"We pulverize the old crystals and switch them out for new ones. Right." As he examined the intricacies of the crystal, he wondered aloud:
"How many more of these unique crystals are there? Because if it's just a matter of getting a pickaxe or our sabers and hacking them off the mountainside, then we'd have an essentially unlimited supply. But then how has no one else found this..." Yerbol shook his head.
"Sorry. Let's take care of this now. There was another bigger rectangle on Neta's map that's just a bit further on from here. If we can hit that and get back to the ship, I'd call it a productive day." 

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It took a bit longer than the Knight had expected with Roan constantly deriding their(particularly his) "clumsy" attempts at the crystal replacement process, but after securing both the reddish blue(or blueish red) and another crystal that laid in the crevice of the split table, the pair managed to make the swap. Roan had cautioned them both to train with their sabers for a short period of time before using them in combat to make sure that the crystal had acclimated to the hilt and other such jargon that Yerbol could only appreciate in form, not substance. Once the sabers were completely assembled, Roan motioned for them to activate their newly crafted weapons. Stepping backwards from the father and daughter pair to give them room in case of an unexpected explosion(or something), he ignited the saber. A rush of heat flowed up his right arm, flushing his back and lower body with a connective energy that he had never felt before. To compliment the exhilarating injection of what he presumed was the Force flowing through the crystal, the red-blue column of light shimmered for a few moments before solidifying, a quiet hum confirming the mesh between saber and user. 
"You can feel the power surging through your sabers, right, Ari?" His brow was raised, eyes wide with a mixture of delight and surprise. 
"I feel like I could take on an entire army of Rancors and still have enough energy to spar with three Jedi Masters at full strength!" He then hastily tacked on:
"But this kind of power does need to be understood first...right?" He shot a quizzical look at Roan, but the Sith didn't have time to answer due to the comm unit Neta gave him before they left coming to life with a familiar voice:
"You three find anything interesting?" Yerbol reached for the unit hanging off his belt and replied: 
"You could say that. About to head to the bigger building further into the valley."
"You might want to hurry up. I've got a big ol mass of something showing up on the weather radar. Due east of where you're at now. Just do your recon and get back. If this mystery weather is anything like the atmosphere, then...well, you get the point." Yerbol looked between the two, asking:
"Think it's worth it to keep pressing forward or should we head back?" 

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"Good to see you in one piece, Matt." Voldon clapped a hand on Matt's back, nearly causing the much smaller Master to tumble out of the shuttle seat. 
"You as well." Matt coughed out, his lungs still attempting to heal themselves from the sandrot that had taken hold of his body the last few hours before he had been taken offworld, for which he was ever grateful. They had surrounded the cave and were ready to open fire when the troops(now known as Galactic Alliance soldiers) lowered their weapons, walked off peacefully and were subsequently replaced by Voldon, Kira and a man who simply called himself "Ed". This "Ed" was from the SIS and had the job of "getting the remaining Masters to a safe location". He doubted that safety was a concept they could trust in, but Voldon and Kira had both assured Matt that there was a plan in motion to not only address, but counteract the massive shifting of power in the galaxy. 

He could only hope they were right.