A Warrior is more than his Armor, but it helps.

[Azrael]

Mythosaur Customs and Arms
Keldabe, Mandalore

Training under the direction of Field Marshal Horak had lent Azrael to learning far more than he expected. The Resol'nare that he had sworn when he arrived on his first official day of training had informed him of the six tenants that he would adhere to. Verz was not just affording Azrael physical training (though it was certainly there) but he was learning culture, language, and education of the world he stepped into with wide-eyed vigor. However, when it came to the tenant of armor, things had gotten slightly skewed. The training gear was alright, but it wasn't going to be what he wore into battle as far as anyone was concerned. If he'd grown up on Mandalore, this would of been easier. He'd of had armor by the time he was a teenager, and likely he'd of had both arms that he was born with.

Azrael had two challenges he had to overcome. First and foremost was crafting the armor, a decision he had made once he was introduced to the idea. Secondly, and the most frustrating was the idea that he had no money in order to do this, he'd have to convince the armor smiths to employ him in order to create this. How exactly would they take it?

To start him off on this path, Azrael had been pointed in the direction of the custom armory that had been setup in their capital city. Kila had showed it to him briefly in their initial tour of the city, and he'd kept a mental note to come back to it soon. Today happened to be that day. Thick boots caked with dirt and dust from his training stepped across the threshold, entering into the lair of Kad Kando, and his custom shop. A few of the others in the facility taking a second look at the youth. He was sturdy, of a slightly above average height, but he had the presence of a solid worker. That wasn't what caught the eye though. It was , of course, the arm. His bionic left arm hung at his side, the shoulder cap sporting their famous Mythosaur. It was tech, and that's what this shop was all about, Mandalorian tech that is. Bionic fingers fidgeted as he looked over the front counter, his eyes setting across the stage of the armaments. It was the sounds that really captured his attention, and it harrowed his mind. It was like he was back on Ord Mantell, hearing the scrap yard's machines roaring in the background.

Shaking his head for a moment to clear it from the fog of memories, his eyes shifted to locate the owner. He'd heard that Kad was just about as old as he was, but that didn't mean much. The lives of the two had only intersected once, on the world of the Dathomiri witches as they had witnessed Ordo's skirmish with the man-slave. Looking across towards the workers, he approached one, clearing his throat.

"I'm looking for @Kad Kandohttp://starwarsrp.net/user/952-kad-kando/, on direct request of Field Marshal Verz Horak. My name is Azrael." The worker appraised the young man before taking the name of Verz into account and swiftly moved to locate Kad for the former scrapper.

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR KAD KANDO
Kad Kando rolled his head and cracked his neck and continued to reassemble a new rifle for a customer. Honestly it must've been for some poor bounty hunter or merc that didn't know what he was doing but.... his assistant came through his door looking strangely breathless. The cathar tried to keep things as relaxed as possible here. Turning to the man he asked, "See the ghost of that man you killed Fedor?" he asked jokingly. Fedor, in his hurry had lost any and all sense of humor "No sir. Someone sent by Verz Horak. Azrael is his name", he stammered. Kad shook his and sighed at the worker. "Relax Fedor, I'm on the case". Brushing past the not-at-all relaxed Fedor he walked to the front of his store. "Su cuy'gar ner'vod" the young Cathar called to Azrael "I believe we met on Dathomir didn't we?" He held out his arm, expecting to clasp forearms.
@Azrael

 

[Azrael]

In the short span of time that the Fedor had gone to deliever the message to @Kad Kando , Azrael had started to admire the works hung on the shop wall. Tracing his hand of flesh over the finely crafted plates of armor that were more of a decoration than anything at the moment. He could see the detail, the design, and the time it took to craft them. He'd been in repair and salvage most of his life, and while it was rather different than creating something, he saw it had some similiar elements. Azrael could even place some of the tools and material they had used in some of the creations that were strewn about. His attention diverted though with the Cathar stepped out into view greeting him in traditional Mando'a. Shifting to his position, Azrael extended his right arm, passing the wrist and gripping his fur covered forearm.

