Bang!

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Coryn was lucky. He knew a guy who knew a guy who got him access into a forge. Why he needed a forge was a different question. It was time, time to forge his armor. He had spent years practicing techniques to find his perfect armour, and he finally found one that worked. He loaded the Beskar he would be using into a crate and headed off towards his temporary forge.

The place was easy enough to find. He pushed open the door and stepped into the back room, placing the crate down on a workbench next to him. He spent a few moments admiring his tools he had to work with. He had the basic tools he would need as well as beskar stencils he could use to cut out really delicate shapes in his armor.

He pulled out a long, thick sheet of Beskar. It was the right height and width to form a helmet, all it needed was heating and shaping. Slowly he strolled over to the furnace, playing around with it for a few moments before finally finding the on button. He felt the heat kick in as soon as, but he knew it would need to heat up further before it could melt into the beskar.

He stood aside while the furnace heated. He was using this time to make sure the black visor was shaped as he needed it. He was going to wire it up later, once everything was fitted where it needed to be, once everything was serving as functioning armour.

Slowly he looked around, the heat in the room was stupid.

The furnace was ready.

 

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He grabbed his first sheet of Beskar from the workbench, looking around lightly. He needed to find the tounges to hold the Beskar while it was in the furnace. It would only need around a minute before it was malluble enough to shape, but that minute would melt anything that was made of anything with a low melting point. Thus he was glad the tounges were made out of something he knew would survive.

He slipped the Beskar into place and clasped the tounges around it. He pulled open the furnace door and looked at the flames inside. Before thinking about it he plunged the Beskar inside, spinning it every so often. He needed an even heat across the metal before he could even think about shaping it. He nodded lightly before pulling the Beskar from the forge and sliding it onto the workbench.

He grabbed the hammer from the side before sliding on his heat resistant glove. Using the gloved hand he started to spin the Beskar as he shaped it. He started by shaping the bottom of the helmet before moving up. He finally managed to make a round helmet with the bulges needed to contain all of the wiring and breathing systems.

He dropped the helmet into freezing water and ice to cool it. He needed the Beskar to solidify again before he painted it. While the helmet was cooling he wanted to get started on that breathing system. Ge grabbed a gold plate. He already knew how he was going to work, following the ideas of gas masks and the old oxygen ideas. By feeding oxygen from two contains held on his belt and a third, smaller one under his helmet. The whole idea would result in him having about an hour of oxygen before he died.

He set up the gold plates and welded them together before he used the wires he had brought to link a button to the whole system. The button would be one of the many in a compartment on the left wrist. Coryn then grabbed two pipes from his pile, connecting them to pistons on the gold plates he had set up. He would run the pipes down his suit to the oxygen cans later.

As of right now, he had a helmet to fit. He pulled his cool helmet from the ice water, eying his perfect handiness for a moment. He grabbed his gold mess of welded pistons and pipes before welding the whole mess into his helmet. However, he kept his hand steady as he did this, he wanted this look good. Finally he welded the final panel over the wires so only his breathing pipes and the oxygen pipes were showing. The pipes were tucked away and would be until someone pressed the button.

He only had the rest of the suit to do.

 

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He eyed the helmet to the side of him. He had hidden the worst of the wiring behind plates, all he could see really was a single wire and a few pipes. He was regretting that wire now, perhaps he still had chance to change it out for a wireless system. It would lead to less wires anyway. All that wire and button really did was start the oxygen and lower the pistons to put the breathing tubes in his mouth.

He shrugged it off, knowing he could change and refine it later. He had gauntlets to make, arm protectors. These were also the most dangerous tool on his armor as they contained the weapons. They also contained switches and so in turn they were stupidly thick. Coryn took relief in this though, knowing full well they would protect him for longer.

