Moyr was sitting in her cabin, on the floor, cross-legged. Before her, on a small stool, she had put her lightsabre.
"I haven't used you for a while. It wouldn't do to neglect you. I have evolved, and so should you. We need to be in sync."
She consulted the datapad on the side, then opened the hilt, seeing the gleam of ilum inside.
"I will make you greater."
Moyr put the mask on, and reached in to calibrate the crystal for a sharper cutting edge of the projected blade.
EM1. Modifying the Crystal. Mechanics. Boost (Zash's Database). Mask: +1 Dark Pip. Target: +1 Damage. -2 Difficulty (My Sabre): 2eA+1eB+1eD+1eF 1 advantage, 1 Dark Side
2 Successes (Dark Pips), 1 Advantage.
She didn't have much idea about mechanics, but the Force guided her.