Jaxton Ravos
Mindwalker of the Outer Rim
Jaxton wasn't generally in a "tech" mindset, believing that one should better their skill in the Force rather than the effectiveness of their technology, but times had changed and Jaxton had found that his normal "T-Shirt and Lightsaber" equipment just hadn't been holding up well lately. Determined to rectify this a bit he set course for the planet of Mandalore, hoping to find some of the toughest stuff around, Mandalorian Iron. Or at least, that's what he'd heard. He hadn't dealt with the stuff himself. That was a probably a blessing, as Mandalorians were fierce combatants, and Jaxton held no ill will towards them. Best be polite and make sure they held no ill will towards him either.
Walking into a weaponsmith's shop, hopefully a good one's like say [member="Ijaat Akun"], he headed up and gazed upon the diplays of beautifully crafted swords, knives, hammers, axes, glaives, and a bunch of other melee weaponry. Someone was hard at work, and was very good at their jobs. Heading to the counter he got the attention of the shopkeeper, perhaps the smith, and started conversation.
"Hey, what is your policy on special orders?" He asked. There was a lightsaber displayed clearly on his hip and a backpack on his, well, back, but his demeanor and clothing would suggest an average spacer that just happened to have a lightsaber rather than a Sith or even a Jedi. His name and face weren't nearly as well-known as they used to be, a fact he was admittedly happy about, but there was a chance the Mandalorian might have recognized him as a former Jedi Master from back before the original Sith Empire was defeated. He was hoping not though. He preferred to conduct business as a man, not as a title.
Walking into a weaponsmith's shop, hopefully a good one's like say [member="Ijaat Akun"], he headed up and gazed upon the diplays of beautifully crafted swords, knives, hammers, axes, glaives, and a bunch of other melee weaponry. Someone was hard at work, and was very good at their jobs. Heading to the counter he got the attention of the shopkeeper, perhaps the smith, and started conversation.
"Hey, what is your policy on special orders?" He asked. There was a lightsaber displayed clearly on his hip and a backpack on his, well, back, but his demeanor and clothing would suggest an average spacer that just happened to have a lightsaber rather than a Sith or even a Jedi. His name and face weren't nearly as well-known as they used to be, a fact he was admittedly happy about, but there was a chance the Mandalorian might have recognized him as a former Jedi Master from back before the original Sith Empire was defeated. He was hoping not though. He preferred to conduct business as a man, not as a title.