Then it hit him, he had forgotten to connect the oxygen tube in his helmet. He sighed to himself as he grabbed the canister, pulling open the access pannel under his helmet. He was glad he had added that, it was paying off now. He slipped the oxygen can into the holder he had made for it earlier before welding said holder into the mask. He then grabbed one of the pipes coming from his wire mess and connected it to the can, nodding as he closed the pannel.

Okay, now to focus on the gauntlets. He grabbed the thickest sheet of beskar he had, sliding them into the tounges. He sipped his blue milk from his bottle before clasping the tounges down. He opened the furnice door again and allowed the thick beskar to spin inside. He knew this beskar would take longer to soften because of how thich it was.

He left the beskar for three minutes, spinning it every so often. As he removed it he grabbed the glove and hammer from the side of him. He slipped the glove onto his left hand, using it to grip the beskar. He knocked the beskar into the shape of the gauntlet before placing down his hammer and grabbing a saw and file. He worked slowly, hollowing out the inside of the gauntlet.

Once the gauntlet was hollow, Coryn grabbed his helmet and grabbed the button. He run the wire into the gauntlet, making sure it was small enough to mix with all the others. He then took it upon himself to cut a hole for the button before pushing the button through and welding it into place. The gauntlet was stupidly thick for a reason.

He had stripped the LG-5 lasers from a gauntlet. He pushed the laser into the gauntlet, leaving it a hole to peak out of. He then grabbed two pistons from his crate, sliding them into the gauntlet afterwards. He stripped a few wires before connecting them to the gun and the pistons before finally connecting them to a button.

Coryn cut a sheet of Durasteel into a small circle, nodding to himself. He then cut a hole in the still warm Beskar before pushing the button for the gun into it. He then connected a third wire to the button before grabbing his piston. He did some complex welding and wiring before connecting the durasteel circle to the piston and then connecting it all to the gauntlet. The general idea of this system was that the durasteel flap opened and the gun slid out.

Coryn knew he would have to repeat that a few times on the next gauntlet. He would have to connect the ZX Miniture flame projector he had stripped and the grappling hook. Lucky for him these would all be connected via basic wireless receivers in the same way most of the other systems would be attached by. The wires used up until now were there because Coryn didn't have enough electronic wireless recievers.

He had to make three more of these gauntlets. Two thinner ones for the underarms and a thick one for the right arm. The ammount of weapons needed for this suit he had designed, why couldn't of gone for an easier design.

He slowly forged the two thinner gauntlets as they didn't need any wires or anything. They just needed a coat of paint and they would be done. All of this Beskar had racked up in costs, he just needed to hope it did the job. He grabbed his second thickest sheet of Beskar, nodding. He heated it before he hollowed it out. He slid his weapons of choice inside and welded them in slowly. He slid a few wires inside before connecting them to some strong wireless recievers and transmitters between the two gauntlets. This system should work up to a meter apart, was the hope. He set up the same piston system between the gauntlets, smirking at his work.

He cut two final sheets of Duraplast before welding them over the holes in the back of his gauntlets. He finally realised how thick these gauntlets were when he dropped them into the ice water. He was glad however, that even though they added extra weight to his body. He was built to carry the weight anyway. He looked over into the corner, noting the JT-12 Jetpack, wondering if that could hold the weight.

To the rest of the suit!

 

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Coryn looked over his designs again, noting where there was no Beskar at all. Those areas were around the joints so he could actually move in these suits. They were also the weaknesses of this suit, and there was no real way to protect them apart from risking mobility. Coryn shook his head, he wasn't willing to do that, not at all.

He had to forge his gloves next. These were simple things, rubber with Durasteel plating and spikes. He wouldn't even need the forge. He smirked at the thought, slowly starting to cut the shapes he needed from the sheet of Durasteel. The durasteel was stretching across the top of the gloves and to the knuckles. The rubber was there to keep the rest of his hands coloured like his armour. It would absorb the paint later.

Slowly Coryn took the plates he had cut, sanding them down on a small disk sander in the corner. He then cut the spikes out of Durasteel, sanding them down to a point. The gloves were the simple part, they just required some welding and stitching now.