"We did Vod, and as you saw I was completely under-dressed for the occasion. I'm looking to remedy that, but I've got an issue." Azrael started off after he released the man's paw and glanced at his bionic arm. "Well, two issues really. I'm boracyk, and the second is..." He paused and looked at his bionic arm, flexing the digits a bit. "..you get the rest." He didn't figure he had to say much more to gain Kad's understanding of the situation he found himself in. He'd literally come to Mandalore with the clothes on his back, and a hearty attitude. All he had on Ord Mantell had been taken, and while he got some sense of retribution from that, it didn't give him any kind of wealth or substance in return. "Vod Horak suggested you might be able to help."

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR KAD KANDO

Kando nodded slowly while listening to Azreal's request. Money wasn't really an issue for him. The real issue would be his bionic arm. "Well I can see two main options for your armor. A more traditional set that would simply fit over your bionic arm." he pointed all around the room to give examples "Or, we can integrate your arm into the weapons system of the armor giving you more functionality.. at the cost of making the bionic arm look a little more...weaponized." The Cathar knew that people felt like they lose a piece of their humanity when they lose a limb. "Do you have any ideas on what you want on or in your armor?" he asked his fellow Mando.

 

[Azrael]

This was still quite a sore subject for him, punctuated clearly by the fact that he referred to it in non-direct vague terms. Reflection back on the first few weeks with this new appendage were not welcome thoughts. It was a hard road he'd carved, and he took no pleasure in knowing that this was his permanent replacement. Prosthesis had come further than this of course, but they'd never replace the actual arm he'd lost. He still had nightmares about that night, they were just starting to fade - though that was mostly due to all the new experiences he was facing on a daily basis here. His head lifted, grey eyes fixed on the Cathar before him as he lifted his bionic arm, placing it on the counter between them. Tracing his real digits over the blend of metallic alloys along the length of it.

"It already has a few modifications." Azrael said for a start, flipping open a the compartments that were held in the forearm and at the end of the wrist. A handy little hydro-spanner was tucked into one (the self-same one that he killed Zane with), as well as a small tube in the second one. Inside that tube contained the only data he had on his mother. Why he was keeping that was beyond even him, but he hadn't yet given it up yet. The other was left empty just in case he needed to store something else. Flipping those closed as @Kad Kando could take stock of them visually. "I also have the cable launcher." He tapped the top of his forearm at the sleek liquid cable launcher that was integrated into the design. "Covering it up though isn't what I'm looking for - it's quite useful." It was easily seen that covering up these options wasn't going to bode well, and they'd need to work around the arm.

"I'm really unfamiliar with what I'd even be working with though." Azrael admitted, unaware of all the tech they fit into the general Mandalorian armor. "However, I am a...well I was a scrapper on Ord Mantell. I've done a lot of salvaging in my time there, and I think I could contribute to the work." He had already thought about that part obviously, but he continued as he hefted the arm up and back down to his side. Without the bio-feedback of his own nervous system, the thing would of been dead weight. He could active the servos in them to give him control like he had in his real right arm - it simply took more concentration. "Here, I have a few ideas, but I'm not sure if they're usable." Azrael fished something out of his pocket. A scrap of paper he'd jotted a few notes down onto. Handing it over to Kad, and letting him peruse.

Note contents:

- Mag-seal tech
- Twin lining
- Shielding

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR EDRIC AYBARA

Edric ducked through the door from the backroom and stopped and watched the young man fish a note from his pocket. Edric eyed the youngster's arm and walked up to the counter. He looked over Kad'ika's shoulder at the short list. It was basic and not asking much at all, but Edric wouldn't say that out loud.

"You'ld be wantin' the kitchen sink as well then would ya?" Edric said in a gravelly voice from the heat of his forge and a dry throat, "Do ye want Beskar, duraplast, durasteel or what? Will it be light medium or heavy? Do ya want to help or scamper off with the other younglings?"

Edric began pulling items off the shelves and stacking them on a anti-grav cart. Already getting gear for the work for @Azrael's beskar'gam.

 

[Azrael]

His grey gazed shifted as a larger and much older man stepped up to the counter, noting the long white hair that hung about his shoulders, his aged features and deep set eyes. Clearly indicating with the weight of his stare alone that Edric knew exactly what he was doing and had been doing it far longer than Azrael had even been alive. While the note was rather simple, it also opened a lot of questions that caused the older Mandalorian to open his lips and produce a litany of questions directed at the former scrapper. At the moment Azrael wasn't sure how to respond, a lot of the things he knew about scrapping gave him a basic understanding of the metals he was naming, but aside from that he wasn't entirely sure what to respond with. What he did understand however was that Edric wanted to make sure the work wasn't for naught, and he could certainly answer that issue.

