You hit the metal with a hammer

[Miss Blonde]

If there was one thing the Crusaders needed it was actual Beskar Smiths. With almost none of the cultural metal left on Echo'lya most of the smiths resided on Concordia or Mandalore leaving little to none for the Crusaders. Hell, Miss Blonde wasn't even a mando and she provided a solid majority of armor to the Crusaders more elite members. So she figured it would behoove the Crusaders to take on an apprentice and teach them how to forge, and what better place to start than crafting their most infamous weapon? The Beskad.

Of course Miss Blonde wasn't going to invite her new forging apprentice to her private workshop out in the depths of space, so she'd teach a few lessons on Echo'lya and get a few jobs done while she was at it.

So with her Enigma Class Gas Mask strapped on her face and some sort of powered exoskeleton around her body she prepared the small Mandalorian forge in order to teach [member="Atheus"] how to forge a sword. It was going to more or less be a trial run to see if he could handle beskar properly under her instruction and guide.

 

[Garza]

Urgh. I wasn't incompetent. I know how to forge swords and armor. I have done so for myself multiple times. However, it seemed that this teaching was mostly how to form the Beskar into its very primal form. A Beskad. I had been told I was going to be doing this ahead of time. Dressed in very simple jeans, and a long sleeved t-shirt that was rolled up, I walked into the forge that we would be working at.

Blonde was already there. Getting everything ready. Most of which I knew how to do myself anyways, I just needed to learn the art of Beskar Forging, and even more so, to forge Mandalorian Steel, and maybe, just maybe, Voidsteel. Any others would have to wait till I had a much better grasp on what to do.

Looking over to the woman, I hadn't realized it, but she was fairly short. Considering that most of my species stood shoulders and head above her, She barely could come to the center of my chest from my height. I chuckled slightly as I noticed this small thing. Pushing that out of my head, I spoke simply.

"What do you need me to do."

If there was anything she needed me to do, I could help. There was no point to push a woman to do a job completely on her own when I knew how to perform some of it. Including the fact that I had to hold the woman above myself. She was wasting her time to teach my ass when I should already know how to do this.

[member="Miss Blonde"],

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Atheus"]

"The $&@# are you laughing at @&#*stick!?" Blonde shouted at the man tossing a forging spike across the room towards the man only to miss him by a few hairs and stick against the wall.

She of course knew what that laugh was about. When Keira sent people her way to craft them armor they expected some butch woman with cannonball arms and a short buzzcut. You know, those kinds of stereotypes. Most never expected a small, slender, and rather petite blonde woman wearing a cheap suit and tie with a gas mask on their face. Regardless though the way the man felt the woman was already in enough internal pain being stuck here in the technological dark ages.

"Here's what you can do! You can forget everything you think you know about forging and throw it out! I have rules and I don't like to repeat myself! So listen!" Blonde then moved over towards the furnace and cranked the heat on them to start melting metal with extreme heat.

"When you're in my workshop you do as I say! Use your damn safety gear, that's what it's there for! Non of this 'oh I'll forge without a shirt cause I'm so hard' none of that! I don't do Tuesdays! I don't want to show you my face! And I don't want to talk about our personal lives! In here it's strictly learning about the metal and how much of a queen it is! So. We good?" after laying down her rules the small crime lord watched from the view port making sure the ore was melting down.

Once that was ready she'd filter out the impurities and they'd start forging it.

 

[Garza]

Feisty one.

Throwing a forging pick at me, I had sidestepped. I turned around and yanked it out of the wall with my left arm. She had hit the wall well enough to embed it's weight into the wall. Pulling it out was slightly difficult as she was reprimanding me about her rules. I was already putting my hair up in a pony tail to prevent my hair from getting into my eyes, as well as to try and keep the sparks away from lighting my hair on fire. Pushing up my sleeves just a little more, I walked over towards the apron. A metal apron that was there to prevent sparks from igniting my clothes, and even grabbed the gloves to slide into my back pocket for now.

"Yes, Ma'am."

Dull, and boring tone I gave to her as she finished with "We good?" Thankfully she wasn't interested in personal lives. I doubted she wanted to hear mine. So it was nice knowing that she was more interested in the work. Since it was time to work, I wanted to work.

[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

With the ground rules laid down and introductions more or less out of the way, Miss Blonde could get to work and teach the kid how to work beskar. While yes it was a process that could take a while to master, if you were already a proficient blacksmith it was pretty easy to step into without blowing your mind. So she would start at the beginning for the man. With a quick step over towards the forge she poured the ore out into a Gladius shaped molding and made sure to fill it up to the brim.

"Alright, so here's the deal with Beskar. It's not like your standard piece of steel, while its molecularly able to withstand high heats, a lightsaber can melt it quickly if it's not handled properly." Pulling the mold over to the crafting table the woman took the cast and set it into a groove so she could work.

"Beskar gets its strength from layering. Sometimes takins dozens of layers you fold the steel over itself to create a stronger bond between molecules allowing it to stay stronger and reflect against energy and kinetic weaponry." Blonde would then raise the table up a bit to adjust it to her apprentices height.

"So come here and start to layer and fold. I'll watch you from here and correct any mistakes you make." She then stepped aside and would let Atheus in.

Truth be told she had plans for this sword and while Atheus was a newbie at Beskar smithing, she had faith that the man could craft a strong blade, especially if she was watching over him to make sure everything was perfect.

[member="Atheus"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Atheus"]


On second thought maybe for the first time forging Beskar, the young smith could watch and ask questions. After all this wasn't a blade she intended on Atheus to keep. No she had much more sinister purposes in mind here, and so with that in mind she took control of the forge and went to work.

"So we want to cool the ore enough to make it more malleable rather than viscus, watery metal isn't going to get us anywhere." Blonde would then start to cool the metal using an overhead pipe to rush in cool air.

The metal steamed and then Blonde would have her opportunity to get in there and start shaping the blade piece by piece and fold after fold. She just needed to give the metal a minute or two to react to the air without compromising its molecular integrity.