Miss Blonde
Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
With the beskar in hand Miss Blonde and her customer were on a small back water world known as Relovian, and despite it being located in Wild Space the planet was rather developed bursting with full cities, islands, and mountain villages, it was a small perfect world outside of any prying eyes and the perfect place for her to start the crafting process on the armor with the beskar smith Tony Benetta, a rather old and angry Hapan ex Mandalorian woman who liked her alcohol and other illegal substances very much.
As for Miss Blonde she had changed out of her armor and was now wearing her forging gear that consisted of a heavy thick coat, pants, boots, and a welding mask to keep her face covered from the Jedi. After all he was still a Jedi and the less he knew where he was getting the armor from, the better. The whole criminal element of things.
But when the two stepped into the workshop Nikias would be able to see the woman out of her armor, and just how short she was. With the added push of the boot she was an even five feet tall and he'd be able to tell out of those boots she'd be an inch shorter. But regardless of these heights the woman was a skilled craftsman and she was wheeling up the beskar ingots that were set and ready to go.
"Tony, this is Nik, Nik this is Tony." The woman said to the Hapan woman with a nod.
"Howdy, so what do you want? Heavy, medium, or light?" the woman asked Nik.
[member="Nikias"]
As for Miss Blonde she had changed out of her armor and was now wearing her forging gear that consisted of a heavy thick coat, pants, boots, and a welding mask to keep her face covered from the Jedi. After all he was still a Jedi and the less he knew where he was getting the armor from, the better. The whole criminal element of things.
But when the two stepped into the workshop Nikias would be able to see the woman out of her armor, and just how short she was. With the added push of the boot she was an even five feet tall and he'd be able to tell out of those boots she'd be an inch shorter. But regardless of these heights the woman was a skilled craftsman and she was wheeling up the beskar ingots that were set and ready to go.
"Tony, this is Nik, Nik this is Tony." The woman said to the Hapan woman with a nod.
"Howdy, so what do you want? Heavy, medium, or light?" the woman asked Nik.
[member="Nikias"]