#my star wars lore is even thinner than wow

[offense-is-the-best-defence]

The reactivation of the Great Forge had kept the Armourer busy, firstly repairing armour in the wake of the battle & then forging more mundane things like agriculture & mining tools. It was after she had finished a batch of these tools that the smallest mandalorian walked into the forge.

‘Din Grogu.’ she said, inclining her head. ‘It is good to see you again.’

Grogu reached into his robes & produced an object well known to her.

The Darksaber. Or at least what was left of it.

Bo Katan had told her of it’s destruction, a thing that seemed almost impossible yet the reality of it sat in front of her. The beskar hilt was bent almost in a U shape & it saddened the Armourer to see such a weapon killed.

Grogu held the saber up, pointing to the Forge.

‘You wish it repaired? I do not know if that is possible.’

‘I told him that too, but he wouldn’t listen.’ came a voice.

‘Din Djarin. I did not think you would be far from your youngling.’

Grogu looked between his father & the Armourer, his ears drooping sadly.

‘Come.’ she said, gently taking the saber from Grogu. ‘Let us see what can be done.’

The Armourer carefully pried the casing apart, wincing as the shattered khyber crystal clattered on the work bench.

‘The crystal is destroyed as is the field energizers but the circuitry is mostly intact.’

‘I have a friend on Tatooine who can help.’ said Din.

‘They have a crystal? Such things are rare.’

‘Perhaps, perhaps not. She can point me in the right direction.’ Din knelt down before his son. ‘I will return soon, help the Armourer.’

Grogu nodded, cooing happily.

The Armourer set to work immediately, she carefully removed the innards of the saber & put them safely in a lock box. Next she had Grogu help in crafting a mould for the casing, directing him to the shape that resembled the old darksaber. The lines of the mould were not as smooth as they could have been but she felt it was important that Grogu leave his mark on the weapon.

The youngling fetched some beskar which was melted in a crucible & poured carefully into the mould.

‘We must wait for the metal to cool.’ she said, putting a lid on the mould. The Armourer drew 2 pictures, one of the mythosaur & the niteowl. ‘Which should we affix to the saber?’

Grogu pointed to the niteowl & then to the hammer that the Armourer wore at her waist.

‘I see. Where shall I place the hammer?’ she asked. A small green finger pointed to the brow of the owl. ‘Very well, it shall be done.’

It took Din Djarin several weeks to return, during which the Armourer showed Grogu the arts of her craft. Realising her tools were too heavy for the youngling, she crafted some that fit his small hands.

Upon the mandalorian’s return, many days were spent mounting the crystal & energisers as well as repairing the circuitry.

‘It is done.’ said the Armourer & placed the saber in Grogu’s hands. ‘Come, let us surprise Lady Bo Katan.’

Bo Katan had made her home near the underground gardens of Mandalore, she was often to be found wandering among the greenery or meditating amongst it’s leaves.

‘Bo Katan. We come to return that which is rightfully yours.’ intoned Din.

Bo looked up, confused.

Grogu stepped forward & using the Force, the saber floated into Bo’s hands.

‘This cannot be. It was destroyed.’ Bo gasped. Her eye caught the sigil forged on the pommel & she smiled, her thumb brushing the small hammer.

The saber burst into life & the humming energy sounded like an old friend to Bo Katan. The reforged blade was black as it always had been but it’s edge glowed a bright blue. Bo bowed her head to the Armourer.

‘Thank you. This is not something that I would think to be returned.’

‘Your thanks are misplaced, Lady Kryze.’ said the Armourer. ‘Din Grogu insisted this be done.’

Bo smiled & lifted Grogu in her arms.

‘Thank you, little one. My saber is yours, should you have need of it.’