He sat in a grease caked, black mottled wife beater straddling a stool. Half bent over the disheveled plates of armor, he shifted them this way and that, testing the weight distribution to coverage ratio, the density of the metal, and position. How it would sit on the mantle of its owner at the end of the process meant everything. With that taken into consideration, his job became that much harder.
How do you implement after-market tools and weapons on an armor that was already made and balanced without them? Simple- you started cutting and adding on parts until it leveled out. Simple in theory anyway. The veteran Verd cursed to himself over the wrench clenched between his teeth, perspiration beaded on his brow. Concentration was the worst part of the job.
Being on Confederate time was one thing. The pay was decent, kitting out armor for non-Mandos was far easier than doing it for proper Beskar'gam. His issue came in with the volume of orders, rather than the difficulty. There were absolutely more of them than there were his people and their refugees.
To make things worse, the doors stayed open until after dusk. If another order came in, or a smiling face, he was likely to take a break to swing.
Or at least, to get properly drunk.
How do you implement after-market tools and weapons on an armor that was already made and balanced without them? Simple- you started cutting and adding on parts until it leveled out. Simple in theory anyway. The veteran Verd cursed to himself over the wrench clenched between his teeth, perspiration beaded on his brow. Concentration was the worst part of the job.
Being on Confederate time was one thing. The pay was decent, kitting out armor for non-Mandos was far easier than doing it for proper Beskar'gam. His issue came in with the volume of orders, rather than the difficulty. There were absolutely more of them than there were his people and their refugees.
To make things worse, the doors stayed open until after dusk. If another order came in, or a smiling face, he was likely to take a break to swing.
Or at least, to get properly drunk.