Fine tuning

[Azrael]

Keldabe, Mandalore
Mandal Motors

Weeks prior at the on-world forger's smithing residence, Azrael and Kad Kando had worked to create his set of true Mandalorian armor, refined and made to a design he'd dreamed up while considering his circumstances, and his understanding of salvaging for the better part of nearly twenty years. The creation of this armor was only the first step as he soon understood. The beskar'gam was the essential ingredient and that took the skill and precision of Kando's knowledge and tools, and access to the lines of beskar that had been carved out of their orbiting moon. It had been molded and fashioned, sized for his frame and fitted correctly. The physical components were finished, but it was still just a hollow shell. The technology to make this suit truly alive however was at this point, non-functional. Azrael had worked with Kad in earnest to create it, and the design was unique to that of the Cathar, and thus Azrael had taken care to work some of the tools with Kad's supervision to create the non-traditional style of the armor.

To actually facilitate what was needed though, Azrael needed an engineer, and there was no better man to approach about this than the Field Marshal himself. Heavy footfalls tread along the dirt road as a heft pack of leather was slung over his right shoulder. Thankful for the afforded strength of his bionic digits as it kept the straps of leather from truly bearing him down as he moved across the landscape to the appointed spot of the Mandal Motors factory headquarters. Gil expected him, sent from Kando to craft the armor's workings, and develop it into a truly functional piece worthy of the Mando'ade. Azrael felt the weight of the pack on his back, and understood it was indeed dead weight. It was the weight of his pride, his honor, and his victory. Despite it's heft, he smiled under the weight as he realized he was a step closer to becoming one of them.

Ushering himself passed the threshold and into the headquarters of the Mandal Motors company, his grey eyes searched for the Field Marshal to begin the process of putting this puzzle together, and crafting what would be his new identity. The scruffy and bearded man caught into his sights as he gave a flick of his head in a nod.

"Su cuy'gar ner'vod, it's fresh off the polishing shelf at the MCAA." He wasn't able to hide his excitement, the armor was famous throughout the galaxy, but to them, to the Mando'ade, it was part of their culture in so much that it was a firm part of their Resoln'are. It was a special occassion for an adopted son of the Manda to get his armor, and to fashion it with another trained in the art.

 

[Azrael]

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With a nod acknowledging the young Mando'ad Gilamar made his way over to Azreal. Azreal was...what was to be expected of a Mandalorian. He was strong, and though he was ill-trained he seemed to have an innate familiarity with battle, even if Azreal himself didn't think so. He was headstrong, ready and willing to serve his Mandalore, but he was a man that had ambition. He could get behind a man like that. Hell, he was very similar to Gilamar himself in his younger days.

His story was one that was not unique or unheard of among the Mandalorians. He had been adopted into the fold through certain circumstances that were less than favorable. What stood out most about the man was the mechanical apparatus that the man called an arm. It had the Madnalorian Mythosaur skull painted in its shoulder and simply by itself seemed to be a weapon of untold destruction. It was almost intimidating.

Almost.

Clapping Azreal on the shoulder he grinned his old man smile. He wasn't wearing armor or anything so imposing. Quite the opposite in fact. He wore a pair of beat up pants and a button up shirt. A blaster pistol sat at his waist in a hostler and a vibroblade sat in a strap that was sling across his chest. His grey eyes looked tired but seemed to hold their own life. "What's in the bag 'Fresh off the polishing shelf' from MCAA?" he joked. He knew what was in the sack. Its why Azreal and Gilamar had decided to meet. Nodding his head back towards the door he motioned the younger Mandalorian to follow him. "Come."

 

[Azrael]

While not armored, the Field Marshal still cast an intimidating shadow across the threshold and over his own frame. An older man with deep set eyes and a grizzled complexion. Azrael suspected that's what all Mando'ade would turn to look like after years of war, loss, sorrow, and victory. His own clothing was a mixture of simple cloth materials with a modified left sleeveless look to fit the bulk of his bionic appendage through. He didn't cover it up as much as he had on Ord Mantell. While there is was a consistent reminder of loss, on Mandalore it was a badge of honor and Azrael wore it well. Metallic digits tightened on the strap of leather holding the back against his shoulder and over his back. Meeting Gilamar's own grey-eyed gaze, the former scrapper shifted his footing slightly and gave an amused smirk.