"I'm no stranger to working with my hands, and I'd rather earn my armor than just commission it." Azrael replied and instead of simply saying he was willing to put in the effort, he showed his fortitude by stepping around the side and moving behind the counter uninvited. "From what I've seen so far, I think I'd be more suited for the real deal, but something that'd fit this." He shifted to the side as he reached up with his bionic appendage and pulled down from the shelf another set of raw materials to load onto the cart.

Generally Azrael wasn't too chatty about the arm, as Kando had just seen though it was useful in a variety of ways, and not just for giving him the replacement of a lost limb. He could lift more, push more, and do more with this arm despite it's drawbacks. Azrael clawed his way up from devastation on Ord Mantell with this arm, and he'd keep going as far as it'd let him climb. This was the first time in his life that a true purpose was seen and was being grasped. He saw the opportunity and he wouldn't shy away from what he had to do to earn it. A firm and resolute determination echoed in all of his words and deeds.

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR EDRIC AYBARA

Edric watched the boy's eyes as he spoke and moved. The young verde took some materials down from the shelf and placed them on the cart. He had determination in his eyes, and that made a differance to Edric. The entire galaxy could be bent in two by properly applied determination and Edric could tell by looking what the boy needed.

"Ye be needin full beskar with 2 % ciridium for the plates. The trick will no be the arm but the shoulder. If it be too loose a fit, ye'll be exposed. If too far passed the shoulder ye loose range of motion. Come on with me ad'ika leave Kad'ika to get the components together while we get your measurments." Edric's gravelly voice seemed almost pleased but his abrupt manner didn't match.

He had taught only one person the secrets of smithing beskar and very seldom did he let anyone in his workshop. As he walked back and ducked through the door for his forge and machine shop the heat and smell of metals became strong. Few things made Edric feel content these days but hard work was good for the soul. He went to a rack of durasteel and grabbed a large chunk and carried it too a machine, then sat it down as the young man came in.

"For the buy'ce." Edric said as he began entering dimensions in to the 8'x 8'x4' machine. "You cannah beat beskar into a buy'ce ye have to be guidin it. Just like the vode in mine opinion."

 

[Azrael]

While not at all experienced in the means of smithing armor, Azrael did carry quite a keen eye, and he'd been observing the Mando'ade since he touched down and noting various pieces of their armor and how it functioned. He'd also thought long and hard about how he'd make due with his left arm in the mix, but had decided that he wanted a hallmark for his creed, and that meant the shoulder plate that was currently fixed in position on his left arm was staying put. It was the entire reason he was here, and it was the reason he was alive. As the elder smith began to describe what the issues would be, Azrael merely internalized it and processed the information as he lowered the raw material down onto the anti-grav cart. With the invitation inside, he pushed the cart forward into Edric's personal quarters and placed it to the side.

"I've got history with this, and weakness or not, it's gonna stay." Two fingers of his right hand tapped to the shoulder plate fixed in place with the grainy but still visible Mythosaur logo. He wouldn't go into detail, and likely would never tell the entire tale until he was nearing this man's age. On the other hand it might never come to light what had happened on Ord Mantell as the only other witnesses to his tragedy and transformation (aside from him) were dead. Turning to overlook the smith's shop, his eyes widened a touch and a small smile graced his lips. An intake of breath brought him back home, and despite memories of Ord Mantell, the work he did he enjoyed. The smell of molten metals, rust, and plasma torches bathed his senses in nostalgia.

"Haven't worked with besk'ar myself, but I've seen it a time or two. I've done my fair share of grinding though, and I think I've got an idea for the buy'ce." He surmised and turned to view a sheet of flimsi hanging on the wall with a stylus shaped pen hanging on a cord. About a minute later a rough sketch was laid out for a non-traditional helmet design for Edric to admire and study.

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR EDRIC AYBARA

Edric came to look at the sketch and looked at the young @Azraelhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1399-azrael/ then back to the sketch.

“Well if it be what ye want.” Came the man’s gravelly voice, “Then who be there to argue?”

