A quick trip to Echoy'la (Primeval)

[H3xle]

Taryc rode the shuttle down from the Sacrifice by standing in the bay and letting the force guide her hips to remain standing. It was a mildly childish game, but excellent training for force sense and body control. Everything in the galaxy was devoted to control. From the greatest nation, the Primeval, controlling entire portions of the galaxy to the smallest man attempting to control their fate, everything was about control.

Taryc spared a single glance back toward the other occupants of the transport. Each was here to help take control of their destiny. Beskar, the holiest of holies for the Mandalorians, and Taryc was here with her Primeval compatriots to simply mine some, take it to a local smith and have their items made for them. They owned this world, as they would soon own many more that once belonged to the Mandalorians. For the moment they were the greatest threat to the Primeval, but even then it was not much of a threat.

The shuttle landed a few hundred meters from a beskar mine shaft. The ramp lowered and Taryc was the first to touch the ground at Echoy'la. A minor victory, not even worthy of note. Soon the Primeval would be pushing the Mandalorians back some more, and in those battles, the first down would receive greater glory, all in the name of the Host Lord.

Taryc approached the foreman, who had been contacted by the captain of the Sacrifice while they rode down. They were subjects of the Primeval and knew the symbols she carried that identified her as an Inquisitor.

"Lady Inquisitor. How may we serve?" The foreman asked, holding his helmet in his hands and bowing his head down.

"We are here for your services, Foreman. You and your miners shall assist myself and my companions who will be needing some beskar." she told him, he nodded and looked behind her to see who all had come.

[member="perla pirjo"], [member="salaza"], [member="anja aj'rou"], @Primeval

 

[Matreya]

Leaning against a nearby wall, unnoticed save by the sharpest mind, was Damien Daemon, Lord Daemos as all called him. Keeping himself entertained on a long flight was always interesting, and this time was no different - currently enclosed around him in a massive bubble was this mind effecting 'cant see me sphere, where he told all minds they could not and thus did not. But this wasn't all he did; alongside his game of hide and not be seen, he was delicately hurling a blade into the air before catching it between his fingers.

Yawning, Damien finally stretched, re-caught the blade and sheathed it, then stepped from the space he contained. Allowing himself to finally be seen he commented, "So, Beskar, what are we going to do with it? I imagine you will need a Mandalorian Smith, so I obviously can help on that end, as these are not the most Friendly-Mando populated areas." Clad in his Beskar'gam, notched and dented with age, Damien looked all the more Sith, yet still seemed oddly ready to help their cause.

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

 

[H3xle]

Taryc turned with a barely perceptible start, though she was sure this man had noticed. Her eyebrow quirked as she looked from [member="lord daemon"] and the shuttle, then back again. She wasn't an unobservant person, no inquisitor who completed the training was unobservant, yet she hadn't seen this man nor sensed him. That meant a great deal of skill, not that that was a stretch in Taryc's mind. She remembered when he had imbued her sword, the implementation of the imbuement was beyond her skill to replicate yet, but also slightly outside her ability to comprehend.

"So, Beskar, what are we going to do with it? I imagine you will need a Mandalorian Smith, so I obviously can help on that end, as these are not the most Friendly-Mando populated areas."

"Your assistance in this matter would be greatly appreciated, Lord Daemos." She replied as she bowed her head towards him in a sign of respectful greeting. "I plan to enhance my armorweave bodysuit with plates of beskar over the key areas incuding a helmet, chest and back protection, groin, thigh, shin and forearm protection. Chest helmet and forearm are the highest priorities as I should be able to cover myself with that protection, but all of it would be preferred."

[member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[H3xle]

Taryc wandered into the mine, she had dispatched some miners to begin carving out some beskar for her. She wouldn't need a great deal, but more was always better. She walked down the line of miners, some working for her project, some working for the Primeval in general. She watched as they worked, some using pick axes to clear away the rock, others bringing around some contraption that worked similarly to a pick but was able to extract the beskar as well. The unrefined ore would get separated into mining carts and hovered out of the mine.

She made it to the area where she saw the miners she had chosen to work for her project and stood by t watch. They had cleared a lot of the debris and sent it out to get scanned for residuals, no one liked to waste any material, especially when beskar was concerned. She watched as chunks of beskar ore were piled up on the cart. When it was mounded a little bit over the lip of the cart, the miners stopped and climbed aboard the cart. They maneuvered it back through the mine and out the entrance. Taryc followed at a more sedate pace and saw as the miners took the cart into a refinement facility, a place where they heated up the ore to melt the rock and chaff from it, then melted it down into bars for easy movement.

Taryc slowly walked that way, mildly interested in the process and wanting to see what kind of furnace they used.

 

[Matreya]

(Sorry, birthday on Sat then Fathers day on Sun, havent been all that active.)

Damien moved along with the woman, silent and aggravated for his own reasons. Watching as the miners did their works, reminded him of his time during his Mandalorian days. It was a good time, filled with worthy battles and allies, extravagant riches, and a lovely woman. Now he was without many friends, had more enemies, and no woman to hold. Still was rich, but that was besides the point.

This thought allowed a partial grin, for the barest of seconds, to cross his face.

Pausing, he gestures, "You missed a partial alloy." He said, pointing to a spot by a miner he observed.

