Private Forging new armor

[Red Mobius]

Wearing: Mobius Steel Mandalorian Armor (Light)

Armed with: Mobius Ban-Hammer, Mobius Pistol


Keldabe...


Opening a Forge in Keldabe had not been easy.

She had initially been forced to work from aboard her ship, a Class Five Protected Transport, scrambling to get any resources she could. Her first products had been pistols, including her self designed Mobius Pistols and the traditional Mandalorian Disintegrator. Then she had started taking repair jobs for armor. That had paid well enough that not only had she made enough to fix up her ship and get it back to full working order, she had made enough to finally open up a relatively small shop on the surface after purchasing the property deed from the local officials, many of whom were suspicious of the currently clanless Mandalorian, only the hearty endorsement by no less than Aether Verd himself finally getting them to relent and grant her the deed to the lot. She had set up construction quickly, and her ship was already filled with parts and equipment for her projects and Red was constantly working at her Forge, partly to keep making a name for herself through the quality of her work...she swore by each piece she created...but to ignore her hidden fears that she was Force Sensitive and didn't know it.

The lot itself was fairly large, and waiting to be sold were a few small rows of her self designed Basilisk War Droid . THOSE were getting plenty of interest by Mandalorians who didn't have the credits (nor the room) for a full sized version of their vessels.

But there was a new product she was intending to test today. She had put out an advertisement at the front of the shop:


NEW ARMORS AVAILABLE FOR TESTING. FIRST TO WALK IN TO TEST THEM HAS THE OPTION TO BUY THEM AT QUARTER OF FULL PRICE.

A holoprojector displaying The Armor in question could clearly be seen next to the entrance. No one had walked in yet, but Red figured it was only a matter of time...

Red had just finished a set of the new armor for herself to wear. It was black, with red highlights and a more angled T-shaped visor to and equally angular helmet. She placed it separate from the rows of the same model she had created in different size types, from short to tall, able to fit large body types.

Red admired her handiwork only a moment before taking the time to repair some more classical armor pieces that had been brought in, waiting for the inevitable curious walk in...



Jaikell Wyrvhor

 

[Jaikell Wyrvhor]

| New Smith on the Block |

Jaikell stood across the street for a long moment, arms folded across his chest, visor tilted toward the flickering holoprojection outside the new forge.

He'd heard of it. Everyone had, by now. A woman with a forge and a spine. That was how it usually started. But word had spread fast that it wasn't just bluster—her repairs held up under pressure, and some of the more adventurous vode had started whispering that her droids moved like they remembered the old songs.

Still, that wasn't what made him cross the street.

It was the design.

The lines of the armor. Not mass-produced, not recycled schematics from Core tech yards. The visor angle. The flare of the gauntlets. The weight distribution in the projected frame. All of it said one thing:

She built this with a fight in mind..
He'd been in enough armories to know the difference between armor made to sell, and armor made to survive.

So he stepped forward.

The forge doors gave a hydraulic hiss as they opened, heat and the scent of scorched metal washing over him. His boots met the durasteel flooring with solid, grounded purpose—beskar meeting fire.

He didn't speak at first. Just looked around—rows of war droids in standby, stacks of modular plating, exposed components mid-repair. All of it humming with quiet intent.

Then his gaze landed on her. Red. The rumored smith in question. Mid-repair, hands deep in something old and dented but familiar—classic.

He nodded once. Not as greeting. As recognition.

Then his voice came, level and dry as cracked stone:

"You're the one offering quarter price of test runs?"
He moved closer to the holoprojected armor display,
Turning his visor slightly toward her, tone sharpening like a blade pulled a half-inch from its sheath.

"What's it like in a fight? Not specs, Truth, I don't care how it stands in a crate, I care how it works when I get his by a blaster"
There was no challenge in his voice. Just honest intent.

If the forge—and its smith—were real, he'd find out now.

| Outfit: |
J O R I R
B E S K A R ' G A M

| Equipment: ALL |





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[Red Mobius]

Red had been working the forge when one of her visions started.

A proud Bull made of black steel and adorned with skulls marching through the streets of Keldabe, surrounded by humanoids of flames.

The vision was a minor one, lasting only a few seconds, but it was was enough to rattle her. The visions had a greater chance of occurrence when working the Forge.

It was another three minutes before Jaikell Wyrvhor walked in, and when she turned around, she saw what the vision had met.

"You're the one offering quarter price of test runs?" he asked after giving a nod which she returned, a similar act of recognition.

Red nodded. "I am."

