Faction Metalsmithing 101 | The Enclave

[The Quartermaster]

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Metalsmiths. Gunsmiths. Forgemasters.

Those who had labored at the forge instead of fighting on the battlefield had gone by many names throughout the centuries of endless Mandalorian conflict. They had always been a small minority who practiced a craft that was hard enough to learn, but nearly impossible to truly master. Yet, for all of its rarity, Mandalorian metalsmiths followed a tradition more hallow than anything else; for despite the many millennia of infighting, reform, and war, the metalsmiths had remained practically the same.

But when the Sith had rained fire on Mandalore, laying waste and genocide to its people, that ancient tradition was on the brink of extinction. The metalsmiths of Mandalore had begun few in number, and due to their occupation was almost all on-world during the invasion, meaning that few, if any had escaped the bloodbath that the Sith had brought down on the Mando'ade. The Quartermaster was a specimen of a dying kind, one that risked being lost to history.

But, in the darkness of defeat was always the small flicker of hope. The Clans, while broken, were not destroyed; and while much of the metalsmithing population had been lost, they were not extinct, yet.

On this particular day, the Quartermaster had decided to conduct an open tutelage for those who would be interested in learning the ways of the fire and bellows, in the ways of the forge. She sat in a sitting-kneel on a mat in front of the main forge, several trays placed in front of filled with the necessary ingots and parts to construct the weapons these new students would be creating today.

They would be starting small, yes, with only some of the blaster designs that were already produced at the Enclave by the handful of metalsmiths that remained -- for although many warriors had pinpoint accuracy when it came to aiming down the sights of a blaster barrel, that same sharpness did not seem to apply to the fine motor skills required to forge a weapon from nothing but metal and parts.

Today would start small, but the Quartermaster was confident that given time, it would give rise to a new generation of Metalsmithing Mandalorians.

Spoiler: Reward

• Whatever Enclave-rarity blaster you choose to forge.

Spoiler: Tags

Akshae Numek
Aria Nox
Aselia Verd
Caeos Prahl
Gaia Sunaris Cadera
Haastal Haran
Hinah Dragr
Isabeau
Karsan Munin
Kes Stag
Kreslin Westwind
Mig Gred
Forjund Australis
Siv Dragr
Stardust Solus Skirae
Zahim Markona
Tarre Priest
Torrack Torrackstur
Uriel Khan
Vaux Gred
Zephyr Kumaara
Zurin

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[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Forging, stardust herself had done it a few times but had never picked up the tradition itself fully. However she decided that she and her daughter Brigh Solus Skirae could use a lesson in it, her daughter wasn't as combat focused as stardust was and she figured her daughter could benefit from something more constructive rather then destructive.


It was so that stardust brought her to this lesson on roon, stardust herself wore her armor why she had her daughter wear some clothing she didn't mind getting dirty. The two entered as stardust guided her daughter to a mat before the quarter master and sat down cross-legged as she looked upon the quarter master herself. She herself never met this woman in fact it was the very first time stardust had done so

i hope you do not mind maam, that I have brought my daughter to learn this craft along side everyone else

 

[Kreslin Westwind]

Kreslin leaned against one of the walls of the room they had gathered in. Arms folded across his chest, armorweave cloak obscuring the right side of his body, and his helmet tracking constantly as more people arrived, or interacted with one another. It was not that Kreslin thought himself superior to the others, standing while the others sat before the Quartermaster, it was more a practical matter. The armorweave cloak that was part of his armor would make it difficult and awkward if he were to sit down on floor level.

He intended no disrespect, but simple practicality forced him to improvise.

He moved however when Stardust entered the room, his eyes following her briefly. He had only seen her once before, but that one occasion alone had brought more to him and his Clan than anything in the past few months. He inclined his head to her slightly, gratitude and respect driving his actions, before he turned to look back at the forge, and what was sure to come.

The Quartermaster Stardust Solus Skirae

 

[Fred Gred]

Fred slowly walked in, not sure if he should've even been there. Mig had told him about it, but to say the teen was out of his comfort zone was an understatement. He adjusted his left arm as he walked in, almost homing no one was Force sensitive. At leas no one that would ask about the arm. He looked around, trying to see if he knew anyone. He did see Brigh, but wasn't sure if speaking up would be a good time to say anything as he looked around at everyone else.

