Tor's Beskar

[Titan]

Time was changing, and Tor knew it, it was time to prepare. He must make his armor, it was the only way for him to become a true Mandalorian. Going over his father's notes ,or saw that he would need roughly 30 pounds of Beskar, Well that will be expensive he thought. A basic Mandalorian Armor Template, that still needed to be cut out, That should be easier to get. and the tools tp carve out the armor and the template. I already have those. He told while looking over at his work table in his ship.

 

[Titan]

Tor approached the mine with apprehension on his face; This looks ancient and about to collapse he thinks the last comment as almost an afterthought. I better get in and get out as fast as I can. But on the bright side, I didn't have to pay about a million credits a pound for the Beskar. Tor enters the mine and flicks the lights on his "borrowed" space suit on. Looking for any leftover mining machines. He finds one and goes over to it, the machine is in a state of complete disrepair. I guess I should have known that luckily I brought my tool kit. After spendind a few days on the astroid, spending his time fixing up the mine and machine. Once he is done he spends about the next 2 weeks steadily mining out the Beskar. Finally, I can get that template now. he thinks as he leaves the mine for the last time.

 

[Titan]

Tor entered the storehouse, "I need a template, preferably a good one." He told the workers, "And preferably now!" Idiots, come on, I need this ASAP.

"No." Replied what seemed to be the head worker, a Zabrak male, covered with tattoos.

"I don't think you understad, it wasn't a request." Tor told the worker, while pulling out his pistols, Really wish I knew how to use my glowy stick.

"We didn't think it was." Intoned the labourer.

"To bad, then you get shot." Tor replied. Then he shot the Zabrak through the head, flicked the switch to auto and shot all the other workers.

 

[Titan]

Tor realised that it might be for the best of he removed the security footage of him shooting the smiths, so he found the security room, hooked up his datapad, and wiped the entire consule, then shut it down. Tor walked into the backroom, seeing the thousands of pounds of metal products he thought I really hope there is a directory. After spendind hours searching, grabbing a few pieces of metal and other things all the time, Tor found a template that would fit him.

 

[Titan]

Tor took off, after recieving the call from Mand'alor, telling him to come to Mygetto, and once he entered hyperspace, strated carving the solid template out. By the time the alarm, that told him when he was coming out of hyperspace, blared, He was done carving it out. This better be worth the break from working on my armour. But after this I might be able to visit a war forge and smelt my Beskar. Tor thought when he landed seeing Mand'alor before him.Though they said they could teach me how to use my lightsaber. So it can't be all bad. He reasoned. "I'm here Mand'alor, the Empire must prospering. if you're willing to come all the way out here."

 

[Titan]

After receiving the message from his brother, Tor walked into his ship and grabbed enough Beskar'Gam for a single saber hilt before sending it through star-mail to Tel on Serreno. Shame to see that Beskar going to waste he thinks.