Reforging from the Fires of War

[Vilaz Munin]

Mandalore; Beskar'yaim

The armor didn't feel...right. It didn't feel comfortable at all. Was it the size of it? Was it the weight of it? What was it? Best guess was that it didn't fit in his personality. Everyone Mandalorian's armor may look the same from the exterior, but each one's beskar'gam was unique and different from one another. Mostly, they designed their armor that described themselves, that expressed themselves by paining the iron clad armor, decorating it, adding armaments, and such and such. As mentioned, there was an ingredient missing to have a unique armor that described Vilaz. And he wasn't going to the same beskarsmith that forged his armor, since it didn't feel right or "fit" Vilaz.

However, he did knew another beskarsmith that he met in a bar recently. He seemed to know his stuff. And he owned an island with his own forge where he created weapons, armor, and all you can imagine that a black smith could create. He already had the beskar with him which was his armor, but the smith could reforge his armor by using the Mandalorian Iron from his armor. As for armaments he already had them: a wrist flamethrower and wrist grappling hook bought from ARGH, an dart shoot which would be integrated in the armor, and a wrist rocket launcher system. For miscellaneous features they would be added with the armor once the phenotype of the was created.

A Tegaanalir class patrol ship flew in the skies of Mandalore as it was heading towards its destination. Moments later the freighter hovered over a docking pad of the island and then landed on the pad. A hiss escaped as the hatch was opened and a figure along with his pet Vornskr walked out onto the pad and the sun hit on him. No hesitation came to him and continued walking with his beskar'gam equipped to him and Dalso walking by his side. Awaiting for a welcome and a short tour of the owner of the island the Rally Master just kept on walking with no guide or map as if he was a lost man in a foreign region.

[member=Ijaat Akun]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Ijaat hadn't remembered inviting anyone out to his island recently. Whilst the slow expansion of his company had meant that beskar'yaim was becoming less and less hidden, it still wasn't something he gave out the coordinates to like candy. In his reasoning it was likely, no it had to be one of his fellow Protectors. And upon sighting the ship from within the trees he shook his head, knowing it immediately. Vilaz. There was an odd bond between the two, even though usually the older beskar smith would have leveled him like a puffed up sack of air he usually sounded like. But in combat, the lad had proven himself to be quite deadly.

Stepping from the shade of the trees, Ijaat waved. Again when at home he had begun to dress in plain workclothes or his military uniform, this time favoring a simple white linen shirt, grey pants and a battered chocolate leather apron strung over his neck and tied around his waist, From his waist hung an assortment of tools on pouches, and a mighty beskar hammer hanging by a belt thong on his left hip, dangling with every step. Sleeves were rolled up above his shoulders, and heavy leather forge gloves were tucked into the belt behind his hammer, several old looking tattoos and scars across his forearms.

"Well, showing up unannounced like this almost made me shoot you out of the sky.... What do you need, eh VIlaz?"

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The relationship between beskar and a beskarsmith was a complex one. And it was a valued skill to have to know how to smith and work with the iron, for it wasn't just a metal that everyone could shape in their image. The only ones who know how to work with the metal were Mandalorians who's occupancy was a beskarsmith which gave the potential to these individuals of such knowledge to make true Mandalorian beskar'gam, besuliisks that utilized beskar rather than durasteel or other less expensive and less durable metals, beskads, and other items from this priceless metal. As much the Mando'ade were greedy about their precious Mandalorian Iron they were also greedy about the secrets of forging with beskar.

As the Redneck continued walking the shores of the island and spotted a figure stepping out of the shades of a tree and waved at the Mandalorian. He immediately knew who the man was as his brain processed his face at the night they met into a well remembered memory. But as he began moving towards him he began observing the rest of Ijaat. He saw the tattoos and scars upon his forearms. The tattoos symbolized something, of course, to Ijaat but the scars meant how tough the man was by maybe the hours of sweat of working with the lightsaber resistant metal. Grey pants, a leather apron, a white shirt was a temporary alternative to the beskar'gam as they were safe in Mandalorian space. Vilaz wore not the same thing, but jeans, boots, a vest, and a brown button up sbirt inestad of the beskar'gam that was to be put away or adjusted.

"You got yourself an army here, vod," the Rally Master said in a joking tone in response to Ijaat greeting. Was he capable to do such a thing? Or was it a joke? "I need a favor, Ijaat. I need new armor or mine adjusted, and new things to be on it. And I got some things that anyone would kill for. Some things from a long dead, but famous alchemist that I could give ya for pay."

