals to secretly recreate a Hexsaber to solidify the succession and pacify the other clans. Viktor and Jinx track down a lead to Dathomir, and with information from the Nightsisters, Viktor journeys to the planet Carlac for the crystals. Jinx stays behind to protect her buir from the increasing political unrest on Mandalore, and help find her vode. Vi, Mylo, and Clagger had gone on the run after Vander's death, and Jinx suspects Vi has the original Hexsaber. General Talis is sick of fighting this damn war. The Jedi were supposed to be the peacekeepers of the galaxy, but here they were, leading an army of clones into war against the Noxian separatists. With each battle, with each loss of life, Jayce's resolve to figure out how to end the war, quick, increases. Since he was a child, Jayce would dream of a robed being with armored hands, hood obscuring other parts of their body, lit by the purple saber in their possession. It wasn't like any of the purple kyber sabers Jayce had seen, with the inner light shining pure black. Across from the being was another, holding a red saber. No matter how many times he'd seen it, Master Heimerdinger would insist that it wasn't a vision of the future, only a recurring dream created out of Jayce's own fears and anxieties. A latecomer to the Jedi Order, bought out of slavery and freed by Master Heimerdinger himself, he certainly had many. When Geonosis happened, when the first rumors of a Sith lurking in the shadows had started, Heimerdinger eventually reluctantly admitted that Jayce's dream may have been a vision of the Force. The Sith was there... as well as the Hexsaber. A Mandalorian symbol, forged with Beskar and Hex crystals, it was the only blade that could slice through Kyber beams, more durable and Force sensitive than the Jedi Kyber sabers. The Hexcore inside the saber was prone to trying to seduce its wielder with power, with promises of glory, which is why only the strongest willed Mandalorians could withstand the Hexsaber's manipulations and wield it to become Mand'alor. If he kept seeing visions of it, then it was probably important in the fight to destroy the Sith. Jayce, along with his newly assigned padawan, Commander Caitlyn Kiramman, has spent his free time during the last few months of war looking for any trace of Hex crystals, which he could use to build another Hexsaber.

During a particularly brutal aerial shootout, Jayce crash lands on an uninhabited icy planet, but strangely he can hear the song of the Force stronger than ever here. His vision returns in earnest, the red of the bled Kyber blurring into the purple of the Hexsaber in the hands of that mysterious being.

Viktor lands his ship on Carlac, frowning as he sees the wreckage of a smoking fighter ship across the horizon. He wasn't alone, then. The spacecraft looked Republic in origin, and with his luck the pilot was from Piltover. The capital of the galaxy, filled with rich elites that didn't want to bother themselves with the savage ways of Manda'yaim, and headquarters of the Jetiise, who were currently using Mando'ade as meat shields in their war. He zooms in on the wreckage as he moves closer with his buy'ce's HUD, a sinking feeling growing in him as he sees a familiar blue light slicing through the outside panels of the ship to free its pilot.

The pilot was definitely from Piltover, alright.

They were also a karking Jetti.

And they were probably also here for the Hex crystals.

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@sometimesbrave 👀 @ghostdriftexistence i think you'd be into this concept

inspired by me realizing zaunite kisses and kov'nyn/keldabe were the same

i do want to write this into a full fic at some point but here's the lore infodump lol

[twinsunstars]

THE ACOLYTE SPOILERS

“see you in hell jedi”

IS THAT PLAGUEIS WAIT WHO WAS THAT

bazil was really trying his hardest this ep

oooh the way they both floated in the air ahhh love the fights

the way red bled into the kyber crystal…

sol almost said “i love you” 😭😭😭

SOL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

the way vernestra sensed qimir and he sensed her too omg

mae doesn’t even know osha anymore now after she spent so long thinking she was dead 😭😭

i was just sitting there in shock still while listening to vernestra and her conversation with mae

QIMIR WAS YOUR FORMER PUPIL OMG?!

osha and qimir at the end…..

YODA APPEARANCE OMG

PLS GIVE US A SEASON 2

[gffa]

One thing I did appreciate is that The Acolyte did not hold back on that Osha went full dark side, that Sol's kyber crystal was crushed by her anger and hate to the point that it bled into a red saber. She straight up murdered someone who was not fighting back. She killed him because she was hurt and angry, not because he was a threat. Osha's feelings of betrayal and rage were valid, her actions were not. She murdered an unarmed man who was not fighting back, who had no intention of fighting back, who literally forgave her as she choked the life out of him, and nothing of her actions were justified. She wasn't even regretful about it. The dark side can be humanized to a degree, it always has been in Star Wars, that's nothing new. Anakin's everything ever, Maul's pain and desperation for a connection through an apprentice, Dooku's clinging to his care for people like Yaddle or Asajj, the dark side has never been about detached or unsympathetic anger. It's always come from a very human place, that's why the Jedi constantly caution that no one is beyond it. But Osha embraced it here, she stepped over the line and murdered a defenseless man because of her rage, not because it was in any way justified as a killing, and the kyber crystal screamed and bled because of it. You don't get a red saber by being justified, you get it by crossing the line into an act of evil. And props to The Acolyte for not shying away from that, as human as Osha is and will continue to be, her actions were over the line of evil.

[cross-d-a]

Me: …..so in conclusion THAT’S why it’s VERY cool that we got to see the kyber crystal BLEED!!! Super fucking sucks but very awesome we finally get to see it onscreen!!

My poor mother: …..right. Okay then. That’s..when it turned red??

Me: YEAH!!! IT BLED!!!!!!!!!!

My mother: …huh. Okay whatever you say.

