Get it done.

[Zef Halo]

"Old Man Rohlan! Look what I just made." A young kid of clan Verd rushed to him with what looked a wrist mounted sling weapon. An interesting take to a kid's toy.

"It looks great, Neth." Rohlan shuffled the boy's hair before the little Verd grinned and then took off back to his own worktable.

His skimming through the workshop alone did not last long. As expected, who they called Aunt Verd appeared out of seemingly nowhere. A trick she had been doing since they were just kids. Certainly, a gift to move like a shadow.

"Long time no see, brother."

"It's been a long time indeed, sister." Rohlan replied turning to face his younger sibling.

"What are you here for ?"

"What you do best."

"Who is it for ?"

"An elder Mando, someone like me from our House. Medium, more freedom to the joints."
"What ? He old but he still jumping like a superhero or something ?"

"Can't tell you, I've got no idea. That's what he wants." Rohlan chuckled as he gave her a chip containing information about [member="Gael bar Ammon"]. The most important one which would be there was the size of the man.

"Alright, I will show him what Verds can do."

"Oh and this young one of clan Ordo too. He wants a heavy one."

She nodded and with a smile, Rohlan followed his sister into the 'depths' of the Forge.

 

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His sister led him to a massive worktable which was not surrounded by any other worktables or other apprentices. It was her personal space, where the best out of the best works coming out of this Forge were made. Rohlan was happy for how life had treated his sister. She had become a renown and amazing beskarsmith to what he heard Mandalorians talking about her.

"Bring me those plates from there." She pointed at a neatly stacked pile of beskar plates. Rohlan raised an eyebrow.

"Droid, get her those plates from there." Rohlan told a droid randomly passing by who immediately turned its course to do his bidding.

"You are a damn lazy ass, Rohlan. You've always been one."

"Your sharp tongue hasn't changed one bit as well." Rohlan chuckled at her comment, slightly remembering their childhood.

Good times indeed.

The droid brought the plates and his sister began an immediate work on marking the plates for where they were to be cut with the saw, all specific to the size and wants of [member="Gael bar Ammon"]. She was going to make him a quite good beskar'gam.

Rohlan knew that well. She had given her who life's time for this art.

 

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After the lines had been marked down on the plates, Aunt Verd had begun a quick yet obviously skillful cutting with the beskar saw over the lines. All for the purpose of dividing the plates into different shapes that would be further shaped to take what form they had to depending on where they were to be located on the wearer.

As she worked on the beskar plates, Rohlan noticed how her focus had changed. Even without the Force he could see the change of aura and attitude in her body language. His sister became one with the work she was doing, no wonder she wanted space for herself. True, the noises could be heard but not as loud as it was back where the apprentices were. Apparently, his sister, just like him, desired a certain degree of solitude when she was doing her job. He would not be surprised if that was the case, his younger brother - the father of [member="Isley Verd"] - had been the same. When he was focused on something, he preferred complete isolation from everyone.

Rohlan wondered if Mandalore had become just like his father.

She soon finished with the cutting work and waved away the sweat on her forehead. As a good old brother, Rohlan gave her a towel that hanged on the wall. She silently washed her forehead and face then gave it back before returning to do the next step of the work - filing.

 

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As his sister continued the work on the beskar'gam by filing the cut plates so they would not retain any sharp remains and be as smooth as possible. In the end, the armor was made to protect the wearer not hurt him. Her focused attitude had taken over her and Rohlan wondered if it had anything to do with the Force. As all Korunai, she was force sensitive as well. Deep inside, the old Verd sighed at the thought of having the Force again.

He decided it was best that he went back and found some refreshments for himself and his sister. Time was flying by while he watched her work on the beskar'gam. And an old man had to take some sweets for himself. Rohlan remembered well to take for his sister as well. When they were children he'd always forget to bring her sweets, only getting for himself, which enraged her. Rohlan had never done it on purpose, perhaps he was really selfish on a subconscious level and now it was his time to repent.
Being a Mandalorian again.

The old man entered the forging space of Aunt Verd and laid the tray with refreshments on a free table which seemed to be made for that purpose. She did not even look at him when he entered. Rohlan now truly believed that the Force was at work here.

"You want them today, don't you ?" His sister's voice snapped him back to reality.
"Yes, please."

"Droid, bring me Jay'qal."

"Who's Jay'qal?"

"Possibly the successor of this Forge."

 

[Zef Halo]

Jay'qal was a Snivvian.

If he was compared to human age, Rohlan would judge him around mid thirties. If his sister said that this would possibly be the successor of this Forge than Jay'qal was most likely a prodigy of prodigies. The old man was glad that his sister would put such work for what he requested. They had never had a good relationship after he became a dar'manda and joined the Jedi, leaving everyone.

Perhaps old age truly brought wisdom.

"An honor to meet you, Rohlan Verd." Jay'qal nodded and grasped the hand of the elder Verd in a greeting.

"A pleasure to meet you, Jay'qal." The old man replied with a smile. There was something he liked about this beskarsmith prodigy.

"Let us get this started then." His sister announced and gave a chip with the information about the Ordo boy who wanted a beskar'gam. She instructed him in what was needed for the armor. Jay'qal nodded after almost every third word Aunt Verd said.

Without a word, the Snivvian sat down on the other end of the large worktable and silently began working upon the task given unto him by the Master of the Forge. His attitude and body language changed just like his sister's when she worked. He was fully focused upon forging the beskar'gam.

