A Sentinel’s Blade

As Chaladdik busied himself setting things right at the Temple, his mind was drawn back to a vision of himself... Across their trip to Jedha, whilst Kodo had his dark fantasies of pain and suffering, Chaladdik had been granted images of his own.
He saw, as usual, the enormous trees of some distant planet and felt the life in their canopies, but he also saw something new.
Himself, standing before the tide of darkness, ready to give himself in defence of his brothers and sisters, brandishing his emerald saber, with not one blade.
Two.
Twin blades of verdant light spinning a deadly arabesque, marking the end of any that would meet it.
Thinking on his recent retitling within the order, the image burned itsself into his mind with a permanence that he could not affect.
Thus, his mind was made up.
In a quiet moment, he approached the newest of their band; Padawan Foogel, of his former friend and Consular.
‘Padawan Foogel... May I interrupt your tinkering? I have need of your assistance with the crafting of something new...’