Faction The Resol'nare: Beskar'gam (MU)

[Eliz Krayt]

To be Mandalorian was to follow the Resol'nare. To follow the Resol'nare, one had to follow the six tenants. Eliz had grown up in this life, with these beliefs, but the one part of the Resol'nare he could never truly follow was that of armor. Beskar'gam. He wanted to change that. And he probably wasn't the only one. But for that they needed smiths. Two came to mind. Shai Maji , the Shistavanen. And Adeen Markiff, the hermit. Both were invited to help the next generation build their armor and join the ranks of Vod. That at least was why Eliz was braving the searing heat of the forge.

Cause damn it was hot. He wasn't much for the heat (Chiss were more apt for cold planets after all) but he'd have to deal with it. Maybe his suit would have some sort of temperature regulator? Yeah, that'd be the first thing he'd request. Air conditioning in his suit.

 

[Shai Maji]

Shai was walking with a brisk pace through her factory towards her own forge room where she asked her receptionist to send the kids she was supposed to help. She tugged at a vambrace and looked over the rest of her armour. As much as she hated to wear the heavy suit, it was the best thing in the world for her when it came to working hands-on in the factory. She passed through the area where another walker was being assembled, earning a smirk underneath her helmet.

She finally arrived in the enclosed room that served as her little escape room for when she wants to do her own thing. She had everything in that room. From materials to systems, everything needed to make a suit of armour or a weapon. Undoubtedly the room was hot, despite the ventilation systems trying to keep the fumes out and fresh air in. When she arrived, she removed her helmet and glanced around the place before looking at the kids she was supposed to help out. "How you two doing?" she asked them casually as she set her helmet down on a counter and faced them with folded arms.

Leaning against the counter, her crimson eyes studied them for a moment. "I heard you two are busy with your thing.... your... Nibobo, wait no..." she smacked her forehead as her brain ran through the translations that didn't include Huttese. "Verd'goten!" she called out with a triumphant smile as the word came to her. "How did the first part go?" she asked them as her gaze shifted between them.

Ata Eliz Krayt Adeen Markiff

 

[Adeen Markiff]

Adeen not working in his forge irked him. He didn't feel comfortable with the change and other people's sense of order in their space. He didn't want to mess with it, just like he wouldn't want others to mess with his forge - a fair assumption to be had. The man had been invited nonetheless and he was glad to help. His armor was a piece of work, as he wire it with pride, its thick plates as light to him as cloth. He had gotten used to it so much so he felt awkward and floaty without it. It was heavily ornamented as he calmly walked into the factory. It felt alien and he decided to let the person more familiar with the place speak first. He was silent as he merely scanned the people in and the room through his visor.

 

[Ata]

Ata had never been in a forge before, and damn was it hot. The heat was worth it though. As he stood in the enclosed room, he would look over at Eliz Krayt , then over to the forge. Ata would wonder if the Chiss was as nervous as he was.

Soon enough Shai Maji and Adeen Markiff walked into the enclosed room. The Shistavanen remove her helmet and ask how the two teens were fairing, and how the first part of the Verd'goten went.

"In my opinion it went well. Got my questions answered, even learned a lot about our culture. So I can't complain." Ata said as he looked back over to the forge trying to ignore the crimson gaze that fell on him and Eliz.

"Then again, wouldnt mind hearing Eliz's perspective." The teen said as he looked to the Chiss.

 

[Eliz Krayt]

"I'm doin alright Shai. It's good to see you." Eliz flashed Shai Maji the biggest grin he could. Mostly to keep himself from laughing about how she looked in armor. Not that it looked bad. Hell, she looked badass. Just gave him a chuckle with how often he never saw her in armor. He offered Adeen Markiff a respectful nod before falling back with Ata . They were here for the Forge. The Half Chiss blinked as the attention was pulled to him.

"There's a lot of hurt in our past, and of course even now. But, all it made me want to do was try and fix it." A much bigger grin formed again. "I'll become Mand'alor and help heal our peoples wounds and make us stronger than ever."

 

[Shai Maji]

Shai listened to each one's story with a smile, nodding along as they spoke. "In all honesty, it was the history lessons I hated the most. That and language. The last thing I need is another language in the mix between Huttese, Ryl and a bunch of other stuff." she admitted to Ata. When Eliz spoke, she let out a soft chuckle. "If you wanna become Mand'alor, you're gonna need armour then." she quipped as she slid her helmet on. "And that's why you two are here today. With my and Adeen's help, you're gonna learn what it takes to make armour and then you're gonna design your own. Don't worry about being an absolute master, you won't be. It takes years. But we can help you turn your vision into an actual suit of Mando steel today." she explained to them with a more serious voice. She smirked behind her helmet as she glanced at Adeen. "Or Duraplast, if you feel like pressing some older folks' buttons on a daily basis." she teased.