 

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The beskarsmiths worked in silence, only their actions giving any noise. The noise of the diamond file in Jay'qal's hand smoothing the edges of the plates. While the power hammer controlled by his sister smashed upon the plates the way she wanted, shaping them correctly, strengthening them. The occasional hiss of molten hot beskar being plunged into the water.

There was an oddly soothing aura to this environment. Something so pleasant, it reminded him of his own workshop where he designed numerous technological advancements for his company Outer Rim Engineering and Development and Arakyd Industries. When he would brainstorm, solitude is what he needed.

Time, as always, was flying past but both his sister and Jay'qal were proceeding with exceptional speed. Outside of this space, it seemed as the apprentices were becoming less and less. Time was ticking away and the apprentices were heading home to show off about how much they've done today to their parents.

It was truly good to be back amongst his people.

Watching the two work, there was a synchronization that was obvious. Like a melody, the noises of their tools seemed to sound like instruments in a perfectly conducted orchestral play. It was obvious that Jay'qal had well learned from Aunt Verd's guidance.

 

[Zef Halo]

The two power hammers were now being utilized smashing perfectly the plates, manipulated by the skills of the pair of beskarsmiths. Rohlan had gone once again to bring in more refreshments for the two hard workers. They had only shared a bit of food and a few words with the elder Verd before returning to doing what they did.

Uncle Verd was quite amused and fascinated at how his sister had engraved her culture and work ethic upon her apprentices. Jay'qal almost looked as a mirror to Aunt Verd but had something special, unique to his own work. Rohlan had once heard that every beskarsmith had their own signature when forging. Perhaps that was the case here, as well.

What Rohlan knew was that the armor to be produced would certainly satisfy the two Mandalorians that had requested a new set of beskar'gam. The work put before him was an enough proof of that and he himself would inspect it, even though that would be hardly necessary since his sister knew by far more about quality armors.

He can be a scientific genius, but when it came to beskar - his sister was way way beyond him.
In the end, Rohlan spent a lot of his life as a Jedi rather than a Mandalorian. That too had its effect upon his knowledge of the notorious indestructible Mandalorian iron.

 

[Zef Halo]

Their work was absolutely stunning as they proceeded exceptionally fast but without sacrificing quality. Apparently that was the height of any craft, being able to do it rather quicker than usual but with the state-of-the-art quality still retained. Truly, two masters of their art. The old man's smile never faded as he simply watched the two work.

The forging process was soon over, with a nod to the finished armor plates, Rohlan stood up to bring to both his sister and Jay'qal the modifications it needed. Especially for the helmet. He wanted this armors to be as any beskar'gam - very well equipped and easy to modify.

Wrist attachments, electronics both in the helmet and in the suit, armaments on different parts of the armor such as the shoulders, the knees and even the back. Also defensive technologies such as energy shields that were to be put as well.

It was something that Rohlan would be doing. Time to make this well shaped indestructible plates of Mandalorian iron into a power armor.

"Come to me." Rohlan spoke on his comlink and soon enough a couple of Arakyd Industries' droids entered. Droids specializing in turning an armor into a power armor.

Now it was Rohlan's turn to show them his knowledge of technology. Perhaps he could even make his sister jealous if he tried hard enough.

 

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The droids knew exactly what to do with Rohlan inspecting various parts of the armor. Fitting in different things and connecting them, it was a mesmerizing sight that would eventually lead to a mesmerizing result. The two beskarsmiths could bet on that. Uncle Verd was quite good at this.

Another couple of droids entered bringing in different wrist attachments which Rohlan tested on the two armors, checking that the sizes were correct and there would be no problems when it came to easily removing whatever the reason of that might be. All seemed to fit in fine, absolute masterpieces by the two beskarsmiths that currently watched Rohlan taking care of the rest of the work.

He had insisted on doing that rather than they did as he felt it being his field of work just as forging was theirs. With a few grumbles from his sister she had finally surrendered to Rohlan's stubbornness. That was not the sole reason for Rohlan to take up this part of the armor's creation, deep inside he wanted to show his sister that he was a Mandalorian once again and he didn't plan on leaving.

For a moment, Uncle Verd wondered what would happen if the Force would return to him someday. Would he run off again ?
The thought disappeared as fast as it appeared in the back of his subconscious.

 

[Zef Halo]

Fitting the last of the electronics and double checking for any shortages that might occur, Rohlan smiled. It was time to check the hydraulics on the heavier of armors. All worked perfectly. Helmets were not glitching, the systems uploaded were not giving any errors. The armors were ready to be given to the Mandalorian who had requested them. They would certainly serve them well.

"Whew, quite the work for one day, indeed." Jay'qal stated with a smile. "Might as well just enjoy myself with some Mandalorian ale now. Well deserved, I must say."

"Come on, Jay'qal, I am buying." Rohlan replied with a smile.

"Well, that was a damn good job." His sister said as she washed her face with a towel. "Great job, Rohlan, you wasted my whole day on this."

"Thank you, sister." Rohlan laughed at her grumpy attitude. She had always been like that. A grumpy young kid and now a grumpy old lady.

Some things never change.

Nodding for goodbye to his sister, one he hoped to see again soon, Rohlan gestured for the Snivvian to follow him. Uncle Verd just knew the perfect place on Echo'yla to have Mandalorian ale.

The armors ?
Well, he would get them tomorrow and send them over to the Mandos.

May they serve them well.