Tra kad o'r choruk(Space sword in the stone)

[Mac O Shenanigans]

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It had been a long hectic flight home. Multiple short hyperspace jumps in a commandeered ancient rickety Cloakshape fighter made it that much more tedious. Mac was low on fuel, sleep and the last couple of jumps the ships systems groaned and shot sparks.

Dropping from hyperspace, Mac smiled as Manda'yaim lay dead ahead, the moon of Concordia like a nipple on an areola at this angle.

As he started towards the planet, there was a large explosion of sparks from the main console, and Mac activated his comms as he sealed his flightsuit. "Gaa'tayl, gaa'tayl, gaa'tayl... My s'ip is badly damaged and I am going down on Concordia. Repeat t'is is Mac O S'enanigans, I'm losing power and on a crash course for... It was then an explosion rocked the small ship as it nosedived right at the moon's surface. 'Well buir, looks like I'll be joining you soon. Who would have thought I'd go out in a crash...'

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Mac awoke in pain, as he opened his eyes and looked around. He was laying on the ground near the wreckage of the fighter, somehow surviving the crash and being ejected. Not only had the visor in his buy'ce been shattered, It appeared his comms were shot as well. 'sithspit, it looks like I'm in an old mine...' he thought as he tried to sit up. The sharp pain in his side, left forearm and right knee made him pause and take a quick few seconds to assess his injuries.

The outlook wasn't as bad as he feared, dislocated knee, bruised, probably broken ribs, and a piece of metal through his arm. Pulling the shrapnel out carefully, Mac used a torn piece of his kilt as a rudimentary bandage to halt the blood flow, as he braced himself to pop his knee back into place...

Mac screamed in pain, and lay on the ground. He'd kill for a large bottle of whisky right now, but he was not even sure exactly where he was. Looking around, Mac found a piece of the wreckage to use as a crutch as he looked around for anything to call for help. It was an old Beskar mine, surely there was some radio equipment around...

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[member="Strider Garon"]
[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Arrbi Betna"]
[member="Azrael"]

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac had been walking for Manda knows how long. His knee burned, and his ribs cause him to be short of breath. Uncharacteristically, Mac had to stop every few hundred steps. To make matters worse his mouth and throat were so dry they felt like they were on fire.

Mac stopped to pause again as he reached a spot where the tunnel branched off in three separate directions. 'Great,' he thought, 'now which way to go...' Mac sighed as he looked down each dark tunnel. The emergency glowrod he carried wouldn't last forever, so making the wrong choice could be deadly. A bile-like taste came to his mouth as Mac had this sudden urge to go down the left branch. Shaking the taste from his mouth, he looked again, the floor dipped downwards and his concern deepened as he entered the brach. 'At least it's downhill and smoother going on my knee...'

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Mac's trudging had led him to a pile of rubble that looked like a cave-in. Had it not been for the sound of air whistling, he would have turned back around. If the air could get through, so could he...

First things first though, and Mac sat to rest as he studied the pile. 'No way I'm gonna rush through this and bury myself. I got to move each piece of rubble smartly...'

Mac started with the ones that were easiest to move, they were not load bearing and would allow him to figure out the best way to move the rest holding the pile up.

As he rolled a keg sized boulder away, Mac noticed something unusual. There was metal underneath. Taking a closer look Mac instantly recognized it, Beskar. It wasn't ore though, but fully processed and appeared to be a vehicle of some sort. His spirits lifted, even if it was some simple mining truck, there had to be something to cannibalize into a working comms unit. Hell, at this point he didn't even care if there was some long dead Vod in there to salvage parts from...

Mac's eyes widened as he cleared more rubble, it looked like a tank, but there was subspace and hyperdrive engines on board. Not much else though, but now he knew what he was looking at, a crash site. This had to be an old ship, the whole damn thing was made of Beskar. Well not one hundred percent, but his exploration revealed the framework and armor plating were... All else on board was durasteel and bent all to hell.

Very little electronics were on board, but the kilted warrior was able to cobble enough together to activate the onboard emergency beacon...

Mac sat for a few, and spoke out loud to himself, "Mac ol' boy, looks like you 'it t'e jackpot today..." His words didn't come out that clearly as his throat was a dry as a petrified sarlaac's gullet. Mac knew nothing else to do for the time being, so he set about examining the wreck...

 

[Rianna Organa]

She was using this time to move supplies from mandalore. Out to a small settlement. In the outer rim. It was slow going she was staying away from the vod for a reason. That reason was a barrel chested song singing ale drinking mando who happen to be her husband.

Things had not been the same for sometime these trips gave her reason to be away. Rianna, hoped Ian was doing well at the academy. She would contact him soon.

[member="Mac O Shenanigans"]

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac's exploration of the old wreck was fast, but informative. The old ship, while buried in rubble, was still in amazing shape. On top of that, excavation to retrieve the old girl would be rather easy, albeit labor intensive. Mayhaps he could get his cousins to take care of that. Thoughts and plans began to form in Mac's brain as he sat down, his energy falling. 'Yes', he thought, 'this ship shall be a fine prize once she is put back together. A true monument of pride for our Vode...'

As Mac's thoughts began to wander, his eyelids began to droop. He was still bleeding, though with the shrapnel still lodged, and the bandage wrapped tight, Mac wasn't too concerned with bleeding to death... well unless the beacon failed. In a final move before he passed out, Mac was able to use the last of his weapons and glowstick's power cells to boost the life of the beacon, and he hoped the signal strength.

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The bright sun shone down on Mac as he brought his hammer down upon the red hot piece of Beskar. A dull clang rang out and he smiled. With all that he loved in the universe, there was nothing that could compare to this, hammering away at his forge. With measured strokes, the kilted man slowly folded the metal over several times. As he worked it, Mac took care to watch, and more importantly feel by instinct for when this block would speak out, signaling it was ready. Sure some of the more commercially manufactured pieces were almost as good, but for a smith like Mac, they lacked personality.

Smiling he set the piece back into the fires, and knew this one was ready. Looking at his crude drawing for the size reference, Mac began to pound it out to size and shape. It was a chest plate, but Mac took extra pride in this one as it was child sized. Looking up from his work, Mac watched a woman and a pair of children, one just an infant playing in the lake, Tetsu-Ko on guard as was her custom. His pride swelling, he waved to the figures bathed from behind in the setting light, before returning to his work. Yes this would be a fine set, fit for an heir...

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Mac awoke with a start, as pain shot through his body. If help didn't arrive soon, he feared his efforts and life to this moment would all be for naught...

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[member="Anija Betna"] [member="Rianna Ar'klim"]

 

[Rianna Organa]

A shift. A vibration. A gentle nudge, There were many ways to describe the force when it was directing today it was Rianna's awareness of her surroundings were suddenly expanded. Someone was hurt, or in danger sometimes the sensation was not very clear.

With careful cautious steps as she figured out which, reaching and ensuring her med bag was with her, her lightsaber in hand, she was drawn. It was not often she came to Concordia and it was not often here she felt this sensation. She was moving faster now as it became clear what was happening.

Pain. Rianna's empathy rolled over her telling her there was pain. No longer was this a concern about danger, it was about finding someone in pain. Rianna took out her comm and messaged her riduur [member="Ordo"] telling him of what she was doing. She kept him apprised just in case.

[member="Mac O Shenanigans"]