Faction Hammering Away [Mandalorian Union]

[Adeen Markiff]

It was getting difficult for Adeen to keep himself out of the trap of falling into the hungry grasp of a daily routine, but the last weeks he seemingly has been way more useful out of the armor and fight and just here in the forge.

He woke up much earlier than usual from the bed on the reverse direction than last night, in desperation to not form habit as he stood up slowly and started about his boring routine, but out of order.

He lived in half a wooden shack with a small terrace towards the river, half a forge made out of stone and chimney. He started the forge so it can hit up for work and went about his typical morning, throwing a net in the river, cleverly tied to a set if bells that would signify the net being at its capacity so he can collect the fish and putting on his clothes for forge work as he prepared his tools, as he opened the front of the forge to be seen from the road, signifying his brothers can come for some repairs.

He didn't wear armor on the forge, as much as how aesthetical and mandalorian it would be. Frankly the cide strictly permitted him to wear whatever in his home, and sitting all day on a warm planet inside a stone house beside a forge that could melt beskar would eventually start feeling like it was cooking him alive. He elected to use a rank top, shorts and a black apron with black gloves.

He opened the stash of beskar he had stocked, as he started regulating the temperature of the forge and started working on details ye had left over from yesterday till someone of note came. He had prepared as soon the singing of the hammer against the recognizable sound of beskar started echoing through the streets, only contested by the morning sounds of a nearby cantina.

 

[Adeen Markiff]

Aloy Vizsla
Venku Bralor

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Adeen Markiff | Venku Bralor |

The previous day had been long, What with the attack on wayland and all, Which had caused the young commander no shortage of malfunction and exhaustion that lasted even now. Her blue armor taken several large calibre rounds that broke through even her beskar, Leaving holes and even pieces of impact gel that had saved her before, Leaving the little pieces along the jagged edges of the bullet's entry and exit points. Even her skull-like helm had been damaged, Leaving the visor cracked, A cheek plate torn and the dome warped. That battle had clearly done a number on her, As evident by the metallic carnage strapped to the side of her custom 74-Z speeder when she pulled up outside the forgeworks, Running leather clad fingers through her red hair while she caught a quick breather.

Turning towards the building a moment, She took a quick drag from her nervestick, Exhaling a puff of orange smoke while her pale blue eyes scanned her surroundings.

She could see the light of the forge illuminate the dark interior on occasion as she stared into the doorway of the stone building. So, A new armorer's moved in afterall?

That was enough for her, Giving her all the evidence she needed to hold her smokes aside and dismount, Swinging her clawed cybernetic leg over the side and listening to the talons click and clack against the sand and gravel as she made her way to the door, Eventually coming to a stop and leaning against the frame with one arm.

"Hey, I was told an armorer had moved in recently. Just so happens I need some repairs if that's true and you got the time."
She says, Her tone hopeful but her voice husky, The kind that conjured up images of whisky and gunsmoke.

 

[Adeen Markiff]

His eyes slowly lifted away from his task as he quickly analyzed the client before dunking the hot piece if beskar in the water to cool it down from being red hot causing a thick stream of vapor to rise up and even obscure his face, as he stood up dusting himself off.

"Beskar is one of the most durable materials in the whole galaxy and some still manage to damage it. Yes I can repair your armor."

He would walk up as he started analyzing the piece if armor, assuming she still wore it, as he started analyzing, as he took a piece of charcoal and something to draw on as he started to make a schematic of the armor.

"Are the electronics damaged? I may not be able to replace electronic parts today. In anyways this damage on the chassis will take 2 or 3 hours to be done, and roughly 200 credits for just repairs, and 100 for the new glassteel visor."

He was pretty neutral about the whole ordeal, treating it like business though the actual labour was fairly cheap as he mostly charged for the materials and fuel.

