Older then dirt (Dev Thread)

[Amaethon Tzimiskes]

Twenty-some standard years before current date...

The sparks from the welding torch reflected off Tzimiskes's goggles as the Beskar scales were slowly fused together. The scales, as Tzimiskes was found of proclaiming, were unique to his armor. He had taken inspiration from a primitive planet where technology was virtually nonexistent and folks still used base melee weapons and bows. To protect against these weapons they'd made a suit, well, rather a breastplate of metal scales. Not only did this supply flexibility, it also dispersed a hit's force throughout the entire breastplate rather then the usual concentrated impact.

While their methods were primitive, (Using simple string to tie the scales together) the finished product was sound, and it allowed for easy repairs or if need be, replacing scales with say... an exoskeleton. But Tzimiskes couldn't imagine himself getting so soft as to need technology to supplement his own strength. "Your tech is like a woman," his mentor was fond of saying "she's nice to look at but can only make you weak in the long run."

Tzimiskes stopped welding and looked at the finished result. Decent, would go good with the rest of the helmet, which at the moment looked like something a medieval dark lord would use. He picked up the scales with his tongs and held it up against the rest of the helmet, (Which was held up by a stand) applying it to the desired place with his tool.

 

[Amaethon Tzimiskes]

Amethon stepped back and studied his work. It wasn't exactly an orthodox Mandalorian design, though he did take some inspiration from Neo Crusaders. While their standard stiff neck helms were usually cursed by the regular infantrymen due to its restrictiveness they didn't complain when they didn't get whiplash from the force of a blaster cannon. Amethon was trying to find a niche in between this and maneuverability, so he'd give it a looser neck brace, (Attached to the armor, not the helmet itself) so he'd still be able to move his head somewhat.

But first he'd have to add the outer plating so it wouldn't be so viscous looking. He took a plate of Beskar and held it close to the helmet. He moved the plasma torch up and down it, making it just soft enough to be molded to fit the helm. He repeated this until all but the visor was added. This would be a bit more tricky. He'd have to weld it on without damaging the tech; a floodlight, a comm-link aim assist and night vision systems,, he'd put in it. He carefully traced the tool along the intersection of the helmet and the visor, easing it along with all the precision he could muster.

Finished, he used his work gloves to lift up the helmet and give it a look over. Unique, but not nonuniform, exotic, but not alien, just the kind of helm Amethon would like to go into battle with. But a helm isn't as imperative as a suit of armor, and that was just what he'd have to attend to. He sat the helmet down and walked over to a worktable where the necessary equipment and materials were placed.

Now was when it would get difficult.