I walk slowly into myself... (PM for Invite)

[Julius Sedaire]

Walking slowly, Ijaat trod the paths in his personal lab, sighing. Suits of armor numbering fifty total hung in transparisteel tubes. Each one of them varied from tube to tube and even in color and sometimes material. Control readouts showed the functionality obtained, the readiness to respond, and other statistics on the suits, as well as information about their functionality and purpose. Aquatic exploration and rescue, Zero G and EVA functions, heavy armor, melee specific, and more besides.

The one Ijaat stood before now was the first suit he had made for himself, with the help of @Anija Ordo. It bore the marks and scars of quite a few combats, some fresh, some painted and patched over. The most recent scars came from Adumar and his duel with [member="Reverance"], and there were even pieces mangled, rent or almost destroyed or in need of such repair he could barely stand to see it. He had been foolhardy, that was for sure.. But now, he stood at the brink, and wondered what was to become of him.

A gleam in the polished tube showed a weary man, bags sunken into his eyes, which once often bright with laughter were dulled and wearied, and even at this moment a rocks glass of tihaar was clutched in an unsteady hand. It seemed unless there was war to be had, or forge work to be done, he fell into a darkness, and his mouth trembled a bit as his jaw clenched in anger and self-disgust. Hatred for the sheen of the vong-shaping that had bonded with him in such a way extrication attempts had nearly killed him, and left him a broken mess that was barely held together.

The call had went out, to contacts and friends of friends. He had asked for helps from the likes of which before he would have never considered. This would not be his end, but merely the herald of becoming something... More... More than just a soldier mindlessly obeying the pointed finger as to who the enemy was. More than another sword in an armory. There would be an ascension, an evolution... There would be a whole new meaning to the word "beskar'gam" when he was done with it.

Turning from the tube, he gestured, lights adjusting and the like, as he waited for the first of his conference guests to arrive, and for the talks to begin. Today marked him walking slowly into himself, through the forest of 'trees' of empty armor. More was needed, and he would become it.

[member="Braith"] | [member="Allison Willamina"]

(OOC NOTE: If you're interested in helping with the project, PM for details and we'll see what can be worked out...)

 

[Bhaltair Dhimani]

Incoming Message
To: [member="Ijaat Akun"]
From: Bhaltair Dhimani

Hey, buddy. Are you doing okay? Need any help? If you do, just send me a message. I'm in the area.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Incoming Message
To: [member="Bhaltair Dhimani"]
From: Ijaat Akun

Doc-

If you want to swing by, feel free... There's going to be a sort of meeting of the minds today. I figured out a few things on my.... condition.... A mind suited to biology and chemistry might like to see what comes from today. Coordinates to my ship are attached, we're a bit far from the usual space, but not too far.

 

[Bhaltair Dhimani]

(The scene waves right and we see Bhaltair Dhimani standing in [member="Ijaat Akun"]'s hangar bay visitor section. He waits dutifully with his trusty backpack strapped to his back.)

 

[Ellie Mors]

Braith, belonging to a culture of tribal people from almost eleven thousand years ago, was completely inept when it came to spacecrafts. She could deal with datapads and other less-complex technology, but piloting a ship with so many buttons and levers was far too much for the supposed-deity. So, per usual, she offered a trade of skills for a trip to a foreign world where - surprise, surprise - Braith would be offering her skills, yet again, in the form of the .. well it was something that didn't make sense on paper and amounted to alchemy in her head - how complex she didn't know, or really care because complexity was hardly a reason to turn down a challenge with some favors or payment in return. So, a merchant ship that was now outfitted with a small compass-like tool that would always glow when near danger, notably if there was something about to collide with the ship, and thus the compass, arrived rather late to the party and docked with the preparation to unload its sole cargo - that of Braith Achlys. Perhaps her name wasn't known across the galaxy, and perhaps that was for the better, but those that did know her were aware that, while she didn't pursue the skill in a professional setting, Braith was at least a very skilled master of alchemy. And that was exactly why she was here. Waiting to be greeted, or at least informed of where to go - or what to do - Braith stood in the hangar bay looking for a way to a lab, where she was supposed to be meeting one [member="Ijaat Akun"]. Noticing some lit up displays leading towards a marked area that broadly proclaimed the area she was looking for, the goddess followed it to a laboratory within the interior of the ship.

[member="Bhaltair Dhimani"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Ijaat turned as Braith walked in, regarding the woman with worn eyes the color of once bright amber or honey, now dull and sunken still. There sat two simple datapads in front of him, and he motioned to each and then his guests as he turned back to the console, beginning to bring systems on line. Never would he have called this woman here in his life, he would have thought. But there had been whispers of her, from a friend of a friend of a friend... Hints of her power, her abilities... Ijaat was finding the more he was broken and thrown aside in his quest for vengeance, the less and less he cared where the source of his advantage in the fight came from. That, perhaps, was a warning sign to most. But he was too far gone in his hate to notice most days. Once, for a brief moment, something might have changed that, but he had tried to bury those feelings and move beyond.

Finally, the projectors hummed to life, the air filling with holograms of oggzil, the ooglith inside his own bones, and others things, along with a technical schematic of his former beskar'gam which now rested in a cage in his armory. There, under the oggzil spun equations, formulas, and oddly enough metallurgical readouts relating the the makeup and properties of beskar. The odds were, not many in the galaxy understood Mandalorian Iron as well as Ijaat did. The truth was it would be a miracle if any came close to his knowledge of the metal. So while that may have exceeded his two associates' knowledge levels, if they grasped it, they had several secrets of the ancient metal before them that even prominent smiths on Mandalore did not understand fully. Though how to utilize, manipulate, or make use of that information was blatantly lacking.

"Lady Braith... I thank you for coming on this errand.... I know it was an odd request, but I was told your particular skills might augment that of mine and the good doctor Bhaltair here... I have been trying for months, through standard genetic manipulation and alteration, to rewrite the makeup of an oggzil biot of the Vong race to produce a beskar shell rather than non descript base metals... The datapads contain specific experiment notes... The purpose is to interface with what the Shapers of Selvaris already wrought within me, to fully utilize my new abilities and craft a set of armor that truly is beskar'gam.... Or an iron skin, if you will.... I welcome your help in this matter, and we can speak of repayment later or now, if you wish..."

Turning to his friend, he nodded to Bhaltair and grinned, weakly.

"I used some of your ideas as a basis and spring board, doc... But i'm afraid I wandered quite far off the trail you blazed..."

[member="Braith"] | [member="Bhaltair Dhimani"]

 

[Allison Willamina]

[member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="Braith"] [member="Bhaltair Dhimani"]

The heavy footfalls as Allison entered, her armor massive on her frame while the half Ren stood taller then anything. The only suit of Self Repairing Beskar'kandar they had been able to produce before she had been called in. Compared to some it still needed to be worked on with new improvements but she was looking to do that. Her attention going to the hardcased forearm pad and her palm holo while she stood there walking to meet Ijaat removing her helmet and the dark green hair in a tight ponytail as her neckguard stayed there keeping her necklace concealed before she crossed her arms looking down with the small spikes on her armor. "You asked for my sisters to come vod."