At his second question she replied "Better to show than explain." and brought out a set of the armor on a repulsorlift platform she had just finished, with a label on its base that read "TESTING PURPOSES ONLY" in Mandalorian, along with a number of weapons to test on it in a separate cart. She rolled it into a safety zone with force field walls, got behind a a force field with a small aperture in the middle designed to allow weapons to fire through it. Maximum safety was observed in Red's shop at all times, and Red silently demonstrated immense caution and discipline to cut down on the chance of accidental ricochets.

She then pulled out a Mandalorian Heavy Blaster Pistol and stuck it through the aperture of the field, making sure he could get a good look.

She fired at point blank ranges. The heavy bolts slammed into the chest piece at first, then the head, showing only very mild scorching at both. The Angular design of the armor had been based partly off droid plating, which relied on deflection angles in many cases rather than pure damage absorption.

She emptied the clip into it, not at all afraid to show the potential customer what his money would get him.

She then got out a pump action shotgun, and loaded it with four gauge buckshot, and again fired it at point blank ranges.

THIS left significant crater's in the torso, and dented the helmet. Red took out a yellow marker and drew a circle around the areas where the buckshot had either scored a penetration or partial penetration, for him to observe, then took out her Hammer and began whacking the armor as fiercely as she could, using both the Angular hammer face as well as the spiked head to leave dents and punctures, but it still took quite a few whacks to get through, because while the armor was weak somewhat to pure blunt kinetic damage and would eventually give, it was clearly also designed to resist Vibrating melee weapons, which of course, her Hammer was.

She was clearly not afraid to show its shortcomings along with its advantages, and she put away her hammer to get out a rusted old lightsaber she clearly only barely knew how to swing but enough to not injure herself, or him, by accident. She had bought it off the black market specifically to demonstrate her armor's lightsaber resistance to potential customers. The red blade slid out and she swung for the chest the neck, and the limbs, but the energy only skittered off its matte black surface, only eventually showing surface damage after a dozen or so swings on the areas she struck.

Next came the Ion test. She silently pointed out the tiny metal tendrils of the armor's repair system snaking out from the interiors of the armor's layering, micro laser cutters and repulsor mechanisms already snaking out to start rapidly repairing the most severe damage, than fired the heavy ion pistol at point blank ranges through the force field aperture a few dozen times, but the electronics didn't look like they were failing in any way as they still continued to effect repairs.

Red continued with the non verbal demonstration as she brought out a Lightning Rifle. Her helmet gleamed from its electric white flashes as she fired again at point blank ranges, the armor showing no visible damage beyond light scorching as it's electronics continuously worked, only failing a brief second before booting back up immediately to continue repairs.

She continued to showcase its effects. A CR-24 Flame Rifle was fired directly at the face of the helmet and chest but and while it was scorched heavily, it was still clearly functioning. The CryoBan Rifle she used on it next didn't do more than mild, chipping damage on the surface.

Then she brought out from the cart a single reinforced cup, making sure she held out one of the armor's limbs as safely as possible and carefully poured the few drops of the military grade acid that had been in the cup after she removed the safety lid.

The Armor smoked and burned on contact, the acid eating right through it.

Then came the test from the paddle beam pistol, and the beam seemed to pass right through the armor's shielding or denting it significantly as she fired.

She then pulled out a sonic pistol and the armor crumpled where the bolt hit, eventually shattering. The tensor rifle warped and ruined whatever part of the armor it struck, and the self built microwave gun made its electronics fail completely as it's armor started to melt.

Then came the final test.

A very, VERY small version of a Singularity Mine , as a tiny black seed was brought out by Red in a special containment vessel. She took it out with a tractor beam tool mounted on a gauntlet that was a copy of the ones found on the very armor she was testing, removing one of her own Gauntlets to put it on, and gestured for him to stand back before using the tractor beam on the gauntlet to throw the seed at the now highly damaged armor in the safety zone.

The Armor frame crumple like a crushed paper ball as it was drawing into the quarter meter singularity generated by the seed on impact.

"Unfortunately, I can't demonstrate it's Telepathy resistance without an actual Force User present, or its short term radiation resilience unless I wanted to risk contaminating the area. But I guarantee enhanced strength, along with minor medical treatment if it's worn."

She made a gesture at the other armors.

"If you still have doubts, I was about to take one of these armors on its second long term field test outside Keldabe. Domarian Traders reported getting attacked by a pack of Rakghouls seemingly under the command of armed smugglers of some type. Dunno who they are. But they were last seen near some cave areas I'm familiar with. Gonna check the site of the last attack for clues first then head to the potential hiding areas. Take which one will fit you, I'll use my own. If you're still not satisfied with the armor after wearing it yourself, I'll refund you for half the price of the armor to compensate you for your time." Red offered.





