Becoming a Beast

[Titan]

Titan walked around, observing the machines at work. He was a warrior not a technician, but there were skills all should know, such as Beskar Forging and mining. He grabbed a pick axe so that he could work, work was always better than doing nothing. He eventually stopped alongside a presumably female Mandalorian, she was humming something that Titan rarely heard, the song that Mandos sang when they were drunk. Titan was not a big drinker and rarely consumed liquor or acahol or anything of the sort. But he waited for the music to be over before muting his helmet, and snorting/screaming. To the outside observer it would look like Titan was turning his neck slightly to either side.

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Titan Kryze"]

Mirdala stopped a moment to obersve the strange man who came up to mine beside her. She tilted her head and chose to ignore him. She was not going to let him derail her purpose here in the mines. She swung her pick against the vein of beskar, more of the raw metal falling at her feet. She tossed the chunk into her pile, which was only minimally filled with the rare, lightsaber resistant ore. The Betna woman wiped the sweat off of her brow. It was a arduous process, but she knew that it would all be worth it in the end. Mirdala knew that once she had enough of the precious beskar, she could finally forge true beskar'gam. Not the pale imitation that she wore now, made of cheap durasteel. She struck against the vein, groaning. "Kark." She hissed, cursing. The damn pick got stuck. She lifted and wiggled the handle, trying to get the tool loose. She managed to do so with some force, falling backward on her shebs and growling. She stood back up and started to pick at the metal ore again, with more frustration and anger in her eyes.

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[Rekali the Hutt]

The Mandalorians were once known as a brutal and merciless people, crusaders who fought to show they could and let the galaxy know there were none better. Elitists in more ways than one they were devilishly effective, yet eventually stopped by the Old Republic, apparently lead by a human Jedi who lived another few hundred years and started a cult.

What a crock of chit that was.

But it was history, at the least the Mandalorians and their defeat. They'd learned from that though, even defeated and scattered they banded together when Mand'alor's helmet was found, and rebuilt themselves into a force once again. It was oddly parallel to the situation occurring now. Many claimed the name of Mand'alor along the years, with varying levels of legitimacy and success, and the clans themselves had split into multiple directions. Death Watch, Raxian Empire, Mandalorian Crusaders, and the Clans themselves. Until one voice unified them, brought them together and built them into a war machine.

A war machine that Rekali the Hutt would lend his strength too. Out on the battlefield, economically with his syndicate, and even here, with the processing of metals. Every job was important. Everyone was a warrior fighting something, whether it be the One Sith or the depleted ore situation of the Mandalorians.

One battle at a time, till it all comes to a head, in the great forests of Kashyyyk.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

"Ay, over 'ere mate," one of the mechanics perched on the security railing said waving his hand. "This one, vod."

The general pulled his load upright and brought one end to the man's side. With the speed of a man who was well trained and even more experienced, the mechanic drilled the pump into place, each bolt went in its hole, dissappearing as quickly as he produced them. The man took a hose covering several bits of wiring. With a few well placed twists and fasteners they were plugged into place.

"Alright, Jer, we good up here," the man shouted.

Another, significantly shorter mechanic scurried between Ardgal and the pump. He screwed the pump into place with his drill, letting it clatter to work. His fingers were nimble, agile as snakes as they gripped, shoved, and bolted the hydrolic into place. He tapped it satisfactorily. "All done, vod."

Ardgal watched as the mechanic on the top rail shifted over and repeated the process with Prometheus' pump. The mechanic on the bottom did his bit too.

"Alright, we are all done with this leg, let's shift over and hit the other one!" shouted a foreman.

(Post: 5)

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The Akaan and his pick axe continued to hammer on the deposit of Mandalorian Iron until he had the right amount of iron for the armor he was planning on making. What was wrong with his beskar'gam? Nothing at all. It worked perfectly and served him well in every battle and fight he was involved in. So for who would this new set of armor be for? It was for someone that Vilaz had been seeing recently and was having a romantic interest in. Did Bree had her own set of armor? She did, but the Akaan wanted to show how much Bree meant to him and how much he loved and appreciated her. In other societies people would buy beautiful jewelry, elegant dresses, or any other luxurious objects to show someone how much they were appreciated, but Mandalorians had unique ways that was unlike to the rest of the Galaxy.

Vilaz's cart began to fill of rock containing contents of beskar that would be processed in the harvester in order to remove the rock and other minerals from the iron before the ore went to the forge and the smiths.

Finally, the pouding of the Munin's pickaxe had come to a halt as the Cuir Rekr was satisfied with the quantity of Mandalorian Iron he had extracted with from the deposit that he stood. The mine cart which was repulsor lifted, making it easier for the Mandalorian to transport the ore to the harvester. As he arrived at the machinery, he began to place the ore into the harvester and witnessed it go to work so that the beskar was pure and ready to be forged into the fires of Mandalore.