Stardust Solus Skirae The Quartermaster Kreslin Westwind

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn had previous experience on working with metal, he and Madlad did it all the time to serve their purposes for created the whackjob gadgets they use. The cathar makes his way into the room, saluting to the forge master. He was alone this time, having not brought the cursed droid. Though if people observed, they'd see the blue furred half cathar, Monari, peeking into the room, curious to see what they would make with the mythical metal. Monari, being Talohn's adopted kid, had become a common sight at the enclave, as Talohn often left her here when going on his jobs. She's a good kid, bit of a smartass for a six year old child. Upon arriving, Talohn peers about. "Is uh....Do I need to sit somewhere in specific....is there assigned seating?" He means no disrespect, but the fellow is new to mandalorian culture, very new. At least he had an understanding of actual respect, being from a warrior culture. He just wasn't sure how mandalorians conveyed respect.

Stardust Solus Skirae The Quartermaster Kreslin Westwind Fred Gred

 

[Caeos Prahl]

Caeos boots scuffed the floors of the halls as she struggled to look over the heap of tools in her arms. The cracked visor of her helmet barely casted over the worn leather bag in her arms, a nervous feeling dwelling in her gut-maybe she hadn’t needed to bring her own tools? The Enclave had proven quiet, a haven as intended but she hadn’t wanted to presume resources would be so easily provided. She had lived hand to mouth too often not to be weary, consciousness of it in fact-the days following Mandalore’s fall had been..

Caeos tried hard not dwell on the hardships, the mentors gone and past. She had remembered her apprenticeship fondly, as short lived as it was. It had been a curious discovery, a class of all things? There was a simple giddiness of working with a new smith that outweighed the struggles. The semblance of normalcy outside war where production had outweighed tradition most days. Lost to her own thoughts, she turned several corners of the halls blindly-nearly running in to brother and sisters alike. A muffled hum died as the girl appeared in the entry of the forge, her hands grasping desperately at the ripped bag as she stepped inside. She tilted her helm with respect, catching a glimpse of the Armorer as she carefully maneuvered around the growing class to find a spot to the side. The girl couldn’t help but appraise the space, far different from the forges she had passed through but she kept her curiosity to herself.

“Greetings, I am not late I hope?”

The Quartermaster Stardust Solus Skirae Kreslin Westwind Fred Gred Talohn Atar

 

[Talon Aegis]

Talon had always been curious of the work of the forge, and now had a chance to learn it. Ever since he got his beskar'gam he wondered what could forge such strong steel, over time he did eventually learn. While he knew some who could work with methadones he never truly met any Mandalorians who did it. This was an opportunity that he'd rather not pass up.

Waiting he quietly walked up and said with the respect he could muster, "I hope it is alright if I participate." Quietly waiting for his answer he peered into the room seeing what fellow Mando's he could spot.

The Quartermaster Stardust Solus Skirae Kreslin Westwind Fred Gred Talohn Atar Caeos Prahl

 

[The Quartermaster]

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Tag: Stardust Solus Skirae | Kreslin Westwind | Fred Gred | Talohn Atar | Caeos Prahl | Talon Richwood

As a number of Mandalorians began filling the room -- more than the Quartermaster could count, more than she had dared to dream answering her offer -- a small sense of pride began to swell with her. After the Collapse, her fear had been that although the Vode might survive, their metalsmithing tradition would not be as lucky. But if this many Verd were willing to at least try and follow the path.

It was a start.

Her arms were folded as she gave time for the assembled warriors to gather themselves. The Emerald Dragon mentioned that she had brought her daughter, and the Quartermaster merely nodded in return. Atar asked if there was assigned seating, but as the warriors picked and chose their workstation, the Quartermaster knew that the answer to that would be self-explanatory. She lifted her helm ever so slightly when she saw Prahl, the apprentice smith, walk into the room. "We are just about to start," the Quartermaster said, indicated with a gloved hand towards one of the empty stations near the front of the Forge.

The last to walk in was a warrior that the Quartermaster did not yet know, although his Beskar'gam meant that he was a warrior of worth. He was quiet, but the Quartermaster would not withhold the right to learn the craft of Mandalorian smithing to a stranger. "If you are of the Vode, then you are welcome here," she said with a bow and a nod towards a station.

Once everyone had settled in, she drew up and moved her crossed hands to grasp each other behind her back. "Thank you, all, for coming. This is a path that few have begun on, and even fewer see the end. But give your time, effort, and dedication to this, and you will see the fruits of your effort blossom." She indicated towards the trays in front of her, a number of neatly-arranged pallets on which various components, ingots, and materials were piled upon. "Each pallet contains the necessary components for which you will construct your weapon. Choose the weapon you want, and then bring your tray back to your station. The first step will be melting the metal that will make the casing of your weapon. Good luck."

