Jai'galaar

Vera looks up from the sheet of metal she was welding. Even though she had provided a bit of the inspiration, and could easily be overseeing the project, she wished to help build the thing with her own two hands. Every time she saw the ship just a little more put together her eyes would sparkle that much brighter. That was hers, she had done that. For generations to come, her name would be remembered in this ship. But now she was worried of the 'talking to' she was about the receive. She imagined it would be similar to the ones she'd get on the farm, when she'd go out stargazing instead of watering the such-and-such or feeding the whatever. But all the same when she lifted the welders mask it reveiled her sparkling eyes and smile. Also likely one of the first times Galaar had seen her out of her beskar'gam, he'd notice her youth and the muscular body only able to be forged by being an only child on a farm.

You bet I am! Imagine all the work she will do for the Protectors! And I get to help make it! She seemed to suddenly realize she was speaking to her Clan Leader. Quickly she tried to wipe off her face to seem more presentable. This had the opposite effect as her hands were filthy. But she didn't seem to notice and snapped a quick salute. I'm sorry I've been cutting out of drills early. I just gotta see this done. Ya know?

Vera gave a sheepish laugh at the Aliit'ator's comment about double time. But her eyes once more turned to the hulk of metal.

The lead engineers say it she's already space worthy. Just getting some finishing touches. Shouldn't be more than a couple days before she's ready. Then the Protectors will get their favorite punching bag back full time. She gave another soft laugh. Was their anything else I could do to help you, Sir?

Vera blushed as Galaar complimented her. She was proud of her father, and was glad others saw the influence he had on her. And she nodded, affirming her commitment to the Protectors.

I'll be ready, don't you worry. While this ship is an amazing project, I'm still a Protector first. Though with the connections and skills I've learned will also hopefully help the Protectors. And even though I'm still new, I'm ready to face any challenge you have for me!

There were several Mandalorians, in a chrome-colored armor, with green cloth beneath the armor. It wasn't true beskar, but the metal worked fine for Journeyman Protectors. However, the one individual, that stood out, due to his red-brown honor sash around his waist was suited in the Mandalorian iron. Typical of officers to be granted the privilege. The officer nods to his men who approached the Coalition delegation. The officer turned and pointed to a skiff.

=Journeyman Protector=
Come.

That was all the Mandalorian said before heading that way.

*Jasper groaned as he regained consciousness. He blinked blurry eyes, his voice croaking out a question.*

“W-where am I?”

*Jasper nodded weakly and made himself more comfortable. Feeling relieved that they would relay his message, the teen breathed a sigh of relief. Now he needed to focus on getting better so that he could meet with Galaar in the near future.*

“Th-thanks…”

*He gave the journeymen a small smile with heartfelt gratitude shining in his eyes.*

Behind his his large, opaque goggles, Ga'ab raised his eyebrow at the approaching skiff and, in his opinion, the unusually high number of T-visored Mandalorians that road atop it. He could almost feel Rygal's brow furrow as the Skiff came to a stop and the Mandos disembarked. "Easy, boys." Advised Ga'ab in a hushed tone. Rygal whose dark eyes were already scanning the area, imperceptibly looking for escape routes. "I don't like this.." There was a soft click from Rygal's carbine as he turned off the safety. For their part, the Gamorrean boars simply puffed up their chests which paradoxically made them larger targets. "Oh no you don't," Ga'ab whispered harshly back to his Ryn friend. "I wanted to avoid Mandalorian space. You're the one who insisted we go to them for armament. We're here. No use getting your tail twisted over it now."

Ga'ab stepped forward to meet the principle Mandalorian and his retainers. "Well well well,  Chieftain, armorer, conversationalist.. And I was worried that we wouldn't have enough time to see all of Concord Dawn's sights, and here we've ticked three off the tourist list." Rygal, shot Ga'ab at an irritated look before speaking directly to Fett. "We're looking to outfit a small militia with the firepower that'll give raide.." Ga'ab put a hand on his friend's shoulder before cutting him off. "But that's a bit below your pay grade ehh Allitor? Now I came here looking for a weapon-smith to custom make me a pair of your Westar-35 blaster pistols, with some slight modifications. I've got my design notes here." As he finished speaking he produced a flimsiplast document. 


The flimsiplast had a series of poorly drawn illustrations and accompanying annotations that described a custom-blaster pistol capable of firing short-brutal bursts of high intensity blaster-fire at short range. There was a note to include a second trigger for the middle-finger to increase fire-rate with allowances for increases in the weight and size of the pistols to compensate for their ability to ideally melt metal and personal shields in a single withering flurry of destruction. Perhaps the most interesting modification however was a hair-brained scheme to mimic a jedi's ability to call objects to their hands. Specifically, there was a request that the pistols somehow be magnetized and controlled via additionally designed gauntlets that can summon the pistols to the user's hands from their holsters or from up to several meters away.