He pointed on the wall to several different armor designs sketched out in a similar way to what Azrael had just done, and with a noticeable pride he raised himself to his full height and lifted his chin a fraction of an inch.

“51 years of making Beskar’gam for the Aliit, and every time it was different. I cannah think of a reason ta stop now.” Edric said walking up to a set of very old armor made in a similar style to the ancient crusader armor and took down the breast plate and gauntlets. The old Smith began putting the pieces on and went back to the machine and began resetting the dimensions to fit the sketch for Azrael’s Buy’ce and the young man’s head size.

The Old Mandalorian walked now to the forge, and where the machining tools were the peak of technological advancement the forge was a reminder of a primitive time. The walls and base were heavy black bricks and the center was filled with white hot coals. Edric bent down and picked up a shovel and then walked to Azrael.

“Two shovels full of the mid-grade coal and then ye need to be watchin for the fresh coal to turn yellow. And dependin on the color ye want we will be addin the beskar.“ Edric said thrusting the shovel out for the younger man to take, “unless ye want to be usin paint like the other young’uns.”

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR KAD KANDO

Kad smiled as Azreal placed himself firmly into his workforce. He didn't mind of course. The young smith knew his vod to be a fearsome warrior and a hard worker, so he'd fit in fine here. As for Edric, there isn't someone more respected in the shop then the old man and a valued member of his staff. He had been in this business longer than Kad had been alive so he felt that Azreal was in great hands.

"Take it easy on him Ed'buir", he called out as he wheeled Azreal away. As wise as Edric was, there was an intensity in his stare that made some weary and others downright uncomftorable. The Cathar turned the cart that Edric brought and made himself useful going back into there storage where they kept the more valuable materials like the raw beskar and ciridium.

When he returned to Edric and Azreal he saw them already hard at work. "Glad to see you still haven't lost a step in your old age, Ed'buir" Kad called out to the older man. He turned to Azreal and said, "I mulled over your double lining idea and came up with a this. For the inner lining, we could have a thermoguard bodyglove. It'll help keep you off thermal sights and infared. For the outer lining, we could use a thinner version of a blaster-absorbing glove like the ENVC-370. Make you harder to kill than you already are. However these layers would be thinner and not as effective as having a devoted bodyglove. How's it sounding so far vod?"

 

[Azrael]

Taking the shovel into his bionic hand, digits curled around the handle as he tapped the spade on his open palm of flesh a time or two. Grey eyes lifted the white-haired Mandalorian judging his gaze for a moment longer. Most of the furnaces that he'd dealt with were a lot larger and they were maintained by far larger pieces of equipment, so it was a bit unusual to have something hand held to stir the coals with and heat the kiln to proper temperature. Stepping forward, Azrael dug into a fresh bed of coal, layering it into the kiln as the fire leapt upon the lumps, crackling and burning bright. Shifting the pile around within the oven before going in for another shovel full and depositing it on top. Inverting the spade to rake along the coals and spread them out to evenly distribute the heat. Waves of fire roared over the coal lighting them quickly into a glowing hue as the invisible heat pooled out of the oven coating his frame in a blaze.

"I prefer the more organic methods of color myself." Azrael said, calling out over his shoulder while he tended the heating template before they'd add in the beskar, and start to craft the first pieces. Creating the armor was going to take time and he wanted to make sure he did it right. Carefully studying every step and committing it to memory for later use. He'd need to take care of this armor, maintain it's integrity, and he'd want to know the entire process so repairs would come easier. He wasn't just creating a set of armor, he was forging a new destiny in the flames of the kiln. Burning away the unneeded excess and bringing something new out, something without the taint of a harsh past, and something to redefine the young scrapper. Grey eyes shifted to Kad as he pulled out the shovel and dipped it into a bucket of water, hearing the hiss and seeing the steam rise.

"Looks like a good fit, a duel use but not too cumbersome. Tell me Vod, what's the meaning behind the capes I see others wear?" It was the one part of the Mandalorian armor he'd not understood. They weren't especially heavy, and it couldn't protect them from anything that their Beskar'gam could. They seemed to be more of a decoration, but they were certainly in number. Only a few of the vod didn't wear them and he hadn't made up his mind yet on whether or not to incorporate one.