"My future." He said simply in response, as it was certainly the truth. This armor represented what he was going to be, what he'd become. The training, the discipline, and the study that the current Manda'lor was giving him in private sessions would shape him and give him his edge in combat and understanding. The armor though would make him Mandalorian. It was a symbol to the rest of the Galaxy that he was part of something that spanned several millenia, and he was here to stay and fight. Stepping through the offered threshold, Azrael followed Gilamar into his personal workshop where he'd let the sack down with a heavy thud. First thing to come out was a data-pad chip that he left infront of the older man, along with a hand-drawn sketch on flimsi that detailed some of the ideas Azrael had drawn up while working and learning from the Cathar at the MCAA.

"These are designs I had worked up with Kad, things I'd like to see added to the design. We took some of the things I knew from salvaging, and put them to use. Kad said it was 'non traditional' but still worthy of the Manda." He had hopes that it wasn't something that would seem offensive to the style and craft of the other armor, but it was to be his own armor, and he wanted it fit him, not only in body, but in mind. Thusly dubbed at the top of the sketch 'Solus Irud''.

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR GILAMAR SKIRATA

Taking the datapad and quickly scanning over the specifications listed, he paused to take a look at the sketch on the sheet of flimsi. His grey eyebrows rose in surprise at the design. It was extremely detailed, it even had the Mythosaur skull painted on Azreal's arm in the image. "Huh." he grunted as his eyes ran over the image again. "Going non-traditional with the helmet eh?" he noted. Not many went without the T-shaped visor in their helms. Many found the design useful for the sophisticated HUD that was often installed.

"I can tell you right now..." he muttered as he looked back and forth between the flimsi sketch and the datapad. "The kind of stuff you want on this...Is gonna take a lot of proper care." Even his own armor, which had only the bare minimum took hours of repair and cleaning after use. Then again, it was a Mandalorian's job to keep his armor and weapons in top shape, as there was no telling when he would need them.

 

[Azrael]

A good deal of his design input had come from the Cathar, as they had worked side by side on the design and the functionality of the armor. They had already discussed his bionic arm, and he knew that he wanted that to be a prominent role in the creation of his armor, to allow full function of the appendage while still having the needed weaponry and use of a set of Mandalorian armor. Each piece had been crafted and made for his form, with a little bit of room to grow in as well. The idea was that he'd most likely bulk up a bit from wearing it, and working in it. The armor was heavy, it was a burden - but it was also his identity. Azrael wasn't going to only put half-effort into something that was going to define him. He'd let others define him his whole life, now he was forging a new identity, and a new path. He wanted it to be right. As the Field Marshal surveyed the digital layouts Azrael went to unpacking the armor. Unclasping the several strap and buckles, the sack unfolded and rolled out like a sleeping bag. Each piece of the armor fitted into leather slots designed for travel, with the helmet wrapped up in the middle. Arranging the pieces, in order, while placing the helmet at the start so Gilamar could inspect the work.

"I was a salvager for most of my life on Ord Mantell. I've worked with scrap of all kinds, even seen Beskar a time or two, but it was very rare. I'm used to breathing life into damaged goods." Azrael commented as he looked over the gleaming set of freshly polished armor, and though it looked impressive, he knew it was far from complete. Running his right hand's fingertips over the helm, tracing the grooved lines in the design. "Every Mandalorian puts some of their own flare into the design Kad told me. If this is going to be how I'm defined, I want it to make an impression. Not just the Mandalorian one." His eyes shifted to that of the Field Marshal as he walked around the table inspecting the look and feel of the beskar tiled armor lined in the leather packing bag. "So, what's first?"

Azrael was anxious to get started, the young man was highly interested in digging into creating this suit for him. While he was better at actual repair, he was interested to see what the famed engineer had in store for him. Both hands, real and otherwise were pressed against the edge of the table. Metallic digits drummed on the table as he spared glances between Gil and the armor before him. This was going to be a good day.

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR GILAMAR SKIRATA

Posted 16 October 2013 - 06:14 PM

He knew Kad to do good work...But this, this was a piece of work. With an old grin he placed a hand on the breast plate of the armor. "Have you put it on yet to see if it all works?" he asked Azrael. After all, if it didn't work it would just be a hunk of metal...Then again, that was mostly what Gil's own armor was. He was a very simple man and had only a grappling hook and a quick fire blaster in his wrist. He had no flamethrower or wrist rocket, often not even ajetpack...But he knew that complicated armors were nearly useless if the weapons didn't respond to the weapons systems.

"Have you set up the weapon commands?" Another important question. Sure, the armor's weapon system could theoretically be programmed to activate with a gesture, but it couldn't read your mind.

