"Yes. Sno is going to gather a variety, however if you have one in mind we can check inventory." Daemos said in reply to the mans questioning. Nearby, in his satchel, lay his own duo Dantari crystals. Both of which were hand selected on Dantooine by himself. Once more returning to the crafting, he began to bend the metal as he had with the first. In the end he would have two similarly curving blades, similar to that of a scythe but downgraded. They would be small and swift, as he had been for so long.
The tempo of the clanging could probably be heard for miles, for as one moved themselves to be one with the Force, their bodies accepted the influence down to the very cellular level. Each blow would mar the metal, forcing a beings very will into the hardened surface.
When this sickle was finished as well, it too went into the nearby water. Boiling water and steam sounded behind himself as he went to the furnace once more, this time he reached for a nearby mold. Once the metal was heated properly, it would be rolled then applied to the molds before being cooled. In time a chain of undetermined length would be crafted, with each ending link bearing a hefty bearing roughly the size of his fist (hes huge though).
As the humongous man stared into the super heated flames, he couldnt help but smile. Soon, soon it would be finished. Then his arsenal would be one step closer to completion - the final being the Cortosis Sword he planned to make before Alchemically Enhancing it to never break.
Wiping his brow as he shifted on his feet, he reached forward to the metal with his mental abilities. Bending the metal into small loops he began hooking them to each other inside of the mold.
Every fiber of the mans being throbbed and vibrated, his eyes shone a swirling gorgeous mass of black and acidic gold, all proof of the connection he bore with the Force. Twining his own essence into the living entity, he bore it into the links one by one as he went. The metal began to even shine its own magnificent glow, another added proof of his effect on the very molecular construct of the alloy as it was heated by flames nearing the equivalent of the surface of a sun.
Beskar was impossibly dense and difficult to mold for the masses, only one of a great capability and intellect alike is required. Even then, you must narrow the number further to that of capable smiths. Once more a reduction is required, to those few genuinely adept smiths that spread the cosmos, that is the few whom knew of how to smith such metals like Beskar and make it effective in whatever form can come to mind. Daemos liked to think of himself in those few, having multiple decades of utilizing such metals in his craft - his art many would protest - under his belt.
Slowly withdrawing the chains from the heat he set them into the cooling waters - which at this point was negotiable on cooling properties which led to a momentary pause to utilize his control over the molecules in the waters, slowing them immensely until it was nearly ice water. Then as the links were cooling he realized he forgot one step to his process. The bearings; he didnt have a mold for the actual metals to settle in while they cooled.
Moving towards the door, Daemos signaled to the guards from earlier to watch the room - something he hardly trusted which explained his haste as he past the door frame. Loud claps sounded as he passed a few doors, then took a left down the near hall. Soon he found himself in a massive storage room, filled for near as far as they could see with different alloys and crystals, other odds and ends could be found as well. Reaching into a bin, the man drew forth a large slab of durasteel. As he turned on his heel, a slight yet swift gust of wind carried a chisel to his outstretched hand.
Many would claim him using the Force to much, but he could always counter with a single truth; in a manner he didnt understand, when he was one with the Force as he smithed, his power seemed driven by the very energy source itself - the only limitations he found was that of his body if errors occured. They rarely did, but every so often his body succumbed to burns or the like and he was forced to falter in his work.
Nodding to the guards as he began to approach the room once more, he watched them pass bare seconds before he found his destination once more. Going directly towards the furnace he held the newest block in the furnace, while also checking on the near liquid property of the Beskar he had left in there prior - this would be the alloy he slowly poured into the mold then set into the water to cool. It was bubbling on the surface, a good sign but not signaling it being ready just yet.
As the flames licked and hissed at the durasteel he once more gazed into the white glow, his eyes had long ago adjusted to the shine. When the steel began to loosen and prove itself near rubbery, he pulled it forth. Setting it on the anvil he began to hollow the metal out with the chisel he grabbed earlier.
It didnt take nearly as much effort to work the weaker of the alloys, but he took every bit as much care to do so. Every pull took out small hunks of half liquified metal, which he set to the side. Many would use a different method to make the mold, different materials or other such variables being altered, but in this way he was able to recycle the mold afterward and place it back in storage upon its final completion.
Roughly ten minutes passed, but he couldnt be sure as his mind was solely on his oneness with the Force and his works. But finally the mold was cooled and ready.
Returning to the heat and roar of the furnace, the large man that worked such beautiful creations, smiled at the now liquified Mandalorian Iron. Drawing the bowl forth he poured it slowly into the mold which rested inside the pool of water. Once cooled the design would bear his initials, as well as a triangle that bore broken corners, inside of which held the sign of the Sith. It was a symbol he created many decades ago, as tribute to the power of the Darkside and its pulls as well as the necessity for a calm mind, sound body, and true spirit.
When he left that bit of the project for a moment, he stepped back to draw forth the Kama - the name dubbed on the mini scythe like blades. Spinning them loosely back and forth along his palm, he smiled in utter satisfaction at the perfect balance applied to both ends as he had sought.
Reaching out to the nearby table he grabbed his satchel and reached inside. Gripping the two small crystals, he drew them forth and held them to the light. According to the records of uses of the Dantari prior, he could optimize the ability draw energy from battle into himself - an effect which would be truly useful for one such as himself.
Holding one to each of the small holes bore into the side of the hilts, he nodded in satisfaction to find they fit perfectly. Once more drawing himself as deeply as he could into the Force, he had barely any challenge to bring the blade into his essence as he had already done so, but now he also brought the crystal into the now triune effect. Meditating on the very core of each object, himself the blades and the crystals, he sat diligent for quite some time. Never did his thoughts surface, his muscles remained statue still, the perfect essence of combination.
After a time there began to be heard a soft hum, from which grew a deeper thrum of solid energy that enveloped the blades. A solid grin began to cross his face, the effect was complete. The Beskar in these blades alone made them nigh unbreakable, but to boot they had the added source energy that now made it cut like a lightsaber.
After hooking the blades to the chains he added each bearing and looped the first to hook on his left hip. The second he held by the hilt, the chain mid way in the other. Spinning the bearing loosely in a circular motion next to himself for a second, he readied himself then launched into motion. Planting his right foot he extended his left upward and wrapped the chain around his bent knee, to which he fully let his leg stretch, causing the bearing to loosen and reverse motion back around at high velocity towards the wall where his leg kicked at. After the successful crunch of the bearing crashing into the metal, he nodded.
His job was a success.
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