 

[Mandalorian Prophet]

Get out, meet new people. That was the point of being part of a Clan right? Even if it wasn't people of his clan. Or at least, that's what Cleru hoped as he wandered down to this new forge that he'd been hearing about. Some recent battles with Death Watch had his armor plenty dinged and scratched, so it made sense at the time. He arrived on his own speeder, armorless so he could drop off the suit for repairs.

He was still learning the Mandalorian thing after all.

Much to his surprise, or perhaps it shouldn't of been, someone else was already there. Someone he recognized just from a leg. Aloy Vizsla . His commander in the Owls. He chuckled a bit as he hopped off his own speeder and pulled up the bundle that was his own armor. "Too late to make a request?"

His red eyes fell upon Adeen Markiff , watching the man curiously. A new face. Someone else to get to know. That was good, right?

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Cleru | Adeen Markiff |

"A few of 'em are, Yeah. Been meaning to have the helm's internals replaced actually. But no eye tracker HUD chit, My chip can handle it"
She says rather "matter of factly" while the armorer looks over the gear she carried, Her broken breastplate still hanging loosely from her chest and her backplate with integrated thrusters having been torn but my explosives, Causing her cybernetic to drag across the floor while she stressed at the thought of whatever the armorer might think of her ill-care to the sacred metal.

"The backplate and integrated thrusters are trashed too. Think I'll just have it melted down and replace it with a regular jetpack. I've got your credits on me if you need extra for that."

It was right around then that the chiss arrived, Someone she didn't know personally, But one of her initiates that had recently become a fully fledged member after the battle of wayland, Which was enough to bring a slight smile to her face as she watched the man over her shoulder, Sliding aside to make room in the doorway.

"Morning Owl. Cleru, Right? I see you had as much fun as we did" She laughs, Looking at the state of her comrade's armor. In better condition than hers, But damaged enough to tell the woman that this chiss had put it to good use!

 

[Adeen Markiff]

The new arrival didn't surprise him, as he had been used to working on several armor sets at a time. He first set his eyes on the man briefly as he answered.

"Request away"

He had been frankly surprised by the amount of damage the armor has sustained, but he noted that it was thin as he turned his attention to the woman.

"So you basically want it to be basically functional. I can give you a jetpack, but I suggest soon just having a brand new armor. Seriously what were you doing? Damaging beskar to that degree is almost a skill. If this was duraplast you would for sure be dead."

He was kind of perplexed by the damage, as he looked at it.

"Thicker platers may take time get used to, but I suggest them for better protection."

 

[Mandalorian Prophet]

"Alore." He bowed his head in greeting and in conformation of his name. His red eyes watched on in silence as the Armorer went over the armor of his profession. There was a hint of a smile as he noted just how damaged her armor was compared to his. Just a difference in fighting style, or so he assumed. When the enemy couldn't see you, there wasn't often much damage to be had.

Still, that fight was a rough one.

"Good to see you didn't loose anything in that last fight."

 

[Jan Kryze]

For the first time since being on this path she didn't have a nightmare involving her father. No. Instead it was replaced by a nightmare consisting of images of mud, bright lights, figures clad in black and red and a different Mandalorian in her life dying. She had woken up in a cold sweat. She had checked the time as her weary body barely fought itself into the realm of waking life. It was well into the morning. She got up and went to put her armor on, and seeing the damage that was done, various plates scarred and blackened by blaster impacts, and all the plates attached to her left sleeve were loose and had many of their straps torn away. Not to mention that the black undersuit was now stained brown from the mud. It was a mess.

"Now don't scratch the paint. Seriously, I haven't figured out how to fix that yet."

She remembered one of the things River told her and she just felt her chest flatten at the thought. Her mind trailed on that hook and before she knew it some time passed away as she returned to reality still standing in her room for the night. She put on the battered beskar'gam and decided she was at least going to get this armor fixed. Be one less thing River could worry about when she could see her again. Asking around she was giving a tip about a smith she could see and was on her way.

