sɪɴɴᴇʀs ʙʏ ᴅᴇᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴏᴜs sᴛɪʟʟ
"Strong hands and steady minds raise unbreakable children"
—Inscription
- Intent: Create a forging hammer and signature weapon to cement Aloy Vizsla's place as an armorer
- Image Source:
- Canon Link: Gravity hammer
- Permissions: N\A
- Primary Source:
- Manufacturer: Aloy Vizsla
- Affiliation: Aloy Vizsla
- Market Status: Closed-Market
- Model: Custom Warhammer
- Modularity: N\A
- Production: Unique
- Material: Beskar
- Classification: Kinetite hammer
- Size:
- Small
- (60cm)Length
- (25.4cm)Spike
- (33cm)Total Width
- Weight: Heavy
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Intimidating sound: - Inbuilt Kinetite generator
- Located at the head
- Armor spike, for piercing Beskar
- Magnatomic Hand-grip
- Beskar Breaker:
- Using a kinetite generator, The hammer is able to both shape Beskar in the forge, and dent, crack or even pierce Beskar armor in battle. Those who wear it are likely to be thrown across a small room or knocked down into the dust by intense but small shockwaves. Without armor, bones may shatter, and organs ruptured.
- EMP\Ion:
- Processing no material or shielding against EMP and Ionic weaponry, The hammer can easily be disabled for the duration of a duel or possibly a full scale battle by these technologies.
Since childhood, Aloy Vizsla always had a knack and a love for using her hands, and a strong desire to see her own work bear fruit. Despite being robbed of that life at a young age, many years of mercenary contracting would see her become intimately familiar with a variety of weapons and their internal components. At first, she was little more than a salvaging vulture. But over time, she honed her craft until she had become a masterful gunsmith. When The Enclave finally took notice of her work, She had already been forging armor from salvaged materials for years, But it was their forgemasters, The Kayatr'ade, who gave her the opportunity to learn and forge with Beskar.
She took it quickly, and soon earned the right to call herself "Goran" or "Blacksmith" In Mando'a. In time, she forged herself a terrible but elegant hammer to denote her newfound status as an Armorer. A title she accepted with pride and glee.
But behind those passions had always laid one dark undertone; Fear.
From the horrors her own birth-clan had committed, to fighting Apollyon the Betrayer in civil war, She had come to know but one truth; Mandalorians will never be united. If she wanted to protect her wife and daughter, She would have to accept that she may one day be fighting her own kind again. Her one, good, shining moral, would have to be set aside if forced into battle. And so, she hid an exotic advantage in her own work; A type of shockwave generator that could apply so much force behind her blows, that the very hammer she used to forge armor with, would one day be used to pierce it.
She hoped it would never be tested. But her hopes had been in vain, while her preparations for that day had not.