 

[Azrael]

Posted 17 October 2013 - 04:37 AM

A step back from the table was taken as Azrael surveyed the armor in the slots of leather packing, arm of flesh and metal crossing over each other in a folded position against his chest. The gleaming metal under the direct over-head light was a spectacle in and of itself. A work of art fashioned by a master smith, working with some of the rarest and most durable metal in the galaxy. While others would just see armor, Azrael saw a definable purpose and a new life; and moreso Gilamar was most likely seeing something far more deep. A war hardened Field Marshal was certainly more acquainted with several kinds of armor and it would be his final assessment that the Ord Mantell native would place great weight on. As the elder Mandalorian traced his hand across the breastplate and asked the probing question, Azrael gave a slight neck-roll before he affirmed with a half nod.

"A time or two, Kad wanted to make sure the measurements were right, so it's been adjusted and fitted to me. None of the weapon systems are online, but the components are there at the ready. It's just a shell right now." Azrael responded loosening his arm fold to reach out with his left hand tapping a metallic digit onto the right wrist gauntlet. "Most of it is contained here if not in the buy'ce. Fit as much we could in other places to save space. This is going to likely be the hardest part, combining two gauntlets into one." Azrael surmised given that he was including the weapon functionality and controls of two gauntlets into a single one, as his left arm wouldn't be available to tie into the system - yet.

Shifting from the armor display and looking over Gil's shoulder to the datapad. His eyes studied the diagram and list of materials needed to complete the armor setup. "About the other tech, he said you'd he able to get most of it." After weeks of working with the Cathar and bouncing endless questions off the man, and compiling a list and diagram of what he was looking for, he was finally satisfied with the result. Now they just had to make it a reality.

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR GILAMAR SKIRATA

Posted 21 October 2013 - 02:30 PM

The old man gave a sage-like nod to Azrael. "Yes...Yes, I think I can actually. I have an old acquaintance that has recently opened up shop again to help Kad with orders." He muttered as he turned and began walking towards the back of his workshop. Most of the tech he was looking for would have to be integrated into the armor itself, however he did have the parts to do so. There were however things that he would need to cover first.

Rummaging through his things he finally found what he was looking for. It was a deep red box made of durasteel with the mythosaur logo printed dead center. With a strained grunt he picked up the box. The thing was heavier than he remembered. Once he got it up though, it was much lighter. "Here." Walking back over he placed the box on the table. "I know you won't need both but..." Opening the box and turning it towards the young Mandalorian he revealed a pair of crushguants. "The old man can do wonders..He might be able to mod these old Mythosaurs into a pair of shockgloves."

 

[Azrael]

Posted 22 October 2013 - 12:26 AM

The secrets that this shop could tell with it's various rooms of armaments and technology crafted by the finest engineers this side of the galaxy, and used to create an armada of strong warriors standing the tests of time and every other obstacle that could be thrown at them. If these walls could talk. Azrael mused as the Field Marshal moved to the back room and wrestled out an old thick box that he placed onto the table with a sizable thud. Grey eyes shifted as Gilamar opened up the lid to reveal a pair of crushgaunts laid inside with care. At first he just admired them, without truly understanding what they were. Reaching out with his right hand, and sweeping his digits across the exterior of one glove before he slid it out from the case and inspected the digits and the interesting lateral weave the covered every square inch. They were heavier too than they looked but were still a thing of beauty. Glancing at both, he gave a knowing look at his left hand before placing the glove back into the box.

"Looks like you were saving them for a special occasion, quite an ijaat, vod." Clipping the case shut, as he knew he'd need to make another stop to Edric. "We've already met though, Kad introduced us. Some of the design of this was actually hand crafted by him." He motioned towards the armor. "I'll certainly see what he can do." Azrael shifted as he slipped the helmet up between his hands, looking within the helm itself before placing it back down on the table. "Where should we start then?" He asked wondering if the helmet was the first or last thing they'd touch. They still had a lot of work ahead of them.

 

[Azrael]

RECOVERY FOR GILAMAR SKIRATA

"Hmm..." A leathery hand moved to the old man's graying beard, a look of contemplation plastered onto the battle-worn face. "Well the easiest place to start would probably be the shockglove." He muttered, slightly to himself. "But do we want to start with the easiest thing..." The man started pacing, stopping mid way across the room and coming back. "Well vod, if you go in the back there should be some bodygloves and flight suits in the large locker for starters."

While he was searching for the right body gloves for the armor, Gil would work on the shockglove. Walking back to the armor he picked up the gauntlet and moved to a cluttered work bench full of scrap metal. Sitting in the chair with a grunt he swept his hand over the table, tossing the scrap to the floor. Pulling on a pair of welding goggles he set to work installing the the components that would charge the webbing in the shockglove.

 

[Azrael]

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