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR EDRIC AYBARA

Edric worked on the buy'ce mold while young @Azrael watched the forge. The Machining tools were state of the art and made quick work of the two halves of the mold. Once the beskar was poured in and set they could put the helmet off to the side for the components and systems to be put in later. Edric kept a deft hand on the controls guiding the cutter with precision to match the radii and surfaces to the specification that Azrael had supplied.


Kad Kando, on 22 Oct 2013 - 15:26, said:

"Glad to see you still haven't lost a step in your old age, Ed'buir"

[SIZE=10pt]"Hmmphh" Edric grunted in acknowledgement of Kad'ika's little prod, "If ye live to be myne age they'll be havin to add a litter box to the forge, Kad'ika."[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Edric finished soon after that and was in time to add his opinion to Azrael's question.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]"In the very old days capes, kamas and pauldrons were all used to show rank or experience. Now it may be different among the young, but I where a heavy Renda Bear pelt as a trophy." Edric said as he pulled the durasteel mold out of his milling machine, and placed it on a rack near the kiln.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Once Azrael told him the color he'd advise the boy on what he needed to do to get that from the beskar, but they needed to heat the metal before they could form it first.[/SIZE]

 

[Azrael]

Having decided on a charcoal black armor with a darker shade of maroon to accent the plates, Azrael fired the forge to the proper heat for such a darkened color. Black was the color of justice, but that wasn't the only motivation for the young Mandalorian. Both Ordo and Gilamar sported a version of black armor, and had been quite influential in the man's acceptance into the fold since he had arrived. It was an homage to the both of them of the respect he had for both vode. He'd seen the effect of the armor up close and personal, and how intimidating just standing the presence of the wearer could be. As Edric informed him of the role that capes had played in the former era of the Mandalorian culture, it only ratified his own personal decision to not opt for a cape, at least for the time being. If they were no longer needed to symbolize rank, and served no practical purpose, he'd only select a cape if he wanted to make a statement or hold a trophy as Edric mentioned.

"The Ciridium you mentioned earlier, it's for flexibility to keep the plates from breaking under stress?" Azrael knew enough about metal working, but the properties of the rare besk'ar were unknown to him. He however understood that if you were mixing metals together they generally needed the addition to keep the metal pliable under great stress, or to give it some extra flexibility. It didn't matter how strong something was, if it couldn't bend even a little, it would break with enough force. "The smells of the shop remind me of working in the scrap yard back home. Though I prefer this a hundred-fold over that planet." Azrael gave a grin as he slid another pile of coals into the kiln, seeing that hot yellow glow radiate off the lumps. "I think it's just about ready, vod." He mentioned as he slid the shovel out, and looked towards the anti-grav cart for the raw materials.

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR EDRIC AYBARA

Edric listened to the young man as he spoke. he didn't say it directly but Edric could tell he was excited about forging his own armor. It was a rare privilege to even see a Mandalorian smith's workshop, and even rarer to see the process, but Edric was getting too old to be told how to do his job.
"That's right, ad'ika. Ciridium be helpin flexibility and reducin wieght with out weakenin the beskars integrity." Edric was impressed by the youngsters understanding, and the comment about liking the smell of the shop made Edric decide that this was a good lad.

"Back home?" Edric said with a grunt as he lifted the beskar from the cart, "Seems to be ya are home son. Here."

Edric handed the material to Azreal and watched, as the young vod did the work. Then he turned and activated the cutting mill again and loaded some softer steel for the shoulder plates and chest plates, soon the molds would be ready for the Beskar.

 

[Azrael]

Far heavier than the other metals he'd been working with, Azrael took the offered Besk'ar with his bionic grip, hefting the raw slabs of the rare metal and fitting them into the forge's inferno of fire. The melting point of the metal was quite high, and first it needed to be heated to a boiling point before it would drip down into a cylindrical shape below where the fire was the hottest, keeping it in a liquid state. The already dark metal taking on a darker tone with the position of the coals around it. Carved out from the veins on Condordia, his grey eyes watched the metal beginning to bubble and shift before he replied to Edric. A humorous smirk touching his face as he replied.