She looked back to the two kids as she walked over to the forge in the middle of the room. "Okay so! What did you learn last lesson? What does armour mean to us Mandos? And on top of that, how much do you know about smithing and the materials?" she asked them with a bright grin.

Looking back to Adeen, she waved him over. "You wanna say something as well, dude, feel free. This ain't just my rodeo." she quipped with a shrug.

Looking back to the kids, she waited for their answers while she started to fiddle with a nearby ingot of Mandalorian Steel. She was looking for an excuse to start smithing. And she really hoped that one of them might take a liking to the craft.

Eliz Krayt Ata Adeen Markiff

 

[Adeen Markiff]

"Oh but you are handling everything dandy! I thought you were the good mando and I am the bad mando."

The man said in a sarcastic tone, as he finally removed his ornate helmet and turned to the kids.

"I can suggest things for the design, like start simple and functional. Your armor should be like your skin, and that is why often young mandalorians are completely forbidden from removing it. You must have an armor you should be comfortable wearing all the time. Same for gadgets. If you rely on too much tools from the start you will never develop the skills of doing a lot with little resources. I am not going to not make an armor for you that's over the top, but it will be in your detriment."

 

[Eliz Krayt]

"Truthfully I'm not sure what it means to have the armor. I know we wear it, and I know Beskar is our people's metal, but the reason why we started wearing it wasn't really explained. Like, the Taung didn't have it at first. When did it get adapted? Why?" Eliz glanced between Shai Maji and Adeen Markiff, looking somewhat nervous at the fact he didn't have an answer. But only somewhat. He nodded to the man's words. Too much tech and he'd be crippling his ability to make due without it. Made a lot of sense.

"Well, I just want the basic kit for now. Start simple. Learn as I go. I got my blaster so I should be fine." He flashed a confident grin, patting the charric on his hip. "How do we start?"

Ata

 

[Sota Ja'rini]

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  Alert! Hull Temperature approaching critical levels! Please slow your descent!
  
  Getting on my nerves mudscruffer!" Sota growled through gritted teeth, pulling back a lever as the Shuttle's fin madly spun to the left and right trying to slow and stabilize what little hadn't started to fly off the hull. She had read about Mandalore's inhospitable environment, but she didn't think she would burn up in the atmosphere. Still, she didn't mind, it was exhilarating if nothing else. Streaks of flame scorched the glass as the cockpit's lights flared and burst, dark reddish hues filling the room as the emergency systems started up. Amidst all this, Sota's fingers were a flurry of flipping switches and pressing buttons, jostling in all directions as the ship tried desperately to level itself out.
  
  Alert! Hull integrity compromised! Please slow your descent!
  
  A mad grin spread across Sota's lips at the alert, her eyes fixing on what was in front of her as she cleared the cloud line and the flames started to recede, the barren landscapes coming into view. "Least there's no shortage of flat landing space!" She yelled over the alarms, bypassing the engine's safeties so she could get a little more thrust and slow herself down. It didn't matter if the engines were blown out by this point, she had come this far, it was all or nothing. There was nothing at first, just a pathetic sputtering as the whistle in the wind started encroaching louder and louder, but soon enough, the alarm was drowned out yet again as a thunderous roar split her eardrums in half, the thrusters spitting flame before her as the sheer inertia made everything start vibrating violently. All Sota could do now was hold on for dear life as the ship started to slow.
  
  Alert! Engines overheating! Please engage safety proto-
  
  She would have muted the damn thing, but the ship was evidently as tired of it as she was as the right auxiliary thruster combusted in a glorious inferno of red and yellow, molten metal sending crack after crack against the glass as it spread all over Mandalore's landscape. This would have been too bad a problem, except that the left primary went with it too, so now the ship smashed against the rocky terrain as it started to spin out of control, the cockpit erupting in a shower of sparks and glass as Sota was ripped from her seat, flying back against one of the walls and hitting the floor. The last thing she remembered thinking as she blacked out, a small building-shaped blob coming into view in the distance?
  
  Perfect landing...
  
  Eliz Krayt Ata Shai Maji Adeen Markiff
  
  

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