Slowly Coryn took ahold of the spikes, solding them to the durasteel plates and finally finishing them off with a slight weld to make sure they would hold. He then grabbed a needle and thread from his pocket, stitching the durasteel to the rubber. He finally had his gloves sorted and he even noted how soft and fitting they were. They were actually really comfy.

 

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Coryn grabbed the sheet of Beskar that would soon become his chestplate. He was going to be backing the armor on some durasteel mesh that would be covered with basic fabric. He doubted anyone would see this fabric though, ninty percent of the suit was Beskar. Coryn smiled, thanking everyone he knew for his brute strength.

He slid the Beskar into the tounges, clasping them down. He was going to leave a Beskar neck cover that he could remove if he wanted to. He had heard the stories of Jango Fett and how he was beheaded and he was all against rapid beheadings. He thanked again, this time that Beskar was lightsaber risistant. He was muttering this to himself as he pulled open the forge doors, sliding the tounges in. He felt the heat as soon as they touched the Beskar, but he had to keep his grip for a minute at least.

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Finally he pulled the Beskar from the flames, nodding as he dropped it on the workbench. He grabbed his glove and hammer, slowly starting to shape the Beskar into a long sleeved armor shirt with neck protector. The suit itself was coming down to just above his elbows where he would have some of his Durasteel and fabric mesh showing before it reached his gauntlets.

He felt the hammer finish it's work as he nodded, dropping the body plates into the ice water to cool. He slowly grabbed his Durasteel, starting to cut the shapes for the mesh underneath. For the most part it was going to form chains with Durasteel plating. He dropped the Durasteel into the forge, waiting for a few moments until he pulled it out and cut it into the chains he was looking for.

With his chain shaped he grabbed the Durasteel plates he had pre cut, welding them onto the chain mesh. He left gaps where the armour would cover and he also left enough of a gap so he could bend his arms and knees. He liked how this armour was coming along, it was looking really good so far.

 

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Coryn knew he had the hardest job to do. He needed to shape the boots. He could live with how cold the metal Beskar boots would be, but he was going to don regualar thin boots underneath, but he had to shape them first. He wasn't looking forward to these because he knew how hard they would be to do. The prongs and the soles more so than anything else.

He grabbed his first sheet of Beskar for his boots. He pulled open the forge doors again, grabbing the tounges from down the side of him. He slid the Beskar into the tounges and clasped them down. He slid the tounges into the forge, watching as the flame tickled the Beskar. It took him a few minutes until he took the Beskar from the forge, setting it on the bench.

He grabbed his glove and hammar, starting to shape the boot. He got the basic shape before moving onto the more finer detailing such as the prongs from the top and the smooth sides. The whole suit was getting sanded before he painted it so he didn't really mind it being rough right now. He nodded lightly before grabbing a sheet of rubber and cutting out the sole.

He grabbed two nails, reaching into his boot and nailing the sole to the actual shoe. He was glad the boot hadn't set yet as it made the nail easier to get through. He took his soft beskar over to the disk sander, sanding away the nail. He couldn't even tell or feel how the sole was attached.

He grabbed his second sheet of Beskar in one hand as he dropped the boot into a second crate of ice water. His chest plate was still setting and he didn't want to stop it doing it's thing. Slowly Coryn repeated the exact same steps, getting slightly annoyed at having to do the exact same thing over and over.

Almost done now.

 

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Coryn removed his chestplate from the water, placing it over with the rest of his suit. The boots were still cooling and he was fine with that. Coryn had two more tasks, building the thighs and bits that would go above the boots while still allowing him to bend his knees. The price of Beskar was high for this, so Coryn had to hope it worked.

He grabbed a sheet of Beskar, sliding and clipping it into the tounges. He pulled open the forge, allowing his Beskar to rotate over the flame for a few minutes until it was soft and useable. He was going to have to work. He dropped the metal on the bench, shaping into the shape of trousers he needed. Tight fitting stopping before the knee. The boots came up to the knee so he was fine there. He had also left gaps so he could move his legs.

