Returning Home (Dev Thread)

[Amaethon Tzimiskes]

Several years before present date...

Amethon closed the door to his shack and leaned against it, meanwhile throwing his pack onto a nearby chair. The last time he was here he was a different person, younger, stronger, and stupider. But those days were gone, he was greyer and frailer, but it was an acceptable price to pay for wisdom, any Mandalorian would tell you that.

However he'd suffered more then most. He went through battle after battle, pumping himself full of bacta just to keep himself going. But Bacta alone isn't enough, you need time and rest to prevent permanent damage. Amethon however went back into battle and reopened his wounds not to mention making new ones. He had payed the price for his blindness, he could hardly move in his armor and he expected that if he used a rifle with a decent kick, he'd end up on his backside.

IF he expected to fight again he'd need an edge, an equalizer... an exoskeleton perhaps? Amethon paused this train of thought for a moment, hadn't he thought about that years ago? He couldn't remember the details. Probably didn't matter anyway.

Enough with the reminiscing, he had a job to do.

 

[Amaethon Tzimiskes]

Amethon began by removing his armor from the pack and setting it on the workbench. He'd designed the armor to be easily dismantled for easy repairs. This would make adding the exoskeleton easier and faster . That is if he didn't kill himself while trying to get in the blasted chair.

With a pained grunt he finally sat down, easing back into the chair while letting out a relieved sigh. The workbench had been placed adjacent to the window so he'd be able to use the natural light rather then wasete energy on synthetics. Besides, Amethon enjoyed the view. The passing pedestrians, the trees swaying in the wind, the children playing, the faces pressed up against his window...

The faces pressed up against his window?

Apparently some punks, (pre-teens) were enjoying watching an old veterans tribulations. Amethon tried to shoo them away but the children stayed put. Deciding that they weren't worth getting out his rifle, (but only after some thought on the subject) Amethon reached for the wall-button to close the shades. This was in vain though, he realized after a large amount of grunting, without getting out of his chair.

All the while the little "Rascals" were laughing their heads of at the spectacle. Honestly, Amethon thought, their parents should whip them raw for such disrespect. Swearing and cursing, Amethon put on his gauntlet and used its grappling hook to hit the button. Now he could work in peace.

 

[Amaethon Tzimiskes]

He used his tongs to open up the gauntlet and began to remove the scales. Luckily for him, he had all the necessary parts to make the exoskeleton, though as they were droid parts it would make it a bit difficult. They were originally made for a droid Amethon had been working on but he'd never finished. It was meant to be a lifter model, designed to haul Beskar for Amethon and other Mandalorians. War had intervened however, and what he'd built had fallen in disrepair.

The effort wasn't wasted though, he'd be able to put it to good use, albeit different from its original. He incerted the mechanism, a mess of pistons and hydraulics, into the gauntlet and clumped together the exposed wiring parallel to each other. readying it for the plasteel tubing he would add.

 

[Amaethon Tzimiskes]

Amethon repeated the process for the other glove, prying the outer shell off, removing scales. adding the mechanism, and securing the wires. He'd need to watch out for Ion attacks after installing these, a grenade would leave him almost completely immobile. Amethon leaned back in his chair. The task would take him longer then he thought, it had already taken him about an hour to finish this much, and he didn't want to consider how long it would take to finish the rest.

By then he might be incapable of getting out of his chair.

 

[Amaethon Tzimiskes]

Finally he put the plasteel tubing over both of the cylindrical wire groups. Now he'd have to do add the arm exoskeleton, or how he called it, "The Flesh Hugger." When someone thinks of an exoskeleton they usually think of some bulky frame that goes around your arms and legs. While that was usually an accurate description of most mainline exoskeletons, it was against the natural description.

Insects didn't have some bulky frame, to them it was almost like armor. That was what he was trying to accomplish in this exoskeleton. A streamline armor that wouldn't effect his maneuverability. So instead of a frame, it would be built into the armor plates as pistons, shock absorbers, and the like. More "exo-muscle" then exoskeleton.