What she had expected didn't match with the building she was seeing. It was primitive, and nothing like the skylines of Denon. The young punk feeling like she traveled back in time as she approached the entrance. Noting the parked speeder nearby, apparently someone else came for the smith too. As she approached the front the door of the shack she walked through, feeling the heat of the forge as she looked upon the the three Mandalorians feeling once again like foreigner. That word Aruetii coming to her mind now.

"Do you have time to do refit and clean on my suit as well?" Jan asked, a little fleck of nervousness creeping into her voice. She was still new to all of this and felt like she was thrusted into the deep end. It made her feel like a kid in Denon all over again.

Aloy Vizsla Cleru Adeen Markiff

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Cleru | Adeen Markiff | Jan Kryze

"Hah! Well, As much as I enjoy the new limb's abilities, I'm trying to keep the others intact" She chuckles at Cleru with a smile, Lifting her clawed prosthetic limb from the ground for a moment, Wiggling and clicking the claws together before resetling her footing.

Meanwhile, The armorer continued looking over her battered gear. As she suspected, He sounded disappointed. Amazed even.

" So you basically want it to be basically functional. I can give you a jetpack, but I suggest soon just having a brand new armor. Seriously what were you doing? Damaging beskar to that degree is almost a skill. If this was duraplast you would for sure be dead. "

" Thicker platers may take time get used to, but I suggest them for better protection. "

"Yeah..." She scratches the back of her neck "It's actually got a duraplast outer shell, Just thick enough to shield me from ionics. I was uhh, Accosted in the air by Death Watch. Damned traitor and I crash landed after a lengthy melee in the air. I only survived because both he and my impact vest cushioned the fall. Made a nice crunch..."

"I guess I better have it melted down and replaced, Yeah. I got a jetpack though, Clan solus make, The good chit. I just need the helmet and cuirass replaced, Possibly a vambrace modification if you got the time? I wanna try using whistling birds against airborne Dar'manda... A bit like cluster missiles, Get the fighter pilot experience without being a pilot. Hah."

It was right about then that she noticed the red and gold armored girl, A fellow mandalorian it seemed, And a fellow redhead.

"Nice helm" She gives the girl a nod before turning toward the armorer again "For the new visor, I kinda like what she's rockin'. Good ole Nite Owl pattern, A classic. Not as fancy though, I'm looking for something tamer than my current helm."

 

[Adeen Markiff]

"The shooting star model jetpack? I am a fan, trying to modify it to my tastes. Also I am envious of you. Really! I haven't been in battle for weeks and there are few sounds more pleasant than the sound of a deathwatch fanatic "crunching".

He said a she smirked only slightly, as he would look at all others.

"Okay, 500 will be for the first order with the paintwork, 250 for the second armor and 100 for refitting. Since I'll work on them simultaneously give me about 4 hours."

He said as he would let them place their sets of armor.

"How do you guys get so much action. I would kill to be on the front lines."

 

[Mandalorian Prophet]

"Joining the Owls might be your best bet if you're looking for action. Can't say I don't enjoy being able to kill Sith." Cleru grunted a bit in answer to Adeen Markiff before turning his gaze to Jan Kryze . He'd definitely picked a good day to try to meet people with how many showed up at the smithy's. Though, if Jan felt like an outsider, Jac'leru'rizzem felt even more so. His red eyes scanned each of the Mandalorians, trying to place if he should feel like one of them or not. He still didn't, even trying to get his beskar'gam repaired.

"Alor Aloy Vizsla can help you with that. She's the leader of em, after all." And yes, he used her full name. It was second nature for Chiss to use the full and proper name of someone they were speaking about, title and all.

 

[Jan Kryze]

Jan's nervousness was only fleeting as she listened to the red head comment on her helmet. Something about her was ringing some faint bell of recognition that remained buried to her head. Still Jan smirked and quickly fired back at Aloy "Right back at ya." Her head dipping that little bit in order to give a subtle nod in return. Doing so she could see her ponytail was hanging and she realized she forgot to seal her helmet properly... again, though she didn't much care. She always liked to let it hang.