 

[Titan]

Titan slammed his pick into the rock again and again. Dislodging rubble in the process, he hit the rubble off, into his cart and repeated the process until he had enough. Once he was done, he layed his pick against the wall of the cave and pushed his cart over to the refiner. It seemed as though most of the Clan's were here, Mandalor, Akaan, and Shukular were present. Though it seemed Titan was the only Kryze present. He nodded at [member="Vilaz Munin"], strange that he would be here, after all Titan had seen the man's Beskar'gam himself, it had seemed fine at the time.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Waiting to receive the beskar he extracted from the deposit here in the harsh desert of Sundari, a man that he was unfamiliar with nodded at him and stood somewhat close to the Akaan. No doubt he was here to mine some of the previous ore from mother Mandalore for armor or something like those almighty beskar tanks constructed by the notorious Rygel Larraq. Was this man proficient in the arts of beskar smithing? Vilaz hoped so because one thing was obtainin the iron which was really the easy part, and it was another thing to craft the iron which was the difficult part since Mandalorian Iron was very, very difficult to work with.

"You a beskar smith," the Cuir Rekr asked to [member="Titan Kryze"], hoping that his question was answered with a positive one. If not, then he'd probably ask Draco if he could rent a beskar smith from his clan or from Ijaat's. Unfortunately, Clan Munin had no one at least adept in beskar smithing which was something on the Alor's agenda so that way he didn't have to depend on other clans to make a whole suit of beska'gam for someone in his clan.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The pieces of Mandalorian Iron that the Akaan mined from the deposits of Sundari were ready for him as a Mandalorian worker called out for his name so that what Vilaz had worked and sweated for didn't end up in someone else's hands and not give the Munin the right and proper amount of ore that he extracted from mother Mandalore. Of course, everyone here that had worked in these fields would be given their equal and fair share of the beskar that they sought for, for whatever honorable intentions they had with the beskar in their hands. What Vilaz was going to do was considered honorable or at least he thought so as he was going to give a whole set of armor to the woman whom had stole his heart, and he hers.

The man, Titan, didn't answer the Cuir Rekr's question, but Vilaz wasn't bothered by it. He had a set of armor to make and construct to Bree. Taking his rightful beskar, he thanked the workers for cleansing it of any content from the ore and bid them a good day before heading to a shuttle that would take him to a renowned and proficient beskar smith that would turn this iron into something amazing and deadly.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

[member="Mirdala Betna"] [member="Rach Vizla"] [member="Titan Kryze"] [member="Bendak Orden"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

Ra cleared his throat for like the third time. He had found himself headed in Akaan's direction - nodding solemnly to one of the other men while he was handed a pickaxe. The Iron Wolf grabbed the pickaxe with one hand, and another that was leaning up against the railing of the catwalk he walked down. His feet then hit the sand and he was making his way to Vilaz.

"Akaan," Ra nodded in greetings. "You seem awfully quiet, friend."

The goliath landed one swing of the pickaxe into the ore beneath his feet. Beskar. Iron. Ah, the sweet muse of Mandalore.

"Not too hot a day for you in this blistering desert, I hope."

Another swing landed.

Soon, Ra was double-fisting iron pickaxes like it was his damn job, and soon taking off his shirt to reveal his alabaster torso in the blistering hot sun. Sweat glistened, muscles tightened.

Ra swung.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"Mand'alor," Vilaz greeted back to the Sole Ruler of the Mandalorians as they nodded to each other since they were crossing paths. The Munin's face then became one of confusion as the man that appointed him one of his Four Wolves told him that he appeared quiet today. Not that Vilaz was anti-social or anything of the like, just that he wanted to extract the beskar from Mandalore's veins in order to create something for Briika.

Not only that, but it was so damn hot that it just killed the muse of talking. Nevertheless, he would gladly have a conversation with anyone whether it was Ra or someone else that spoke to him.

"Oh, I guess my concentration got the best out of me, Mand'alor. Not that I don't want to talk or anything," he explained to the Iron Wolf as for why he was so quiet on this harsh, yet beautiful day of Mandalore.

"I'll admit, it's hot but it's not too hot for me. Is there something I can help you with?" If Ra needed help on extracting the sweet and precious iron from Mandalore, then he would be more than happy to do so. Was it because this goliath was the Sole Ruler? Not really, no. Like every other warrior of Mandalore, he was a fellow brother and any Mandalorian in need would receive help and aid from Vilaz and his clan. The Akaan ordered a droid to take the iron that he worked for to his shuttle, and picked up a pickaxe. He would be within the vicinity of Ra as Akaan and Mand'alor began hammering down on the ore below them.

[member="Ra Vizsla"]

 

[Ra Vizsla]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

Ra shrugged.

"Just checking on you, brother."

He slapped the man on the back in a heartily manner and continued digging into the ore. The ore, the sweat, precious ore. The reason everyone was here. The reason everyone wanted to dig it up.

The reason Mandalore was so bountiful.

Because they would all take it to the Factory and hopefully get something they could all Approve of.