A Mando is More than His Armor...But it Helps!

[Gilamar Skirata]

Decades of battles and close calls had left Gilamar with his fair share of scars, bruises, and breaks. The life of a warrior was a nonstop battle, be it against a Sith marauder, age, or the wife and for Gilamar his next, and possibly greatest battle, or challenge rather, was ahead of him. Declared Mand'alor through victory in battle against the previous Mand'alor Gilamar was now the leader of his people. Throughout all of his days he had gone through several sets of armor as he grew up, this most recent set lasting him a little over a quarter of a century.

His armor's final battle had been a hard one. Fighting on the Sith Empire's capital world against numerous Sith, he nearly died that battle, and his armor had the scars to prove it. Part of him wanted to have the armor put up in his home in a glass case like his friend had before being taken by the Black Harvest. But he knew Beskar was scarce with them using it in so many things nowadays, meaning more expensive and the less beskar he had to buy, the better. It also held the spirit of the most important years of his life and had seen all the things that made Gilamar the man he was today...It was only fitting that the blood, sweat, and tears shed in this armor become part of his new identity.

Parking his AUS ute speeder outside of one of the smaller Mythosaur Customs and Arms shops, one wouldn't even know that this was the headquarters of the popular Mandalorian weapons smith's company. He had gotten a message from @[member="Kad Kando"] that the armor was nearly done...But he wasn't completely familiar with how the new weapon by Chai La Armory worked. Instead he was to meet with @[member="Basaba Willamina"] since she used one herself.

Entering the shop a grin and a grunt came from the old man as he admired his new armor as it sat on a stand near the back of the shop, the shoulder mounted cannon weapon laying beside it, wires falling from within.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

@[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Basaba had heard the news or more been told Mandalore was here but she didn't fully believe it. Standing there in the workshop they had set up to work on some of the equipment. The small slew of new stuff they had created to help the cause was quite a nice sight while her hands ran through her short hair while checking her cloths. The heat of the forges and equipment they were using to produce the weapons served their prupose but it was too hard back here. She moved out and looked at the Mandalore before turning to look at the armor. "Mand'dlor." Her eyes flicked around while setting some more of the knives they had been working on onto a counter.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

He grunted, flinching at the title. He wasn't used it being used when spoken to him. Shaking his head and clapping a hand onto the tall woman's shoulder he spoke to her, "Basaba, just call me Gil." Lowering his hand he placed them on the table that held the weapon his old Cathar friend couldn't figure out. "Now tell me, what have we got here?"
@[member="Basaba Willamina"]

 

[Basaba Willamina]

@[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Gil.... She said the word in her head more as as rolled it over the tongue but that wasn't to bad and the smirk came to her face. Weapons and business were good. She knew those perfectly. "These are the latest batch of blades, designed to pierce with the monomolecular edge all but the toughest of armor. Even my own, compared to the others though it isn't a personal one, you won't be slashing an enemy your going to stab. The armor you asked for has been getting worked on as well, the shoulders reinforced for the weight of the weapon and even the spears." She had some pride in that while holding the spears, the smooth shaft able to eject to three meters to stab everything. Her own were used to hold hunting trophies as the sky blue armor was on display behind the counter with all the attachments. Her duel shoulder cannons and a camo cloak. "For you Gil we just need to make sure you get used to the weight for the most accurate shots."

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

With a nod, Gilamar moved towards the armor, placing a bare hand on the cold Mandalorian iron. "Well then...What are we waitin' for?" Looking over to Basaba, a grin came to the old man's face. "Lets get this cannon on and see what she has for me." With a grunt, Gilamar lifted the chest piece over the stand and set it on the table, the heavy shell of armor clanking on the table, bouncing tools into the air. "What's first lets get this cannon installed first, probably easier that way right?"
@[member="Basaba Willamina"]

 

[Basaba Willamina]

@[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Basaba gave a nod while grabbing the hydrospanner and looking at the cannon while she moved the arm that would be for the small swivel for limited range of motion. The blaster was ready though while it snapped into lace for easy use. "Getting it on and ready will be easy, once your link it to your helmet just like your tac pad and other equipment you'll be able to target with it. We have a small sight in the helmet." She had more of a nod while setting the shoulder piece up and holding it. "Alright slip it on and get a feel for the weight. It takes some getting use to."

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

"Alright, give me a minute." he said as he started to shrug off his jacket and unbutton his beat up shirt. Despite his near obsession with alcohol, the old man was surprisingly fit. Scars adorned his body, crisscrossing his back and arms. His hands were rough and callused and freckles adorned his chest. The building felt cold despite it being half ancient forge and half assembly line. After he had removed his clothes and slid on the body glove he started to put the armor on. It was heavier than the one he had used before, which would take a little time to get used to.

The torso was the heaviest with the cannon. With a grunt he strapped himself in and put on his helmet, his systems were activated and a variety of new icons appered on his HUD. The interface was in Mando'a which was fine. What wasn't fine was that many of the icons he was used had changed...His armor's software must have been at least three or four updates behind.

It just made him feel old.

"Uhh...What's the cannon look like in the HUD?" he asked.
@[member="Basaba Willamina"]

 

[Basaba Willamina]

@[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

A half snort, half chuckle came as Basaba moved to look at the helmet and brought her hand up. Making sure the gun was on as the tracker appeared as a "Y" on the screen and she ensured the helmet and gun were first straight. No need to be off by a few centimeters and mess it all up, her words came out while setting it up more. "The Y icon on the screen you should be able to flick to, it will follow the movement of your helmet. The range is limited but the weapon will disintegrate anything organic it fires upon."

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Following her instructions Gilamar was quickly able to find the "Y" icon she mentioned, switching and then being able to use multiple systems along with this processor hungry weapon at the same time was incredible. Taking a tentative step forward, he looked to the woman standing beside him. "Well lets go test this out then!" It was like Life Day! Except...He wasn't a Wookie.

In the back on a few targets Gilamar attempted to run. The added weight on his back made it awkward at first but after a few sprints he got the feel for the new gun. It didn't wobble back and forth, on the contrary it deactivated and became rather compact on his back when not in use. Activating the weapon was simple enough. With a quick flick of his eye to the symbol on his HUD it was on. Glancing at a target he allowed a small circle to corm around the Y icon in the corner of his screen. He found he could even link it with the wrist blaster at the same time. Firing the cannon, the blast blew the dummy apart, sending bits of metal across the dirt floor. Under the helm, a look of surprise etched itself on the man's face.

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@[member="Basaba Willamina"]

 

[Basaba Willamina]

@[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Basaba looked while he was going about it, she knew the small trouble that came from it at first but once you got into it... The cannon was second nature and she moved to the back to see how he did. The majority of targets set up and destroyed then set up again by the other sisters as the entire group of them remained there with a grin. The Willamina clan was known for its adoption of Shadowguards sometime long ago and well much like the culture s a whole things carried over and bled in. One being the Shadows guards tenacity towards amazonian like traits of larger built females and more females in general. Most males had been sent to live with other clans not because of shame but because of better chances. Then the target exploded and her smirk came, the though of it on a sith target something enjoyable. "Very good try some more and you should have a handle on it."