Relaxing her muscles she waltzed over to the Smith and began to undo her armor, having to take care to use her right hand for everything. Remembering how some ornery medic was telling her how lucky she was that all she needed was some bacta and to let it rest for it recover. Still stung like hell though and she had to have a bandage wrapped around it for now. Her left hand was basically dead weight for now, As she took her armor off, stripping off the hard armor plates before setting to work on the underlayer flight suit she heard the smith and chiss exchange words talking about the front and the Owls. She remembered hearing River talk about it a little, apparently Aloy was involved with their shtick, though she had yet to even meet Aloy, it just remained a faceless name to her head right now. Though she always felt a bit flustered when she heard River talk about Aloy... Whatever she was just one pant leg from freeing herself to wearing just her sweat pants and t-shirt. It really didn't matter it's not like this Aloy was here right now... right?

"Alor Aloy Vizsla can help you with that. She's the leader of em, after all."

The chiss' words didn't quite hit Jan yet, as she had gathered everything together and handed her armor off to Adeen. As she handed off her payment it finally occurred that she recalled thatthe chiss called the red head Aloy...

Wait

Jan looked over at the red head, then at her robotic leg, then at the blue armor and finally as if the realization was driven by a freight speeder carrying beskar it slammed into her brain. That was the same Aloy River was talking about. Jan's emerald eyes glistened and she couldn't help but gasp a little bit.

"Wait! You're Aloy? River talks about you all the time! I didn't realize I'd..." Jan was about to ramble off into some excited incoherent tangent before stopping as she saw realized that Aloy likely had no idea who the hell she was, causing Jan to blush profusely at her own out burst.

"Sorry I'm Jan Trac- Kryze. River took me in." Jan would try to introduce herself before catching herself using her old last name. She had to admit she didn't like it. But apparently it was a Mandalorian thing. None of it still sat in her stomach right and it only heightened her nervousness. Why was she now struggling with this stuff? Things used to be so much easier when everyone just thought you were a street rat.

Aloy Vizsla Adeen Markiff Cleru

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Adeen Markiff | Cleru | Jan Kryze

"Mm. Cleru's not wrong. We've been so far through the front recently that we'll be behind enemy lines soon enough" She chuckles nervously at her own joke.

"But yes, Aloy Vizlsa. Alor of House Vizsla and Acting commander of The Nite Owls, At your service."

"If you're looking for battle, Well... We need all the help we can get. We're a paramilitary organization licensed by the Mand'alor and funded by House Solus to hunt down Death Watch. If that sounds like your thing, We can talk more sometime."

She says, Taking a more military pose for the moment, Clasping her hands together behind her back while standing at ease.
Meanwhile the red armored mandalorian had past her earlier, But suddenly turned and gasped, Causing Aloy to give the girl a curious glance with one brow raised.

" Wait! You're Aloy? River talks about you all the time! I didn't realize I'd... "
" Sorry I'm Jan Trac- Kryze. River took me in "

"Mm- Another Kryze? That makes you part of my House-" She paused for a moment, Jan's words finally catching up to her as she pressed forward, Her cybernetic claws carrying her towards her Jan as she studied the girl with a curious expression.

"I'm sorry, I've been away from the family 'cause of the war. Does River just collect redheads or...?" She chuckles nervously while looking the kid over, Trying to figure out how old she was and if she'd been a mandalorian prior or if they'd just gotten her armor rather quickly.
Eventually, she nods in understand and offers Jan a handshake, Though the puzzled expression remained.

"Yes, I'm Aloy, And It seems your big sister now? I'm sorry, This is new to me."

 

[Adeen Markiff]

As he started on the work on the armors as he kept up with the conversation as he started working as he effortlessly started working with the forge and his trusty beskar knife.

"I would take you up on the offer if I wasn't more of a solo mission guy. My teamwork lacks."

He was referring to becoming an owl.

"I mean there is also a reason I am not part of a clan."

He would say as he worked on the arnor talking inbetween hammering.