OOC: Following resistances are taken directly from Agol'Gam armor sub:

• Energy: High
• Kinetic: Average
• Lightsabers: Very High
• Vibro: High
• Ion/EMP: High
• Electricity: High
• Flame: High
• Cryo: High
• Acid: None
• Paddle Beams: None
• Sonic: None
• Tensor: None
• Gravitic: Very Low
• Microwave: None
• Pressure/Vacuum: High
• Radiation: Average
• Force (Telepathy Only): High

 

[Jaikell Wyrvhor]

New Smith on the Block

Jaikell stood silently behind the force field as Red conducted the entire battery of tests. He didn't flinch at the weapons fire. He didn't comment during the beatings, the buckshot craters, or the high-voltage abuse. He simply watched—like a warden observing a prisoner break themselves against the bars.


By the time the armor melted under the microwave beam and folded into nothing under the singularity, his arms were still crossed. But now, his weight shifted slightly—forward, not back.

Interest.

Respect.

And the tiniest hint of surprise.


When Red finished and made her offer, Jaikell was quiet a moment longer than usual.


Then finally:
"That's more then most forges will show"

He took a few steps forward, eyeing the other completed suits on the racks. Then back at her.
"You didn't try to hide the failures, That's rare."

He stopped beside the test armor's remains—scorched, warped, and shattered across the safety zone.
"Most smiths claim indestructibility, Sell a myth, You sold the truth. That means more then specs."

He walked over to one of the suits in his size, brushing his hand along the plating. He checked the seals, tested the joints, tilted the helmet in his grip to study the angles. All clean work. Meant to take punishment and give it back in kind.

He didn't care to see the Telepathy resistance. He'd seen the rest work, he's sure that would too.

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He looked back to the armor and then to her, visor glinting
"Ill take one."

Then, more quietly:
"And I'll go with you. Well see how it hold up against whatever those smuggles are keeping leashed out there."

His gauntlet came up, tapping the edge of the helmet he'd chosen.
"Ill pay full price. Quarter price means you need to persuade people, you wont after this- its worth it"

He paused before adding:
"You've got skill, I like that"

"Now i need a place to put it on,"

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| Outfit: |
J O R I R
B E S K A R ' G A M

| Equipment: ALL |





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[Red Mobius]

Red nodded at his confirmation. Hiding her excitement at his willingness to pay for full price. Telling the truth had gone better than even she thought it would.

"There are four changing rooms in the back...it will accept your own armor's jetpack system..." Red informed him, getting her own Agol'Gam and heading to one of them herself, slipping out of her emergency armor and into the futuristic looking suit. It was standard black with red highlights, black symbolizing justice, the red honoring her clan. Jaikell Wyrvhor would be free to repaint it once it was his own. But for now, that was the default color scheme of the armor.

Red had her jetpack on, and grabbed one of the spare Herald Luparas she had been smithing, along with a large ammo belt of explosive 12 gauge buckshot and pistol power cells, waited politely for him to get out of the changing room. She remained equipped with her hammer and pistol.

Once outside, Red activated her jetpack and took off to the location outside Keldabe where the attack occurred.

She landed about a kilometer outside of Keldabe, in the West, coming across the remains of a caravan. She saw blood everywhere on the heavily damaged repulsor trucks, evidence of grenade blasts, and corpses bearing the horrific evidence of Rakghoul attack. The authorities had been so bogged down with other major concerns that they simply hadn't had time to really get out here.

"There were reports of skirmishes, but nothing this serious before this point. The smugglers must have wanted something..." Red spoke, exploring one of the truck wrecks.

"Looted completely...they must have taken every--wait..." Red trailed, spotting something glinting, almost completely buried by the desert dirt. She smoothed the dirt off, pulling up a Dallorian Alloy rifle case.

"Must have missed this one during the fight..." Red noted, opening the case and revealing a Civil Defense Laser Disruptor .

"So that's what they robbed...got a motive now. My Clan rather liked these. Nice little plinker of a Disruptor..." she remarked idly.

Keep in mind, it said a lot that Red considered a Disruptor as a nice little plinker...

"No serial numbers... weren't meant for official sale..." she remarked, closing it up to avoid disturbing the crime scene too much.

"C'mon, let's head to the caves. Those rifles they stole are used for assassinations by spec ops groups around the galaxy. Supposedly created by a Sith Assassin..." Red said, firing her Jetpack and rocketing off towards the caves in the distance....