Tuning the Blade

I had my lightsaber hilt balanced against a heavy ceramic mug, inspecting the emitter ring before Donte could find another cosmic mess for us to untangle. A stray brass watch gear on the desk caught my eye, catching the morning light like a tiny focusing crystal. With a steady turn of a precision screwdriver, I seated the gear flush against the pommel until it locked with a satisfying click. If you're going to keep the perimeter secure, your gear might as well look sharp doing it. A quick flip of the activator, and a crisp hum hummed right through my fingers.