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Baze clearly wasn't thinking when he asked X for a job as a member of Security. He didn't think, at that time, that he would be building a lightbow, and how the restriction of no violence would interfere with his duties. So when he tried to interpose himself between Logan and that clawed stranger, Baze broke that restriction--and therefore must restart his lightbow-construction project from scratch.
He's already forged the pieces again. Now he needs to anodize the aluminum once more, converting it to its oxide form and making it porous enough to absorb metal dyes. He already owns the supplies: sulfuric acid, lye, red metal fiber dye, and distilled water, as well as a speeder battery, soap, and three plastic tubs.
He finds he must meditate before beginning, to give his frustration over to the Force. He didn't think he'd have to do this process more than once.
With a squeak of rubber over skin--which he has always hated the feel of--he dons a pair of gloves that cover up to his elbows and washes the metal. Wrinkling his nose at the smell, he immerses the parts in lye and then the sulfuric acid solution--after rinsing the lye off with water.
Carefully--oh, so carefully--he connects a jumper cable to the first part, the stock and sinks it down into the acid. With a resigned sigh--which he kicks himself for--he then connects the cable to the speeder battery as well as to a spare piece of aluminum, the latter of which he submerges into the acid next to the stock.
He turns on the power, listening to the satisfying hum of the battery. Watching the stock soak for an hour, he notices a lot of bubbles around the piece of scrap metal, but very little bubbling around the stock. Good.
Finally, trying not to mope about it, he soaks the stock in the dye bath and then boils it for thirty minutes to seal the dye.
With a genuine smile at the color, he sets the stock aside to cool, and moves on to the next piece.
He's already forged the pieces again. Now he needs to anodize the aluminum once more, converting it to its oxide form and making it porous enough to absorb metal dyes. He already owns the supplies: sulfuric acid, lye, red metal fiber dye, and distilled water, as well as a speeder battery, soap, and three plastic tubs.
He finds he must meditate before beginning, to give his frustration over to the Force. He didn't think he'd have to do this process more than once.
With a squeak of rubber over skin--which he has always hated the feel of--he dons a pair of gloves that cover up to his elbows and washes the metal. Wrinkling his nose at the smell, he immerses the parts in lye and then the sulfuric acid solution--after rinsing the lye off with water.
Carefully--oh, so carefully--he connects a jumper cable to the first part, the stock and sinks it down into the acid. With a resigned sigh--which he kicks himself for--he then connects the cable to the speeder battery as well as to a spare piece of aluminum, the latter of which he submerges into the acid next to the stock.
He turns on the power, listening to the satisfying hum of the battery. Watching the stock soak for an hour, he notices a lot of bubbles around the piece of scrap metal, but very little bubbling around the stock. Good.
Finally, trying not to mope about it, he soaks the stock in the dye bath and then boils it for thirty minutes to seal the dye.
With a genuine smile at the color, he sets the stock aside to cool, and moves on to the next piece.
