Private Fine Craftsmanship

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

F I N E - C R A F T M A N S H I P​

Gwyneira Krayt was an artist. All the custom spray paintings within every room of her ship proved it. She was an artist, as well as an engineer. Arkanians had always been very prideful in their scientific achievements. While Gwyn was only a hybrid, she indeed took the arts of engineering, mechanics, and slicing very seriously, passionately. Every project was a work of art.

Next to her, in the passengers cockpit, were several of her self made weapons. She was going on an art show, a trade deal. She had heard that Clan Galaar also was home to brilliant craftsmen. She was in need of a good beskad, or more specifically, a beskar dagger. Sure, only a backup in combat, but every weapon, every strike, counted. After all, she also wanted something high quality just to brag about it. Every project was a work of art.

Kestri had fairly calm weather today. Blankets of frost and dustings of snow covered the mountainsides as she flew to her intended location. She had already set up the meeting, was on her way to the Hawk's Nest for the exchange of crafts.

She had an offer. If she made a custom weapon for him, she would receive likewise.

She just hoped that the examples she was bringing with her would be enough to impress.

She tapped buttons on her ship's cockpit, speaking to the figureheads in the Stables, "<<Clan Galaar, this is Gwyneira Krayt of Clan Krayt, requesting permission to land.>>"

Upon being given the okay and coordinates, she landed her custom ship, her beauty, the Tauntaun in the hanger.

She sighed, leaning back in her seat as she prepared herself for this meeting. She had spent eight years in a strict academy learning these skills. Yet, she was terrified of not measuring up. She opened her eyes, standing up and pulling her buy'ce off its little hook she had made of her seat's headrest. She pulled it on, turning and grabbing her four prized specimens, all encased in custom carrying cases. Wearing her full beskar'gam, she turned and exited the ramp, entering the Stables... what sort of cultural arts would she already see in the hanger?

Jiriad Galaar

 

[Jiriad Galaar]

A R R I V A L

Basilisk war droids were common in the Stables, the Valkyri Mandos having been endeared to the hybrid of beast and machine early on. Some of the iron beasts did not appear to be of an existing design, likely still in the design phases by the Clan. Speeder bikes likewise also in the experimental phase were being tinkered with, not yet finalized but getting there. The Clan used skiffs for hunting parties across Kestri's frigid surface, and as such many such vehicles also rested in the Stables, a few leaving the hangar as Gwyneira was entering and a third returning shortly after. The vode aboard hefted their prizes, and a chorus of cheers from near the skiff echoed through the hangar.

Jiriad was just finishing hammering a breastplate when he had gotten word that a visitor was coming to the Hawk's Nest: a fellow Mandalorian, of Clan Krayt, and he was elated. He relished the chance to meet more of the warriors under the Enclave's banner, and ensured she was given clearance to land. Hanging his gravity hammer on his belt the large Valkyri strode off from the Forges, heading for the Stables to meet the new arrival personally. Much of Jiriad's time nowadays was spent dreaming up and forging new technology, for the Clan and for the Enclave, and so he didn't get out as much as he would like.

As he entered the Stables, Jiriad immediately sighted the Tauntaun and quickly made his way over. "Ah, you must be Gwyneira! Welcome to the Hawk's Nest!" he said with a smile, motioning with his arms wide to the fortress around them. The man stood at nearly seven feet tall, clad in smith's attire, cutting an impressive figure crafted over years of glorious combat and working the forges. His blond hair sat in a braid, and his beard was well kept. He was certainly an imposing figure, but his smile was a warm, welcoming one. "I am Jiriad Galaar, Jarl of Clan Galaar," Jiriad said, offering Gwyneira his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet a new face."​

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Gwyneira Vizsla ​

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

I N C R E D I B L E . . .​

A warm welcome on a cold planet. Really, larger people did not intimidate Gwyn much, not anymore. Her buir was nicknamed the Giant for a reason, after all. Furthermore, the man whom had approached her was kind and outgoing, eager to accept her as his guest. She smiled, extending her four digit hand and offering a handshake. Her lack of self confidence could be felt in the weakness of the shake, but everything from her posture to the way she looked him in the eye through her visor also displayed her competence and ability to mask. She nodded firmly, speaking with a smile.

"It's a privilege to meet you, Alor Jarl Jiriad Galaar."

Jarl? Gwyn was to guess that was another word for Alor, the traditional word for leaders and heads in Mando'a. She was left wondering whether or not to respectfully refer to him as Alor or Jarl, and ultimately chose both to be safe. Furthermore, this individual has his buy'ce removed. Would he prefer face to face talk, or should she keep her helmet on. It was obvious enough he did not follow The Way, instead likely following the Resol'nare.