"Force of habit, Manda'yaim is proving more of a home though than I expected. First time I've had aliit in a long time." Picking up the shovel once more and prodding the metal slabs to position them correctly as the heat scorched and tore apart the molecular bonds, causing the besk'ar to shift and flow. Soon it'd be a liquid metal state to be able to pour into any mold that Edric was busy cutting. The dross of the metal being burnt away leaving the purity of it behind to be used for the armor. Turning and picking up a small stick of Ciridium and tossing it into the mix. There was only a small bit needed, something to bend the metal with force, instead of letting it become brittle and break.

Azrael had gotten used to having so many brothers and sister around him, though he wasn't adopting any parents at this time. There were a few of the Mando'ade that earned just a touch more respect from the youth, but he wasn't interested with a parental figure. Years ago he might of sought that out, but he was coming into his own now. A Mando'ad that would forge his own destiny, not one to be living in the shadow of parental figure, butone to stand among the clan having earned his place on his own merit and no one else's.

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR EDRIC AYBARA

Edric nodded to himself and let the topic rest. He set the molds down as the left the machines and made sure they were ready for Azrael when the beskar ciridium mixture was finally ready to be poured.
"As soon as that be ready ya can start with ye Buy'ce." Edric said taking out a piece of ruik root and popping it in his mouth. "Then yer gauntlet."
Edric moved to another part of the shop to gather some finishing tools to use on the armor's pieces before they could be taken to Mandalmotors for final assembly.

 

[Azrael]

The inherent design of the Buy'ce was not done simply for show, but had purpose though through the development. It was a non-traditional style, but it also boasted an addendum to the normal defacto helmets that he'd seen on Mandalore and elsewhere. The particular inspiration for this design came from meal time when he ate with his Vod. His armored brothers and sister had to remove their helmet to eat or to drink, which seemed like something that would get in the way in the heat of things. The drawing and the soon to be forged helmet would have a separate piece fitted into the helmet for a quick retractable place that would cover his mouth. Usable if he needed to eat or drink without having the cumbersome helmet to get in the way.

Moving from the forge, as he let the besk'ar heat up, Azrael began to fit the durasteel pieces together that had been cut, making sure that it was a smooth fit that would allow the metal to slid in place and lock when the proper technology was attributed to it, inside the helmet. Working the pieces together like a puzzle until they clicked into place and slid up and down without obstruction. He knew of the helmets were able to transition fluids through a tube, but he preferred the old fashioned way.

"I've heard from a few other that it has been a tradition to pass down armor from one generation to the next. Is that still in practice?" Azrael wasn't really sure what to make of that kind of an ideal. As long as he was alive, he'd want to keep the besk'ar gam. Giving it to another vod didn't seem right unless he was on his death bed. That didn't seem likely, it seemed more fitting that he'd die while in battle and be carried off the field.

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR EDRIC AYBARA

"That be true. Some families be able to pass armor down, but most families divide the armor among the clan each taking a plate, butall clans be different." Edric said squinting at the slowly melting beskar. "My armor was mine ggreat grand fathers and now be mine. I had to replace many parts but the helmet be older than any I know of."
Edric moved to pull the final pieces of the molds from the milling machine and lined them up for @Azrael.

"Now after ye pour the metal into the molds ye have to let them cool. Then we need to be cleaning the edges from burrs and checking that they be fittin."

 

[Azrael]

The process of forging the armor would not be done in a single day, not if you wanted it done right. Over the next few weeks Azrael returned to the shop on a near daily basis to spend a few hours making sure that they had cleaned off all the burrs and shavings of the beskar and polished the pieces after letting them properly cool and harden into the protection he'd wear often. The color had burned into the metal by now and had come out a deep charcoal black and grey mixture with the deep maroon trim on every piece. Occasionally he'd try on the pieces to ensure a snug fit as well.

On a particular Primeday, Azrael had stepped into the shop to, for the first time, piece every detail together and finally try on his newly forged armor plates to make sure that the fittings and shavings of the plates had warranted the correct dimensions for his frame. With both the Cathar and Edric present in the MCA, today was a fairly pivitol piece of the armor puzzle as he stood within the workshop in a default pair of coveralls that would act as the temporary barrier while they placed the armor on him. Digits rolled up the left sleeve that they would use again, instead of just removing it for the sake of his bionic appendage.

"I think I'm ready vode, let's see what we've got." Azrael surmised as he looked at the shining pieces of metal that were just about to be covering his form from head to toe. His excitement couldn't be hidden in voice or in tone. He had waited a while for this moment.