Marek S'hadar
C R U S A D E R
Technology design and armor making had never been something Marek had dabbled in before, but insofar he had no issues with the process, actually he found it quite interesting. The first sketches and ideas had come to him during one of the many sleepless nights the Jedi Master endured. He’d been on some Republic Cruiser, a week or so prior to his return to the Silver Jedi, Marek had already decided he was coming home at that point, in fact he was packing his bags, when the idea came. The Silver Jedi weren’t built around being a war machine, but the Antarian Rangers were formidable enough, the late Master Hasjo’s sixth company had been a force to be reckoned with, and that was before one counted the numerous warriors who inhabited its ranks. But something seemed missing, a champion, something to rally behind. Sure, one could have holoposters of some rangers and a few Jedi, they’d all seen that, but there needed to be an icon. As much as S’hadar figured the forces of the Shadows would’ve been great, he knew good and well they were shadows for a reason. But then it came to him.
A titan. Clad from head to toe in massive powered armor, a helmeted warrior could lead the charge into war. And lead he would, assuming Marek made this fething suit work. Heavy metals, armorweave, anything he could get went into his little project. Right now all he had was the skeleton, a cold metal frame that he carefully observed as droids constructed the base of the behemoth, connecting circuitry, screwing in things, welding, the process all in all was tiresome just to watch, but Marek was doing things other than watching. He’d acquired two saber crystals, one a brilliant green, one a radiant yellow, each rather large, once made into greatsabers they’d make brilliant tools for the titan. But the construction of sabers was no task for droids.
He sat with the components in front of him, each saber’s parts and crystals laid in groups separate from each other to avoid mixing up parts. He’d commanded troops, a Star Destroyer, and done so much else, but even now Marek still was mixing up his crap. Amongst the sound of construction Marek found focus, calm, serenity, so he began. The green crystal levitated upwards slowly as the Jedi Master kept it steady, then pieces of the device began to rise to join their core. The bits of the machine came together, bonding as they became the grip, the ignition, the emitter, everything. The pieces of metal melded together before him to become a great weapon, one that he would make change with. Major or minor, good or bad, this weapon would become his instrument, or whoever would step up to the task of being…feth it needed a name.
It was built for combat, C. I would repel all foes, R. And it would spearhead their assaults, A. CRA, and it was an experimental utility suit, CRAXUS, it would be called CRAXUS. Marek smiled, extending his arm and catching the now complete greatsaber in his hand. It was heavy, would require a two handed grip for humanoids his size, absent power armor, but he was rectifying that problem at this very moment.
A titan. Clad from head to toe in massive powered armor, a helmeted warrior could lead the charge into war. And lead he would, assuming Marek made this fething suit work. Heavy metals, armorweave, anything he could get went into his little project. Right now all he had was the skeleton, a cold metal frame that he carefully observed as droids constructed the base of the behemoth, connecting circuitry, screwing in things, welding, the process all in all was tiresome just to watch, but Marek was doing things other than watching. He’d acquired two saber crystals, one a brilliant green, one a radiant yellow, each rather large, once made into greatsabers they’d make brilliant tools for the titan. But the construction of sabers was no task for droids.
He sat with the components in front of him, each saber’s parts and crystals laid in groups separate from each other to avoid mixing up parts. He’d commanded troops, a Star Destroyer, and done so much else, but even now Marek still was mixing up his crap. Amongst the sound of construction Marek found focus, calm, serenity, so he began. The green crystal levitated upwards slowly as the Jedi Master kept it steady, then pieces of the device began to rise to join their core. The bits of the machine came together, bonding as they became the grip, the ignition, the emitter, everything. The pieces of metal melded together before him to become a great weapon, one that he would make change with. Major or minor, good or bad, this weapon would become his instrument, or whoever would step up to the task of being…feth it needed a name.
It was built for combat, C. I would repel all foes, R. And it would spearhead their assaults, A. CRA, and it was an experimental utility suit, CRAXUS, it would be called CRAXUS. Marek smiled, extending his arm and catching the now complete greatsaber in his hand. It was heavy, would require a two handed grip for humanoids his size, absent power armor, but he was rectifying that problem at this very moment.