As she held her several large cases in her other hand, she looked around. This hanger was teaming with culture quite unlike anything she had seen in the Enclave before. Various species and cultures across the Mando'ade made for all unique individuals and interactions. Yet, this one took the cake. From different terminologies to the rustic, down to earth architecture. She smiled beneath her visor, lifting her hand from the handshake and removing her buy'ce. Her long, white hair fell over her breastplate, amber-red eyes looking up to the tall one once again.

"I have a proposition to make. I heard you're skilled crafters, and-are those Basilisk droids?!"

She practically squealed in excitement, pointing to the basilisk war droids like an excited child at a museum.

Jiriad Galaar

 

[Jiriad Galaar]

Jiriad laughed as they shook hands, a firm but friendly grasp. "There are no need for such formalities, just Jiriad will more than suffice." He was not one to obsess over titles, preferring to let his actions and experience speak for themselves. "I'm honored to have you as a guest at the Nest." After this he released her hand, letting his come to akimbo on his hips. "I spend so much time in the forges these days, I've found little chance to get out and meet my other Enclave kinsmen. That's something I intend to rectify soon." Since settling down on Kestri Jiriad had not had much contact with other clans outside of the Ji'yr Market, and speaking truly he missed his old friend from Krownest, Alor Jor of Clan Kvall.

He heard her begin to speak about a proposition, but cut herself off in excitement. Jiriad chuckled, nodding his head. "Indeed they are. Believe it or not, a few years ago half the people here barely even wanted to use blasters. The Basilisks though, their fusion of beast and machine warmed them in the hearts of my people relatively early on. Some of them are from our time in the United Clans, others are our own design." Walking over to the droids and beckoning Gwyneira to follow, he placed a hand on an almost wolf-looking Basilisk, patting it gently. "This is Járndýr.We've been loyal to each other for years, and she's seen me through a lot of tough times. Especially when the Sith invaded Krownest."

Gwyneira Vizsla ​

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

L O N E L Y​

Gwyneira had been saving up for a model that her Alor, Shai Krayt, had in stock in her Ironworks. Seeing Basilisks up first for the first time, she felt both awe and a pang.

Companions through tough times. She seldom had that throughout her life. Before becoming Mandalorian, she had lived as a despised outcast and lone wolf, too starved for approval to realize when she was being fooled. Now, she had her Clan and her buir, and she loved them dearly. She would give anything to see that her buir, her real father, was safe and sound. Yet, the agony of the death of her beloved still hunted her down whenever she let herself think. She still felt alone in many ways. She had been alone, after all, when her biological father, her false father, expiramented in his own flesh and blood out of spite for her existence. It had taken months for Kranak and the Krayts to find her...

Similarly to Jiriad, she spent so much time in the workshop crafting. It was solitude and a prison at the same time for her. One of the few places she was safe, but she was in the dark and alone there.

Loneliness. What a dastardly little foe to face.

As Jiriad showed off the wolf like basilisk, she was reminded of her own bond with her astromech droid, in a way. Mini was grouchy yet intelligent, he and Gwyn were very protective of each other. Gwyn smiled, despite the tears forming in her eyes.

She reached up and rubbed her eyes, wiping her tears away, "Must be remarkable."

Gwyn simply could not understand not wanting to get involved with technology, not even holding a blaster. It baffled her, as someone who loved a trusty blaster, or eight, at her side(s), why someone would not embrace the wonders of engineering. She tilted her head, looking to the rustic warrior.

"Do you like to use blasters now?"

Jiriad Galaar

 

[Jiriad Galaar]

Jiriad saw the tears begin to form in Gwyneira's eyes and put his hands gently on her shoulders, in a reassuring way. "Know you have my ear if something is troubling you, my friend. Krayt you may be, but all under my roof are treated as if they were Galaar." He gave her a warm smile, before retreating his hands to respect her personal space.

"Indeed. We did not have much in the way of technology on Midvinter and many were slow to adapt, but when we did we embraced it wholeheartedly. Now we use technology to honor our heritage, and I'd like to think I've devised something much better than a simple blaster." he smirked, clearly fully believing his statement. "If you don't mind a delay, I can show you and let you be the judge of that yourself." He was always happy to show off his inventions, especially ones he was as proud of as the one that awaited if she said yes. "Only if you would like to, of course."

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

A R T - S H O W !​

Gwyneira beamed. He wanted to show her his works of art, his crafts, as well! She excitedly lifted her heavy cases of her own goods, beaming, "Of course! I would love to!"