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

 

[H3xle]

(OOC: No worries, I didn't know if you were going to keep with this thread or not, so I kept it going. I don't know if I'll be able to sub it for the invasion or not, but I'm going to try. Father's Day kept me away all weekend as well, and Happy Birthday!)

Taryc smirked as [member="Lord Daemos"] pointed out a missed spot to the miner. The man had keen eyes to be able to spot such, though Taryc didn't know if he'd at one point been a miner or not. Taryc truly didn't know much of this man who was gifted with forging and imbuements, and apparently mining as well. She knew that he gave off a truly dark aura, but that was merely an observation, and not a truly judge-able one at that as far as she was concerned. She didn't care for which side of the force one used, she was only concerned with serving the Three and The One in the best way that she could.

"Where did you learn your metallurgic skills, if I may be so bold as to ask Lord Daemos?" She asked as they walked towards and into the smelting building.

[member="Lord Daemos"]

 

[Matreya]

Lol I try never to leave a thread until its over. Like I said in our other thread, if I don't reply, message then give me a bit to reply. And thanks )

Damien looked at the beautiful woman and smiled, "At one time, before I learned of and trained my skills in the force, I was a Mandalorian. I learned to work Beskar, Phrik, and many other metals, so as to be useful to my clan. Since then, I have come into possession of J.A.C, a large corporation that works to make armors and weapons alike." He said, pausing he kicked another ore that had fallen to the side, back towards the miner that had missed it.

"I love working with my hands, so I took those skills, and now help others whenever I can."

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

 

[H3xle]

Taryc nodded offhandedly, while his story was not known to her, the circumstances were familiar enough. They walked into the smelting foundry and saw giant vats being heated up down the line. Against the far wall, there were smaller vats, for personal project like hers. She looked around a moment, then saw the miners and the mining cart over in the farthest corner. They walked over to the cart and watched as they loaded all of her ore into a vat. The vat was already warm, so the cold ore was spitting and hissing instantly. Within moments, the rocks were melting down into molten goo. The metal was bright orange against the darkness of the slag. Every few minutes, the miners were wiping the slag off the top of the metal, then stirring it with heat treated beskar rods.

They watched in silence for a moment as the miners continued to purify the beskar, then Taryc turned to [member="Lord Daemos"].

"Once you have the beskar, how long will it take you to forge armor for me out of it?" She was curious as to how to forge beskar, but from what she knew of people born Mandalorians, they kept many of their beskar secrets to themselves.

 

[Matreya]

Damien yawned for a long moment, then spoke, "A few hours depending on whether you wish me to just do your own armor or someone else's as well." With those words, Damien lifted himself into the air, and hovered a moment over the large bins of molten ore. This was a good operation, and yet he was forced to wonder - would anyone show to defend these mines?

If they did, he could defend his own, but it didn't mean he would want to.

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

 

[H3xle]

Taryc nodded and thought a moment.

"No one else has come to me asking for armor, so just mine for the moment." She paused a moment and looked at [member="Lord Daemos"]. "I am indebted to you for helping me with my blade and this armor." It was a statement of the obvious, she owed this man. She doubted he would ask for money, she had looked into him after their previous meeting and he truly was a wealthy man. She knew that he said he did this for the next best thing to charity, but Taryc always tried to repay her debts. She would not, however, debase herself by making any offers. If he wanted to ask her to repay the favor, it would be negotiated at the point he wanted to ask for payment.

The miners had stirred and scraped the metal until it was a pure, nearly blindingly bright orange. They then poured the molten metal into molds of bars. Unlike durasteel or softer metals, the beskar bars were smaller, to allow for even heating through the bar and swifter production times. Once all of the molds were full and her beskar was gone from the vats, the miners quenched the bars with pure, distilled water. The bars dried quickly and were pried out of the molds and into piles on a hover skiff. Their jobs done, the miners bowed their heads to the two and walked back toward the mines, leaving the beskar laden skiff with Taryc and Daemos.

"Alright, it looks like it is time for the forging. I know one of these buildings has facilities we can use, so that is an option if you'd like." She turned to Daemos and quirked an eyebrow.

 

[Matreya]

(Sorry for smll posts. Kinda busy but still wanna soo..lol)

Damien grinned, "I do what I do because the Force said to. There is no debt." Then he paused to watch the miners as they left, thinking again to his days mining and doing the like. Jerking himself from those thoughts, he moved with Taryc until they reached a building with a massive forge and furnace.

"Place the bars inside. They will need a lot of heating, with how dense Beskar is."

[member="Taryc Ap'Irae"]

 

[H3xle]

[member="Lord Daemos"] (No problems, I understand, lol.)

Taryc nodded and brought the hover skiff over to the forge. She made sure that it was clear of obstructions and that it was up to the proper heat, as designated by dials and readouts on the side of the forge. Once satisfied, she began to put the bars into the forge. It was one of the larger forges, so it easily handled her load of beskar. She activated the billows, creating higher heat. For a moment, she was entranced by the glow of the embers in the forge. She stood there and stared at it for a moment, before backing away.

She turned and went to a wall where there were shelves with tools. She grabbed a few that she was unfamiliar with, but were all labeled as beskar tools and brought them back to the work table next to an anvil and the forge itself. She laid them out, then turned and looked back to Lord Daemos, waiting for more instruction.