She stepped back a pace from the table to provide more room for the Mandalorians to start and begin.
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[Caeos Prahl]

Caeos’s visor trailed after the direction the Armorer had pointed, a smile graced her lips from beneath the bucket; the warm light of the Forge reassuring. The girl shuffled down the row of work benches, mindful of the others. She hadn’t encountered many at the Forges outside the dedicated handful-it had been difficult enough once upon a time to even arrange an apprenticeship. The girl couldn’t help but steal glances at her fellows, subtle and curious of the warriors. The bag she hauled slowly slipped from her hands as she squatted down to drop it down beside the work station. She paused only to glance over her shoulder at the last warrior to enter the Forge.

A small thud could be heard from it and one ear listened to the woman. Caeos turned her attention back to her things as she dug through the haphazard collection. A quiet wince escaped the girl as her hammer fell out. She had managed not to trip on someone or drop the set before she reached the Forge by some miracle. Caeos picked up the small hammer before she slipped it onto the counter. There were a few tools she could think of off the top of her head and she tucked them aside. She had slipped a wedge of leather amongst the metal and mused over what she could use that for too. A holster maybe or strap. The girl shook her head as she reminded herself those details came last.

Smelting was one thing but she pulled out the small electrical kit, turning it over in her hands. If she blew up a powercell, at least it was in a controlled setting..this time..The girl settled at the station, hands fidgeting with her apron. Her head swiveled once as the woman invited them up, and she imagined herself racing up first but Caeos forced herself step forward with a measure of patience. She hadn’t forged anything personal since her curisass. The girl laced her fingers together as she walked down the row of pallets, a small bounce behind her step as she picked through the pallets. She wasn’t picky but a smaller project seemed most appropriate. Caeos wanted to actually finish this project and she took a double take. Selecting a set for what she could make out was a pistol. Her fingers brushed over the ingots and circuits as she dropped the tray down at her station. Her hand freezing over the liquid vial as she sorted through the other materials.

“Excuse me..,” Caeos voice rose as she read off the aurebesh “what is Liquid-Aenite?”

The Quartermaster Talon Richwood Talohn Atar Fred Gred Kreslin Westwind Stardust Solus Skirae

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She had been given a nod, stardust noddef back as she guided brigh to a work station nearby her own. A simple blaster pistol would be a good idea so star selected that as brigh decided on a short blaster rifle, brigh looked over all the tools as star grabbed her ingots and looked them over before she looked to brigh

we must make our casings as the quarter master has said. Now take your ingots and move them to the fire so we can melt them

The two moved with their infots and got them to the melter, brigh watched with great interest as star smiled down proudly

 

[Fred Gred]

Fred looked at the different pallets that the Quartermaster pointed too. So they got to choose one of these? He looked around, at them before the pistol caught his eye. It was small and light, but minus his arm Fred wasn't the strongest, and his Trayc'kad was already heavy. So the teen Mando quickly picked up the pallet and walked over to the station. It was then that he looked at the forges, and his own left arm. As long as he didn't try to bake it the mechanical replacement should've been fine.

Fred would soon pickup an ingot and place it into a forging ladle before putting the ladle straight into the furnace. Now all he had to do was give it a short wait to let the material melt through. He looked around at the others while he waited, moving his fingers to be sure the joins hadn't welded together.

The Quartermaster Stardust Solus Skirae Talon Richwood Talohn Atar Kreslin Westwind Caeos Prahl

 

[Talohn Atar]

Talohn makes his way over to look at the weapon selection. He eyes them all carefully, comparing them all to his current arsenal of weaponry. he needed something well balanced, not too light, not too heavy, preferably medium range. His eye was caught by the ENCL-16 purity. It was a decent rifle, the golden standard. Not to mention he wagered he could trick it out with his own tweaks later. Perhaps even increase the range, or upgrade it to take live rounds. But for now, he wanted to work with that sweet sweet beskar.

With the decision made, he picks up the required ingots, giving The Quartermaster a respectful nod as he does so. With his ingots found, he hurries over to the forge, and places his ingots down upon that hot surface. Now all that was needed was to wait for it to melt. For now, he turned his attention to The Quartermaster. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced. Name's Talohn Atar. I'm...sorta new here, Was only brought in recently by house verd."

The Quartermaster Stardust Solus Skirae Talon Richwood Kreslin Westwind Caeos Prahl Fred Gred