Mara took a lightsaber warily from the crate, the weapon she chose felt comefortable in her hand, almost as if it belonged there. She ignited the blade with a snap-hiss. The blade shone a light blueish green, almost a turquoise. It was an unusual color, but she was an unusual girl, she had never tlod anyone, but she had no idea who she really was, before she got the force call to the Jedi training academy. She had no idea where she came from. All she knew was a name and a calling.