Painful Masquerade

[Mauda]

"Excuse me a moment"

A Dock Worker, woman of short stature, had come and pulled me away from my talks.

"The Mando wants you".

This was what? The third time? Hopefully it would be the last. The craftsman didn't seem like the sort to needlessly ask my advice on every cut and sow he made and so I assumed he was either finished, or had encountered a problem. If it was the latter, of course I'd be willing to finance or provide aid, but it would frustrate me significantly.

I made my way through the Spice Labs to the Armoury. Suddenly I was hit by certain business revelations. This Lab was the only facility we had to refine spice. Meaning not only did we have stock consisting of weapons, cybernetics and equipment flowing through this dock, but one of the most notorious substances on the black market. I needed a new facility to dilute this.

Finally I came to the door of the Armoury and heard, or rather didn't hear, the lack of smithery. I slowly walked through the doorway and observed [member="Valdus Bral"] stood near his workbench. Before I asked him what he needed, I then saw the mask. Laying face-up on his workbench. From where I stood, the craftsman's masterpiece seemed complete. I was impressed, very.

"I assume you are finished?"

I ran my burnt hand across the half-face, feeling it's intricacy and taking in its details.

"If this doesn't bend like a plate of durasteel made in the lower levels of Taris, I will be most impressed and certainly inclined to provide you a bonus of.. At least 40,000."

 

[Valdus Bral]

Valdus leaned himself back against the workbench, crossing his arms as he waited for his client to enter. When [member="Orex Mauda"] did enter Valdus continued to lean his lower body against the work bench, facing away from the table. " It's done. Songsteel isn't as physically durable as some materials, but it'll give lightsabers 'n blasters a very hard time. It's not physically brittle by any means." Valdus looked down and to the side to watch the tracing hand on the mask. There wasn't much minute detail, but it was polished, and what details were there were crisp and durable.

After a few seconds Valdus leaned off the workbench and reached to take the mask from [member="Orex Mauda"] . "I'll show you." If Valdus was able to retrieve the mask he'd set it down so that the face of the mask was away from the table, creating a decently large gap between the upper most peak and on the table where he was just leaning against/ Then, in a blur of motion, he'd smash his squared off metal working hammer into the face plate which caused sparks to arise from the block of durasteel the hammerhead was constructed of. No scratches or dents on either the hammer nor the mask and he was a very strong man. " Wouldn't take it to task with a slugthrower, but you shouldn't need to worry about reasonable things." Such as a massive blacksmith smashing his forge hammer into his face.

 

[Mauda]

Sparks flew and I watched the surface carefully. Spotless. It was more than satisfactory and I was very impressed.

"Well. Consider this a remarkable piece of equipment. I am very grateful for your work and I'm sure I'll be seeing more of you in the future. Here is 42,000 ontop of the original 12,000. If ever I am in need of another mask or metal works in general, I will definitely call upon your services."

I took the mask in one hand and handed a collection of credit chips to [member="Valdus Bral"] . Shaking his hand, I turned to depart, leaving him to conclude his work.

 

[Valdus Bral]

Valdus slid his hammer back into the belt it was previously on and then grasped the forearm of [member="Orex Mauda"] and giving a single firm shake before releasing him. " Much appreciated. Thank you for your hospitality and payment." With that Valdus took the credit chips and then packed up his belongings before heading back to his ship where he would depart shortly.








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