Well, this was a little tougher than she thought it'd be; had to resort to a fair amount of 'percussive maintenance' to get things going, but once she did, well, the ice was proving to steadily wear down in chunks and slivers. Closer and closer her prize was getting, the light getting brighter and brighter, the heat warmer and warmer, and finally with one last crack of ice-<br/><br/>"AAAH FUCK ME!!!" she shouted, first in surprise, then in pain, and thank the gods her eyes had a nictitating membrane, saving her eyeballs as she clutched her thoroughly burned face, mouth, and lungs from the over-pressured steam. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!"<br/><br/>Gritting her teeth and growling, her face stinging to the touch and pained in the cold air, it was only after she'd brought herself back to her feet that she realized that SOMEHOW she'd managed to catch the crystal she'd been after all this time. Probably a force-enhanced reflex from when the crystal was launched by the crystal right at her face with the rest of the steam. Well... at least there was that right? Risking second-degree burns on her face and lekku and fucking up her nictitating membrane for a crystal that was... pretty damn warm... did most crystals produce this much warmth? That seemed a tad unusual, but then she wasn't the expert on lightsaber crystals.<br/><br/>Her ears perked up at Laera's voice, the twi'lek running up to her from up the hall, clearly having wrapped up her own trial - or perhaps having heard her cursing up a storm from her face feeling like it was on fire form water. The news she brought with her was not so good. She appreciated her concern at her injuries - she was a sweetie, so lovable - but the pain had her more frustrated at the current predicament than appreciative of her concern for her wellbeing.<br/><br/>"Wonderful; two crystals in exchange for me being burned with steam, and both of us freezing to death," Lass grumbled, holding up her heat-emitting crystal, like a handwarmer for someone whose hands might have actually benefited from the heat. "Fortunately for us, *I* brought my training saber with me, and apparently my crystal puts out enough heat by itself to melt ice. 'Training sabers are useless' they other padawans said, 'why would you take that with you on any mission?' they asked. Well, gonna help save our lives now isn't it?"<br/><br/>Thankfully, even training sabers were easy to modify, especially for someone like her whom was familiar with mechanical devices and technology. Just unscrew the hilt shroud, remove a couple focusing lenses, pop out the weak synthetic training crystal, insert the new steaming-hot (literally) crystal, adjust the seating, re-affix the lenses, screw on the shroud, aaand...<br/><br/>"Here we go!" she exclaims as she switches her saber on, and with but a second's delay - a little more calibration was needed, she figured - the blade of her new not-training-saber exploded outward like podracer turbine flames, the blade roaring and more flame-like than she was expecting... and it was hot, like, REALLY hot. "Yes!!! And it's... purple?"<br/><br/>Purple blades she knew were quite rare; the only person in the order who had a purple lightsaber - and indeed the only individual she knew from any of the historic records to have one - was Council Member Mace Windu. The fact that her blade would come out much the same was beyond surprising.<br/><br/>BUT surprise could be later; they had to get out of here.<br/><br/>"Well, it works, it's hot, it matches my complexion..." she shot her favorite twi'lek a smirk and a knowing look. "...and it's the same color as those ADORABLE blushes you make, my slutty little pet. Now let's go see if it's hot enough to get us the hell out of this frozen hell."<br/><br/>Thankfully the path out of here was simple: it was basically a straight shot.