[member="Ijaat Akun"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Smiling, Ijaat took out a cigarette, lighting it from a gold-chased lighter that smelled faintly of butane and stale smoke itself. Taking one long drag he looked the other mandalorian up and down. The gaze was critical, questioning, as he listened to the man drawl on about needing help. Almost everyone that came to beskar'yaim needed such. In one way, it was flattering he supposed in some ways... But in others it was almost like having a lot of needy children. That weren't his. And instead of food, they consumed beskar like a teenager did anything edible.

Except this one. This one was coming to him with something he had been dead serious about studying for years, even though many told him he was insane for trying it. He raised an eyebrow at the offer and extended his free hand as he took a drag from the cigarette and exhaled spice-scented blue smoke in a rather well formed smoke ring into the air, watching it float away over on a breeze as he cleared his throat and turned his gaze back to the redneck mandalorian.

"And just whose research do you have? And how did you know I was looking for it?"

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Of course, everyone knew about the famous Rave Merill and the beauty of her artwork. It could be argued that she was the best alchemist in this era of history, and better than ancient, famous alchemist such as the infamous Darth Sidious, the Dathomirian Witch Mother Talzin, and many other expert individuals of this complicated field. Rave, recently passed away before the events of the Netherworld, would be one to be remembered by those who study these arts such as the Witches of Dathomir and Sith Sorcerers. The same would go for everyone into the Galaxy to know more about this individual and how she shaped history and the Galaxy. Anyone could perfect what she did or make new innovatations from her creations, but it was her who pioneered for those wishing to continue her legacy.

The notes that he had with him from that raid on an uncharted moon that was host to Rave's lab was something that people would beg Vilaz for. Corporations would give millions of credits, Sith would drive to kill, and alchemists would plead for these priceless notes. Even Ijaat could be one who would do anything for these notes written by nine other than Rave after the Rally Master mentioned about them. And he would obtain them by the price of one beskar'gam. Others didn't pay for the services for beskarsmiths, but this one would be rewarded with riches that were better than gold or a hidden cove filled with stolen treasure.

“Rave Merill's note, no other like 'em. And I can tell you want 'em which you'll get for one new beskar'gam." Not that he was putting conditions on Ijaat, but it was an exchange for one's labor for something. Of course, he could get it in an alternative way by paying with credits if he didn't mention the research notes, but he figured that Ijaat and Isley could make use of these notes.

[member="Ijaat Akun"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Ijaat nodded, and without much preamble pulled out a datapad from the interior of his tunic, probably from a pocket on the forging apron he wore, and hit a button. Immediately a 'boulder' slid open a door to reveal an elevator wide enough for a bulk hauling speeder and several people, and Ijaat gestured inside, smiling jovially at the almost cartoon like entrance to his workshop. There were, truth be told, quite a few such entrance/exits in and out, all rather well visually hid. There was still something to be desired on hiding it from sensors, and even the force. But one step at a time. Right now he needed more equipment, and to do that he needed customers. Like Vilaz. Even though he wasn't paying in cash, his offer could be more lucrative than any other he had ever been given.

"If you really have Rave's notes, follow me... We'll hit the forge... Bring whatever you have with you, if you have anything. And we'll get it done."

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

“You bet your shebs I got 'em. Went through sithspawns and droids for them," the Rally Master ensured his fellow vod about the notes of Rave Merill. He fought hard to earn those notes and other treasures within that facility in Fringe Space. It surprised him from the information of General Jorus Merill to hear that ever since the tragic death of his sister it was untouched and undisturbed by any Fringe forces, especially the Fringers. Surely they would have known of the complex in their territory. Fortunately, they didn't. Millions upon millions of credits the faculty and its many wonders were worth to anyone who had come across this foreign region. And if the Fringe had, indeed, know of this place then those who ventured and raided the facility wouldn't have been there, and the Redneck wouldn't be offering Ijaat the treasures he found in return of his labor. Cloning for Sithspawn, terentareks, memory tapes for flash learning, and other priceless notes was the loot he found and took for himself. Though, he wasn't the only one there. Another treasure hunter was also there looting the facility for anything that was worth in its weight. Like Vilaz the treasure hunter had his hands on a few memory tapes, however, the Mandalorian had the rest of the tapes in suitcase on his person vessel. Another thing the beskarsmith would enjoy to have.

“Let me go get the goodies," the Warrior said to the smith and walked towards his vehicle that held many, many items such as weapons, supplies, credits, and his loot. Only a briefcase was in his left hand and a datapad on his waist, for the loot. His right hand was pushing a cart carrying a box of the equipment he wished to integrate on his armor. This armor wouldn't be standard issued personal defenses for infantry. This is what made every Mandalorian's unique and different than anyone else's suit of armor. And this is what described their character and personality. They might look like clones because of the traditional buy'ce they all wore whenever wearing their beskar'gam, but each of their ironclad suits were different. Some were tanks by wearing beskar'kandar and others wearing beskar'gam were agile and more mobile. Everyone was different.

