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[Rygen storyteller]

Like the breastplate, Tony beat the ingots out into long workable strips, then foraged them into flat plates. She stopped and re-calibrated the hammer, changing it and the anvil to a curve to accommodate for the change of shape to protect the shoulders. Using her tongs, Tony carefully curved each. Her eye, trained by decades of experience, was the eye of a master as it gauged the curve, working the red-hot beskar into a perfect edge. But she was no amateur and was not one to waste beskar, even if it was wasted by people as self-righteous as the Mandolorians. Tony measured it, it was perfect.

The armor smith set the plate in the tempering machine, drawing the breastplate out and letting it rest. Satisfied, she repeated the process, and replaced it in the tempering machine. A series of small plates were made for the gloves. A single ingot was beaten flat with a series of strokes, then placed into the tempering machine in bulk. One was completed for each digit of each finger, three for a finger, making fifteen a hand, thirty total. With the added back hand plate for each glove she made thirty two pieces, using sixteen ingots total for the gloves alone.

The helmet she made a process that was somewhat similar to the pauldrons. The ingots were beaten into long strips, joined together into a single plate, then beaten into a curve along the grade of the helmet. It was a long and complex process that took patience and diligence. But Tony was a professional if ever there was one. After several hours it was complete. Setting it in the tempering machine at last, she let the final part work its way to perfection. Now it was time to turn her attention to the underlay. Or rather, her droid's attention. Tony needed a moment to catch her breath. She wasn't as young as she used to be.

[member="Dominik Borra"]

 

[Dominik Borra]

Dominik made his rounds, finding nothing. That was good. You couldn't be too careful, and he was bored. Lot's of waiting. He went back inside, leaning against the wall and watching the door. Nothing else to do but to watch.

 

[Rygen storyteller]

Tony set her droid humming to life, without a word the JW repair droid looked at the design and got to work on the underlay mesh. She watched as its servos moved with calculated discipline and timing to measure and cut the underlay mesh. I was going to be a body glove without equal, one that would fit her client's form snugly. It was a droid's work; precise and full of numbers with little room for error.

Meanwhile she looked to incorperating the Crush gaunts into the hands. She kept these on hand because she wasn't about to waste her time making something so trivial herself. A few welds and the beskar plates she had made were a full part of the gauntlets. She handed them over to her JW, who went to work adding it into the underlay. Nodding, she added the refining touches to her work on the beskar plates; adding attachment clips and necessary last-minute touches. When she was done, she handed each to JW to incorporate as well. He was a handy little worker, whoever had made him was brilliant.

Lastly she added the electronic bits to the helmet and the electromagnets to the new magboots. Done. At last. She sat up and stretched her back. All in a day's work. A half our later the JW had finished the last bits of the armor incorporation and was packing it up.

Tony reached on the nearby work bench to grab a deathstick to smoke. She needed it. Badly.

[member="Dominik Borra"]

 

[Dominik Borra]

Dominik saw her grab a deathstick, and rolled his eyes inside his helmet. Why was everyone so into smoking? Maybe it was just his soldier boy training... But he didn't want to participate in those activities. He hardly even drank alcohol. He kept watch at the door. This was taking a while, but he expected it to take.. well, days to heat up beskar. But now he realized that it didn't take longer than normal metal.

 

[Rygen storyteller]

Tony began letting her droid carry the bulky and heavy armor on its pallet to her client. She nodded to him, her deathstick giving her sweet relief. Four million. That would buy a lot of drugs and booze. She was satisfied, it was all in a day's work.

She gave the man a cynical look, 'You gonna sit there and fething stare your bloody eyeballs out or you gonna take your chitty tin toys and get the feth off my property?"

She was wonderful person, wasn't she?

[member="Dominik Borra"]

 

[Dominik Borra]

He got up from the wall and took the armor, glaring at Tony. His hand just itched to reach for his gun at his side. He took a deep breath, then let it go. "If I was still with the Sith, I would shoot your drug filled body right now and take back my money. Thank James and Kay that I'm trying to change." He looked the armor over real fast, then nodded and moved to the door. "Have fun blowing that four mil into smoke and shoving it down your throat. Waster." He left through the door. If she wanted to be a terrible person, he could be mean back.