[shadowsofdread]

none of this is set in stone & more just ideas i'm rotating around (inspired by a post & some replies from @pyr0clast) for a side character that's pretty hugely relevant to hyroh's padawan training & also hyroh's master, le'raya

re: light as a corrupting or purging force, specifically tied to the memories or a person's self (see: ngani zho from the lost suns, the disney canon stuff about purifying "bled" [red] kyber crystals)

in tsahet's original iteration, he had killed his (manipulative and abusive) master and - through events left vague because i never exactly got around to it - the council essentially had him institutionalized for a time to reform his fall to the dark side, and le'raya had stood by their decision to do so, betraying her first friend in the order. after he was released, tsahet went into a sort of voluntary exile, where he was still technically a jedi, but lived apart from the order and by and large was not given any missions or responsibilities.

what was a bit of a plot-hole in this though was why le'raya would later choose to trust tsahet to temporarily train her padawan, hyroh, who himself was seen as something of a "flight risk" by the council.

so now that i'm returning to tsahet with these new ideas, i'm chewing on the idea of things having gone down a bit differently. le'raya had been the first one to find out that tsahet had killed his master / he had gone to her for help to cover it up, fearing that if the council knew he'd not only killed his own master, but didn't regret it, there may be severe consequences for him (there is, after all, a highly complex prison from TCW designed specifically for "rogue jedi" - in a post-revan era, i wouldn't be surprised if there was something similar back then as well).

le'raya insists that she has to tell the council, but tells tsahet to act remorseful - that the council will help him, if he shows them that he is open to it. tsahet is doubtful, but agrees. le'raya, after all, is the only person that he has a positive relationship with.

the two go to the council and give a not-entirely-truthful but not completely dishonest version of events. tsahet's master is not alive to defend themself, and i'll be gracious to the council and say a few caught red flags from them before this, so it's not entirely unbelievable that psychological stress could've pushed tsahet to do what he did. still, potentially justified or not, he has touched the dark side. the only course of action is to purge, to cure the corruption.

le'raya doesn't see tsahet for an indeterminate amount of time. it is during that time that tsahet undergoes rigorous therapy ('therapy' here used in its broadest meaning: treatment) - hours of meditation with the purpose of realigning himself to the light. that though his master was wrong, there obviously could never be any excuse or reason for tsahet to draw his blade on them out of anger or revenge. a jedi acts from a place of peace and serenity. feel the anger, the rage, and the hurt, and then purge them.

the meditation has side effects. tsahet comes out of it finding that memories that were once painfully crystal-clear are disorganized and disorienting. there are gaps, even, during his time in therapy. he's - confused. he's confused, and though he has meditated, and meditated, and meditated, something within him still burns and aches. but - he shouldn't have done it. he shouldn't have killed his master. shouldn't have even entertained the thought of hurting them. they were harsh, but wasn't it all done in the efforts of making him an exceptional jedi? he just - didn't understand, at the time. after all, if it really was justified, he'd remember it all, wouldn't he? it would make sense.

when le'raya sees tsahet next, he is the same - and he isn't. he's still gruff and abrasive and distant. but the deeper, shielded parts that he once showed her - his frustratingly well-earned arrogance, his sharp wit, the dry sarcasm and the few half-smiles reserved solely for her - seem to have vanished. but he seems better. he should be better (?). he is utterly serene in the force. the surface of an undisturbed pond, with not even a rock or pebble held in the hand waiting to be thrown. she thinks maybe those parts she loved most will come back, with time.

they don't see each other much after that.

tsahet is assigned a new master, and completes his training. he is lauded as one of the best aspiring duelists of their generation, specializing in jar'kai. young padawans marvel at his superior skill and his absolute serenity, even in the throes of the most nail-biting sparring matches.

later, le'raya - who has heard but not seen the rumors for herself - decides to reach out to tsahet, who has been offering his services to the taris reconstruction. her padawan, hyroh kaah, has recently expressed an interest in jar'kai, and it is not an art form she feels confident enough to teach him. the secondary concern, however, is the jedi council's increasing scrutiny of her padawan. particularly, that he may be too attached to her, too emotionally volatile, his understanding of the jedi code and philosophy too elementary, and le'raya's methods too unconventional - all making him a poor fit for the responsibilities of a jedi and a risk if he continues on this path.

(le'raya wonders, still, if there was more to what tsahet experienced during his treatment, but she trusts - she hopes - that he is still the man she remembers him to be)

(he isn't.)

[jedi-nurse]

I find it incredibly interesting that the Inquisitors lightsabers all look identical. There are some slight differences. They also go by the name of Brother and Sister, with the exception of the Grand Inquisitor. All their individuality has been removed by the Empire, they are mearly pawns in the game.

In contrast Jedi each have a unique lightsaber. They embrace what makes them unique, honing in on their special Force abilities.

They took these people who were Jedi Knights and temple guards and bled them they way they bleed a kyber crystal. Turning them into assassins whose only purpose was either to turn more force-sensitive individuals to the dark side or snuff out the remaining ones, therefore snuffing out hope.

*hope my rambling makes sense*

[sepublic]

Man, just. There’s an almost terrified faith in the dark side to save her, to protect her, a faith in that bled lightsaber that’s murdered and represents her misery to nevertheless get her out of this situation. Because despite everything the dark side has done to the Ghost, it’ll still get her out of this like it always has, right? The Ghost is trapped and scared, so she’ll default to what she always knows, what she’s always done and relied upon as her universal solution to fear.

But then. Then the lightsaber turns on, and the Ghost is just as shocked as Daal, just as taken aback, neither could’ve imagined this, as much as the other, that one would stoop so low and it’d end like this. The Ghost so desperately trusts in the dark side as she clings to her bled kyber crystal, and then it all turns on her the moment it’s found someone shinier, newer.