“Ever had a beach party, vod," the Rally Master asked Ijaat as he followed him into the hidden elevator that would take him to somewhere he has never been before.

[member="Ijaat Akun"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The descent of the elevator commenced when the doors were closed and the common thud in most elevators. He could tell how far they were going below by just looking at the red digits inside the elevator indicating what levels they were on and passed. Minutes passed which was not enjoyed due to the annoying music that could be heard in the shaft as he was descending down further into the volcano. Ijaat must've paid a fortune just for living on this luxurious island filled with the latest technology. He must be rich just for this type of living. Not that he was envious, but he barely see any Mandalorian living this type of life.

And after thousands of feet below the surface of the shaft stopped and the doors opened after the ride became static. Before him numerous of tools were around the whole room that were appropriate to making beskar into any shape. But there were more than that. There were workers waiting for the arrival of the customer and Ijaat. It was time for work.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

As Ijaat stepped out of the elevator, it was like a match had been tossed into a pool of gas and ignited. Workers spun, taking things from Vilaz, running them to machines to analyze, someone with a sewing measuring tape began to measure Vilaz as Ijaat began looking around. The cave held literally close to fifty various suits all in Ijaat's trademark style, and all in various stages of completion. There seemed to be nothing but chaos humming about the place, but somehow it ran like it was supposed to be that way.

"Right... First thing is first, let Adelay there measure you, don't worry she's not into boys so she won't get any ideas... My techs will analyzed everything for composite and data, and we'll take the readouts and go from there... Now... What exactly do you want your new armor to do and be, hmmm?"

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Without hesitation he obeyed Ijaat's orders and allowed the woman to take his measures. His arms, his waist, his legs, everything that a tailor would do for a client just so there were no complaints from the customer that it's too short from the arms or the pants were too long. And it was good to hear that the measurer wasn't into men. Too many women that were mostly tipsy and getting the wrong idea when he took drinks at Ijaat's bar. Other workers also began to shift in the forge as they took some of the articles he brought with him such as a DUR-24 wrist blaster, a wrist flamethrower purchased from ARGH, a MM9 missile system, a Velocity-7 dart shooter, a Mandalorian shield -divuul-, and some products from Armatech.

After the measures were taken they were given to Ijaat which would be later be given to his other workers to know how big they were to make the beskar plates and his helmet. “I want my armor modern. Y'know, beskar plates that only covers the chest, the front of the thighs, knees, calves, the back, and the shoulders. I want the wrist blaster, the missile system, and the flamethrower on the left gauntlet. Grappling hook and the dart shooter on the right one. Crushgaunts, HUD, beskar armorweave bodyglove. A personal shield purchased from Armatech, and that Mandalorian shield on the left gauntlet as well."

[member="Ijaat Akun"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

And so with the measurements being passed to the every single worker in the forge the construction of Vilaz's new beskar'gam began. He didn't bothered having his current one being reconstructed into the image the Warrior wanted it to be in. No, he had other plans for his first True Mandalorian Armor. Maybe pass it to someone else or give to a kid of his, if he could get a wife of his own and have biological and adopted kids. Maybe, but he hadn't taken that train yet.

Beskarsmiths began to carve the precious beskar into shape that the customer wished. This phase was the most interesting part than making the HUD or integrating the weapons on the armor. It was a secret kept within those smiths that promised to not share to anyone, besides a Vod who wished to know the arts of this technique. But they were not just making beskar plates. No, they were also making a beskar-armorweave bodyglove for the underlayer of the suit. Beskar from head to toe. Like beskar'kandar, but lighter than that since it wasn't just plates covering him from head to toe. After this phase was completed the whole armor would be finished very soon. Why? Because it was making the components of this armor. The HUD, integrated weapons system, the antenna/rangefinder, everything that would make it a modern armor and not just a bucket of iron.

Field tests were taken to ensure that the Beskar'gam would do what it was created for. Even some slight modifications were made to improve the armor for its user. Finally, after some time, a day or so, the custom order was given to the Redneck as he stayed on the island until his armor was finished. With that, he had paid to Ijaat as he promised: copies of the notes of Rave Merrill that he had found at the uncharted facility used by the late, famous alchemist.

Nothing else the Rally Master wished. He left the beautiful island to come back home and use his newly made armor for whatever event he would, eventually, come across.