Laira Darkhold
Well-Known Member
Echoy'la. Once it was a Mandalorian colony, now the thriving capital of the Mandalorian Empire. The single solitary moon that held Beskar ore was now the home of Isley's splinter cell of Mandalorians, carving out their own empire among the stars. Draco suspected they would come into conflict with the United Clans soon enough. He wasn't sure when, he wasn't sure why, but he suspected it was looming on the horizon. Draco however swore an oath, and did not take such an act lightly. Agreements, promises, treaties. These could be broken like dry leaves under a boot, and often were. Oaths were not so easily severed, like Beskar chains binding a soul to their word.
Why Isley had saw fit to create the Mandalorian Empire, Draco didn't know. But until they were confirmed as enemies of the United Clans, Draco could only see his old friend from the Union. And that was why he had come. To help out an old friend with and see about what the future held. His ship berthed in a public docking bay, the Commander made his way through the people. Behind him trailed a pair of large droids, cargo haulers, carrying crates of equipment.
While seemingly mundane, the equipment within the crates was anything but. A set of Beskarsmithing tools and crafting utensils, a heavy beskar hammer with wroshyr wood handle, and several other things held in boxes lined with Force Nullification Resin. If he was going to be doing anything for the old warrior, he would need all the help he could garner, and here, without a Force Nexus to call upon for aid, he required other gifts and artifacts to make up for the lack of Force power and energy.
While Draco was a skilled smith, even considered a master by some if not himself, Draco lacked in the arts of Alchemy and Force Imbuement. He had studied Holocrons from ancient Sith Lords, visited the ruins of Vur Tepe, and been showed the ropes by very skilled Alchemists, he himself relied on brute force to do what needed to be done, lacking the finer skills, though he was slowly getting better. Practice makes perfect as they say.
[member="Kadala Skirata"] | [member="Isley Verd"]
Why Isley had saw fit to create the Mandalorian Empire, Draco didn't know. But until they were confirmed as enemies of the United Clans, Draco could only see his old friend from the Union. And that was why he had come. To help out an old friend with and see about what the future held. His ship berthed in a public docking bay, the Commander made his way through the people. Behind him trailed a pair of large droids, cargo haulers, carrying crates of equipment.
While seemingly mundane, the equipment within the crates was anything but. A set of Beskarsmithing tools and crafting utensils, a heavy beskar hammer with wroshyr wood handle, and several other things held in boxes lined with Force Nullification Resin. If he was going to be doing anything for the old warrior, he would need all the help he could garner, and here, without a Force Nexus to call upon for aid, he required other gifts and artifacts to make up for the lack of Force power and energy.
While Draco was a skilled smith, even considered a master by some if not himself, Draco lacked in the arts of Alchemy and Force Imbuement. He had studied Holocrons from ancient Sith Lords, visited the ruins of Vur Tepe, and been showed the ropes by very skilled Alchemists, he himself relied on brute force to do what needed to be done, lacking the finer skills, though he was slowly getting better. Practice makes perfect as they say.
[member="Kadala Skirata"] | [member="Isley Verd"]