Laira Darkhold
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Mandalore, home of the fearsome Mandalorian warrior race, and pinnacle of its warlike culture. I stood upon the surface of the world standing outside the hut of a Beskarsmith, one of the most revered types armor smiths in the galaxy, and one of the most secretive. I was meeting him hear, where together we would craft and forge a weapon for me. I had asked the engineering group at ArmaTech to design me a weapon fit for a beast such as myself. Something that would be as fearsome as I was, and as potent. Something that would complement me in most ways and be more than capable of being effective in close combat. What was decided on was an interesting take on a Power Hammer. It would be relatively small, only about eighty centimeters, and would be lighter than a Power Hammer due to its phalanges replacing the large unwieldy hammer’s head. I would be able to wield such a weapon with relative ease due to my size and strength; however I would be capable of wielding it in a number of ways.