"It's kept me alive," Cal had to agree, shrugging a shoulder as he turned back to the task he'd given himself. Maybe he could make this work. Remove the working legs, replace some of the damaged parts with the portions that would be taken off to make them all even length, if a little shorter, but it would give the D.A.T.A. unit mobility once again.

"I've been out of practice for five years. Going through forms with a lightsaber or practicing anything through the Force would have drawn the Empire's attention- that's what happened anyway, but I didn't have a choice at the time." He compared lengths, nodded to himself and resumed.

"I had to remember things pretty quick. My lightsaber work is probably sloppy compared to the other Jedi here. Some things just kinda click back into place, and trying to avoid getting killed is a pretty good incentive too. The lessons I learned Force-wise took a bit longer to recall, and I'd only barely gotten back to the level I'd left off on some time just before I found myself here."