"Oh I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Adeen Markiff, and I am an adopted epicanthix."

 

[Mandalorian Prophet]

Cleru paused and watched Jan Kryze for a moment. Was she.. Fangirling? Or was this the appropriate response to being in the presence of an Alor? His red gaze drifted to Aloy Vizsla as if she'd be able to answer his thoughts. Which, she wouldn't. Even those sensitive to the force would never be able to read his force dead mind.

"It's never too late to learn teamwork." Wasn't there something about being Clanless? Cleru wasn't sure, but he did nod his head at the name. "Jac'leru'rizzem, or Cleru for you more core worlders. I know Chiss names are often difficult."

 

[Jan Kryze]

Jan could feel her stomach about to turn upside down as she watched Aloy, wondering if she had just screwed up. A little bit of her father's voice creeping ever so slightly into the background of her mind trying to feed her doubts."I'm sorry, I've been away from the family 'cause of the war. Does River just collect redheads or...?" Jan hears Aloy speak and finally exhales after realizing she was holding her breath. Her body relaxes though Jan had no clue why it so primed to run. Her mind reminding that she just needed to talk.

"I can't tell you much about the red head thing, me and River sort of stumbled into eachother. Besides I think that would require her to spend more than five minutes out of her workshop to test." Jan says feeling a bit more of her normal cadence return to her, as she quietly omits the fact that she and River met because she was smuggling herself onto River's ship. That detail could be worked with later. She notices Aloy's outstretched hand and gives a firm shake. Though she could still pick up on the confusion, and the feeling was about to become much more mutual between the two of them.

"Yes, I'm Aloy, And It seems your big sister now? I'm sorry, This is new to me."

Wait... what? The very notion of a sister dumbfounded her as it now forced her to rethink everything. River had mentioned the word adoption but she didn't realize she was literally adopted, and now she had a Mother? And now a sister too? What? It caused the pit in her stomach to grow. Her mind scanning through the last few days in her life and turning to Serreco... and then to Aloy's earlier comments and something clicked... Aloy didn't know.

"It's... new to me too..." Jan says her voice trailing off as she feels a weight be latched to her chest right now. "I need to tell you then. We were both on Serreco. River... she's... she's not doing good." Jan finds each word constricting her throat as she tries to force it out. Images of it playing in her mind, and all attached to it was one woman. Someone whom now could ignite an inferno within her, and she could think about is what she did as Jan had to live with it's aftermath and now explain it to someone else.

"She's in a coma." That was all that she could get out as she found herself in fight to keep her composure.

Aloy Vizsla Cleru Adeen Markiff

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Jan Kryze | Adeen Markiff | Cleru |

Spoiler: A Thousand Tears

"Serreco? The ambush!..." Aloy's bionic leg whirrs as she takes a sudden step back, Her eyes widening at the realization of what her adoptive mother must have been through. The reports out of Serreco were nightmarish, Even for the long time bounty hunter. But for River was innocent. She just... Wasn't cut out for this life. And to be thrown into that nightmare... It made the Vizsla shudder.

"Is she hurt? What happened? Where is she?!"

Panick. Doubt. Pain. "I should have been there... I need to be there now." She drops her helmet, The broken beskar pinging off the stone floor and then rolling away as she nudges it aside, Clawing her armor off in a determined frenzy.

"I'm sorry to cut this short, Adeen. If you change your mind, You can find my people on Concordia, They'll show you the way."

Once her armor had been removed, and she was down to her flight suit and weapons, She turned out of the smithy suddenly, Brushing past as quickly as possible "Jan. Take me to her."

 

[Adeen Markiff]

The man was stumped by the situation as he simply answered Aloy with a nod as he went back to work. She had something to deal with, so as appealing as discussing nite owls was he decided to get back to his work hammering away. he felt awkward interjecting in the current conversation. He shelved his agenda, so to speak as he would ramp up the forge which made a loud plasma nosie as it got to temperature to melt beskar, putting on a visor.