Good thing he was wearing his clothes under all this mesh stuff. He dropped the trousers into the ice water as he removed the boots, placing them with the rest of his armour. He eyed the visor he had made earlier. It was a mess of wiring but it was fine because he didn't need to see from it. It all worked and projected to a hologoggle in front of Coryn's eye. He could see without seeing, and the wiring could target people, track people, aim and even zoom.

He was a great worker, great with his hands and looking at the armour in front of him he was glad, he was glad he was so good with his hands. No normal person could of done all of this in the five hours it had taken him. Now he needed to sand it all down, fit his t-visor and connect it to his eyeglass thing before painting. Actually, perhaps he could leave the t-visor until he had painted it.

Yeah, he was doing that.

 

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He nodded lightly, turning off the forge. Finally he was finished, now was just a case of final finishing. He strolled over to the sander, turning it on and watching as it sped up. He grabbed his helmet, placing the bottom edge to the sander. He was going to move the sander up and across the helmet, smoothing it before he did this with all the other amour.

He allowed the helmet to sand for about five minutes before he grabbed his chestplate and started to do the same thing. He did this with any scrap of armour around him, making sure it was as smooth as it could be. Once he was sure everything was smooth enough he dropped them into a crate of water one last time, nodding.

Once he pulled the armour from the water, he nodded. It was time to paint it, and he knew what he was going to do. He was painting it orange, orange for blood lust. He also liked orange so perhaps that influenced his decision slightly. On the designs the orange looked alright but he wasn't sure. He was going to try it and see what happened.

 

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Slowly he collected all of his items back up into the odd few crates he had brought with him. He was done with the forge, he needed to go and visit a friend who owned a paint store. This guy had access to spray paint, and it was this that Coryn needed next. Coryn needed to get the final touches on this armour before he could class himself as happy.

He locked the door of the forge, placing the key back under the rock he had gotten it from in the first place. It was only a five minute walk and it was time to test the weight of his armour. Overall it wasn't that heavy, not for him anyway. Though Coryn was always what one would class as freakishly strong. The positives of going to the gym ey!

He knocked the door to the paint store with his knee. Slowly he watched as his friend opened it, leading him through to the back. Coryn placed the boxes down on a desk, eying the tools. He had plenty of colours to work with but he only needed three. Dark blue, Orange and Black. He nodded, looking around as he grabbed the spray can connected to the black tube.

He started to spray the suit black, a base colour that was going to also poke in every so often to look good. Coryn used this spray to paint up three coats of the black before instantly cooling the suit using a basic liquid nitrogen for a few seconds. He then grabbed the blue spray, using it to add slight patterns onto the arms.

Finally Coryn cooled this before grabbing the orange. He sprayed the orange to finish the suit and eyed his amazing work. Twelve hours, that's how long this suit took. Twelve hours but he was proud, he was more than proud. He loved it, it was just a weapon. A great weapon, a great weapon he was proud of.

 

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Time to finish up this weapon. Coryn grabbed the jetpack from earlier and placed it next to his suit, spraying it Orange and Blue. It came out looking alright to say the least. Coryn then broke into the jetpack, setting a wireless system up inside that connected to a button on his left wrist. Finally the jetpack could launch from his wrist, not bad.

He had a few more things to finish up before he connected his armour to his body. He reached into his crate, pulling out a dark black cloak thing. He pinned the cloak to the armour, nodding at it's looked. He was happy at the armour, and he picked it up and set it on a manaquin. He double checked all the wiring and tested a few buttons without actually shooting anything. He found how they all worked and nodded at how they worked.

He was proud, he couldn't say that enough. He loved his armour and loved every minute he saw it. He knew the feeling of pride would soon pass, but as of right now... as of right now he wanted to wear his armour. He was happy, that's what he was, he was happy and proud.