She smiled, eyes shining, "I actually brought some of my own stuff as well, here! I was wanting to show you some of what I made too! I-I was hoping we could come to a crafting agreement."

She stood there, clearly exhilarated by the prospect, "Where will we be going?"

Jiriad Galaar

 

[Jiriad Galaar]

A R M O R Y

Jiriad grinned, patting Gwyneira Vizsla on the shoulder. "Delightful! We'll be going to the Armory to pick up weapons, and then out to the Courtyard for target practice." He started walking, beckoning for her to follow, as he led her through the halls of the Hawk's Nest towards the Armory. "Ah, if you'd like to show them I would like to see them! I would be more than happy to exchange crafts with you." As they drew closer, the sounds of the Forges became louder. Music to his ears.

Soon, they were in the Armory, the Clan's arms and armor laid out before them on various racks and shelves. There was beskar'gam, blasters, and blades galore, in addition to a large amount of bowcasters. The most eye-catching items in the Armory, however, were likely the large, golden-hued bows. "Ah, here we have them." The Valkyri Aliit'alor took a bow for himself, then offered a second to Gwyneira. "This is perhaps my proudest invention. I call it Sólarnál, Sun Needle. And you will soon see why." Jiriad said with a smile, wide and warm. ​

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[Gwyneira Vizsla]

T H E - B U R N I N G - S U N

The forges were loud and burned in an orange glow of industry. It was something the engineer was used to, and it felt home. Of course, these forges were impressive. Once again, the more archaic architecture was telling of a deep culture within this particular clan, one that was different than the Krayts and Vizslas. She was quite intrigued. She set her hefty cases on a nearby, cleared off table and turned to the memorizing weapons Jiriad was happy to show off.

Wow!

The awe on her face was obvious as she gazed upon the elaborately designed energy bow. Every etch was obviously dedicated, the passion in the shape and design obvious. It simply was a work of art. She stepped closer, taking the bow given to her and shifting it in the lights of the forges to get a good look. As she took a look at the exotic weapon, she ran her hand down the frame, "I learned about weapons like these in the academy! Groups like the nightsister, civilizations such as the Zygerrians, made or still make energy bows. Pull back the string and it charges a plasma arrow that can be released."

While Gwyn personally preferred blasters to energy bows, she had to admit that she appreciated the niche and elegant plasma bows. This one, in her hand, was very well crafted. The metallic frame had golden attachments which reminded her of clockwork. With no idea how to use these weapons, she simply held he one she had been given carefully and looked to Jiriad, "This is amazing! You obviously put a lot of time into designing this."

Then, she smirked in confidence, "I can imagine it shoots just as good as it looks."

Jiriad Galaar

 

[Jiriad Galaar]

T R A D E​

Jiriad smirked. "Well, I didn't give you a bow so you could just look at it! Come, come, to the courtyard, where you shall see for yourself, and be the judge of that! Don't worry, I'll show you how it works. Don't want you losing any fingers." The large Valkyri said with a laugh, beckoning and began leading Gwyneira Vizsla through the halls of the Hawk's Nest. As they walked, he partially turned to his guest. "Now's as good a time as any to talk, so tell me, Gwyneira, what kind of trade were you interested in? Blades? Blasters? Armor? I would be more than happy to craft something for another smith like myself." They had plenty of time before they reached the Nest's front entrance, so now was the perfect time to walk and talk shop.

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

T H E - D E A L​

Gwyn pulled her own crafts off the table and carried them, with the bow, through the halls as she followed Jiriad. The talk of the deal was made, and she smiled.

"My idea was that we each could craft something for each other. There is a certain item I would like, but I lack your raw blacksmithing skill. Meanwhile, I am sure that you could find something you'd want crafted from me as well. So instead of exchanging credits, we exchange goods."

She lifted her own cases of weaponry a bit as she walked, "I brought my own crafted items so you could get a taste of what I'm good at creating too. So after shooting the energy bow, you could also test these in the range?"

Jiriad Galaar

 

[Jiriad Galaar]

"I certainly don't see why not!" Jiriad said happily. "And perhaps your visit to the Nest will bring you some fresh inspiration, eh? I think I know what I would like already: something that speaks to your skill, that expresses yourself. That it is made with passion is enough for me."

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

A I M - T R U E​

A smirk spread across the half Arkanian's face. Holding the bow in her hand, Gwyn looked up to Jiriad, "It's a deal! So let's-"

She paused and looked down to her aimless posture. She then looked back up to Jiriad and asked, "-Oops! Never fired one of these before. Care to go first?"

Jiriad Galaar