Kal Kandossii
The Smith
Work. It seemed as though he never got out anymore. Beskar'ad Inc had been busy along with custom orders they had been pushing out generic beskar'gam for the mando'ade as well as ,with conjunction with Nyos' company, building prosthetics for wounded vode. It was a busy schedule.
So Kal and his three vode, Teroch,Aayla, and Haran, took on other smiths. There was plenty of work to go around. One of the projects included making more ori'verd. Then yesterday they got more work from a vod. Retrofitting three Corellian corvettes.
Sitting at the work station he reviewed the plans and improvements needed as well as finding the schematics for other similar ships. It was going to be a lot of hard work, but it paid well and it was for their people so Kal was up for the challenge.
The warning on his workstation' s monitor alerted Kal to the incoming ships. So rising from his seat he headed out of the forge and up the sloped tunnel to leave the half buried building. Outside he stood in his typical store of jeans, long sleeve white shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealing muscled forearms covered in faint scars, and his trusty work boots. A hand was raised shielding his eyes even as the twenty turrets around the perimeter lowered from their positions down into their hatches to hide under the sand.
The three ships touched down and ramps lowered as the pilots e,cited with their small crews. A smirk crossed Kal's face as in his mind he over layed the plans he had been working on over the visual he had.
Clapping his hands together lightly he spoke," time to get to work."
So Kal and his three vode, Teroch,Aayla, and Haran, took on other smiths. There was plenty of work to go around. One of the projects included making more ori'verd. Then yesterday they got more work from a vod. Retrofitting three Corellian corvettes.
Sitting at the work station he reviewed the plans and improvements needed as well as finding the schematics for other similar ships. It was going to be a lot of hard work, but it paid well and it was for their people so Kal was up for the challenge.
The warning on his workstation' s monitor alerted Kal to the incoming ships. So rising from his seat he headed out of the forge and up the sloped tunnel to leave the half buried building. Outside he stood in his typical store of jeans, long sleeve white shirt with the sleeves rolled up revealing muscled forearms covered in faint scars, and his trusty work boots. A hand was raised shielding his eyes even as the twenty turrets around the perimeter lowered from their positions down into their hatches to hide under the sand.
The three ships touched down and ramps lowered as the pilots e,cited with their small crews. A smirk crossed Kal's face as in his mind he over layed the plans he had been working on over the visual he had.
Clapping his hands together lightly he spoke," time to get to work."