Brent brought in his gauntlets and gave them to Logan to look at to see if he could just reinforce them Beskar. Logan looked them over before giving his verdict, “I could reinforce them yes, but it wouldn’t be nearly as strong as beskar forged gauntlets, and the modifications that I would have to make to put the blades in these gauntlets would render the technical reading in your left gauntlet useless. Our best bet is to just forge brand new gauntlets and then add the stuff as we make them.”
“Well you are the expert in this field not me. Can we add an interface on the gauntlet that will link up with the helmet just in case I slave a weapon to the armor?” Brent asked.
“Yes, it’ll be hard but we can do it, I’ll take the system out of this armor that you have and implement it into the gauntlets I am building. Watch and learn my friend,” Logan said as he began to work.
Logan began with the beskar ore he had, he smelted it and dumped it into a basin that once cooled they would be sheets of beskar. Logan made Brent put on a durable glove that would protect his hand from the metal and heat, and he placed a mold over his forearm and began to get a mold form in the shape of Brent’s body.
He did that with his forearm and then his hand and finally fingers as he made each piece of armor uniquely fitted to Brent himself. He did that with one side and then the other, the hot metal behind Logan filling the air with an arid smell as Logan did his work. He then did something that Brent had no knowledge of, he did something to the Beskar that later Brent would find out Micronized it and gave the wearer its strength. After the micronized Beskar was forged, he roughly shaped out the gauntlets and then hollowed out a piece of the gauntlets where he would put the hidden beskar blades laced with cortosis. He forged the blades next, hammering out their shape in a rhythm and unique way that Brent knew none other than beskar smiths themselves knew how to do.
The cortosis laced blade he put into the gauntlets attached to some contraption that could spring out on contact and be retracted into the gauntlets.
With the palms of the gauntlets he also put cortosis into them. If Brent was too come into contact with a lightsaber that wasn’t protected from cortosis then it would short circuit. The gauntlets themselves were coming along marvelous, and the hide he used was rough and bumpy, but very durable Brent could tell just by looking at them.
“What is the leather you used?” Brent asked.
“Zakkeg hide, from the moon of Dxun,” Logan replied with a smile and gleam in his eye.
Brent would have to look a Zakkeg up when he got the chance, he had no memory of the beast or hearing anything of it.
It took a long time, but the gauntlets were nearing completion when Logan implemented the electronics in it and linked the circuits up with the rest of Brent’s armor. When everything was finally said and done he held up the gauntlets and gave them to Brent to try on.
Brent took them and tried them on. They fit into his hands perfectly, and he could feel the strength of them. He walked outside and grabbed a large stone in his hands and used his newly forged gauntlets to see what they were capable of. It took little effort for the rock to shatter into pieces in his hands and Brent smiled with satisfaction.
“The blades are linked into your armor’s systems already, all you have to do is give the command verbally or through your armor’s HUD and the blades will spring forth. Or you can do it manually here,” Logan said as he showed him a button on the side of his wrists of both gauntlets, “This will spring the blade out of the armor, and to put it back you just have to push them against something and they will retract.”
“I can never thank you enough my friend, this might just keep me alive.” Brent told Logan.
“I’ll take the cortosis and your thanks Brent, that’s always been enough for me.”
“You can have that and this my friend,” Brent said and handed over thirty thousand credits to Logan.
Logans eye widened and he reached out and took the money, “I would try to argue, but I know what you would do. So I will settle with just a thank you.”
Brent put his hands on Logan’s shoulders and looked him in the eye, “No my friend, thank you.”