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[Zaiden Dean]

Jamila threw her hands down to the sides, brushing the frontal tail of her skirt forward where she could draw Lust and Sin from their holsters against the innermost of her thighs. Simultaneously she lunged into action, charging to the side, facing the same direction as previous however. With the dual hand cannons in hand, clips full, she began firing .50 cal incendiary rounds, watching as they slammed into the bodies of the battle droids.

She was in potential trouble, but was not worried, for zero lack of confidence in herself. One droid, two, three, they continued to fall one after another. When the clips emptied themselves of their rounds, she pressed a thumb to the release mechanism while lurching into a combat dive. While returning to her feet, she slipped the butts under the rear tail of her skirt, against the protruding fresh clips found there.

Drawing them free, the clack of rounds chambering once more sent her into action again. Jumping backwards high into the air, she felled the last of her opponents. Landing mid slide, she blew the smoking residue from the tips of the barrels. Upon which she muttered, "Need more ammo capacity, and faster firing."

...:::Later:::…​

Midst the factories of Merr-Sonn, Jamila worked from memory to smelt tin into products so as to make new pistols, similar in nature to the ones she already possessed, but much more useful.

[member="Rusty"] (didn't know whom to tag, character wise, and figured you could just have your character have received word she was looking for assistance with gun mods or something)

 

[Zaiden Dean]

A hammer feel repeatedly behind her, but Jamila hardly noticed as she watched pitch white flames as they licked at the melting bar of Durasteel. She had learned quite a bit from her Alor and now hoped to replicate what she had seen. With the time passed, she had also come to realize what she had believed to be generic Alchemy done to Lust and Sim, was actually a neutral form, hence usage of altering chemicals.

"Miss Elahad, your father asked me to visit you, to see if you will need any assistance?" Came a voice over her shoulder, turning to observe the speaker, she garnered it was her father's second: Terrence Bozeman. The man was quite handsome, in an odd elderly fashion.

"I will in the long run. Currently I am making a first draft, if you will, for the company to base a next generation off of." Jamila replied, offering a brief smile before turning her gaze once more toward her work. The bar was almost amply heated by this point, but she knew it would need more. Were this a sword being made, the requirement would be a hammer and not a mold. But luckily this was a gun, which would require several parts, thus molds needed.

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Hands went into gloves, where fingers wiggled to measure if they were snugly in place, then she reached into the furnace. Gripping the molten container loosely, she pulled it free then turned and poured it into a mold. She next began to add the previously mixed liquids, of which she had asked her Alor for explanation. There was little to know other than mixing of properties, while imbued with the Force to gain the yearned for result.

She was no master, of Alchemy, Alkahest, or other imbuing styles. But Damien was, of several, so with his written explanation she had no fear that she could do it properly. At each mold she poured, stirred using her telekinetic abilities, then moved on. The process would he during the cooling, making it so that the tin would come out as hard as Songster - potentially. There was always room for mistakes, where in it simply wasn't able to reach the effect.

"So, Miss Elahad, may I see the already crafted personal Cannons you own? I understand you named them Lust and Sin?" Terrence asked politely.

"No, Damien did, it was his only requirement for payment." She said as she gripped the butt of Sin on her right hip, lifting it in a quick flick and showy flash of skills, she held it out to be examined.

 

[Zaiden Dean]

As Terrence hefted the weight, he arched a brow, "This is... well the craftsmanship is beyond impeccable, as to be expected of the Master Craftsman... but the idea? A grand thing. I can... sense... Uller bone?" He arched a brow as he studied, and she paused her works, sharply looking at the man, "Don't tell Valashu, I have been getting some training." He said having obviously noted her intent stare, "Plus the majority of this is neutral... no by the Gods, it is all isn't it?" Terrence asked, both brows now raised high as they were able.

"No, though he could have done that he says. Alor has knowledge of several variants when it comes to Imbuement. He knows neutral, true neutral imbuement as well as some Jal Shey, and of course the entirety of all major alchemists of the darkside. I understand he seeks to learn light side imbuing, to balance himself, and mark himself as the best craftsman to exist. He once said to my father that he couldn't ever be better than Rave Merrill when it comes tk alchemy, however he could hope to be the best craftsman in general."

"Yes, his goals of superiority. Never have understood it." Terrence murmured, then sighed as he compressed the release mechanism for the clip. Eyeing the massive bullets contained inside, he reinserted it before asking with a glance if he could shoot the gun.

She nodded her consent as she finished adding the liquids to the molds, sitting on her haunches as she waited for them to cool. She could do an ice bath, let them finish as quick as able, but she had not seen Damien do this until the last few minutes. So with that in mind she would replicate even that step.

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Terrence stepped away a moment, speaking into a comlink, "Yeah, I'm with her. She seems to be working great by herself... no, I want to.... ok but, man you gotta hear... alright, Val. I will." He said then stepped back, letting the comlink slip into his pockets before his arms crossed against his chest, "Your father can be as stubborn as they come, I am sure you are aware." A sigh escaped his lips before he let his body gently lean over against a near wall.

Jamila outright laughed, a hearty swell that cascaded slowly from chest to lips, "Yeah, that's him alright. I think I get that from him. I'm told I don't take no for an answer. Ever." Her eyes were focused on the cooling metal while the words were spoken, then she glanced at Terrence, "So, tell me, what led you to work for my dad? I know you guys have become real close, but what caused that?"

"I was working for the last owners of Merr-Sonn, and for whatever reason when Val bought them out, he chose me as his second. Maybe because I was in charge of so much of the day to day before. I don't really know. That led to him having a good person to use, I guess." Terrence said, shrugging loosely, "Not to say that he literally has used me, I am treated beyond well, with a lot of perks. Since then though we just fell into this friendship."

"Weren't you going to shoot that?"