Xeonon Solomon
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Oct 17, 2013 16:06:26 GMT -8
Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 17, 2013 16:06:26 GMT -8
Located deep beneath the building the forges took up a large portion of a floor. Inside the room was 20 feet high, and an open room feel to it. Inside though there were three separate types of forges. Your typical coal forge for the more experienced people, a gas forge for those still learning and a finery forge. The lighting was poor and the air felt heavy from all the smoke. The biggest difference from the rest of the building, was the heat. Whereas most places were 20 degrees the air was closer to 50 in here. Along the walls and roof hung tools needed for the job as well as half finished works, prototypes and examples of what is needed to do. Commanly found in this room was Finnick the elderly Master Armourer.
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Panno
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Oct 17, 2013 16:52:18 GMT -8
Post by Panno on Oct 17, 2013 16:52:18 GMT -8
Pan walked into the forges, his non seeing eyes zooming in instantly on the area where the clanging was coming from. With the use of the force he saw Finnick with a hammer in front of an anvil hammering away at a grey object. Knowing what it took to bend the metal it was safe to assume that it was hot, red hot. Without looking up from his work Finnick spoke. You're late. Never one for words the red head continued to hammer away shaping the metal, molding it with expertly aimed strikes. After a while the metal began to take shape of a pauldron.
Of course Panno was not paying him much attention, he was to busy changing into the heavy clothes he needed to keep his body safe. Thick fire proof clothing, thicker gloves and a apron he stood just as the master threw the metal into the water. He could hear the water sizzling as the heat turned the water to steam. Standing in front of Finnick he looked into the mans eyes.
Now that you are finally here we can begin. Yesterday we worked on the gas forge getting you used to the different heats and what is used for each metal. We are going to do something easy today. Of course easy was subjective, and a smile cracked onto Finnicks face. Today we are making chainmail. Now before you groan, don't. It may not be of any use but it teaches you patience and I already have half the job done for you. Using the force Finnick floated three crates full of rings towards Pan.
Catching the rings in the air Panno went to a table set aside in the corner and set the boxes down. Opening one he was greeted with a sight of thousands of rings glistening even in the poor light. Almuminum. Panno recognized it both from the way it looked and because it was not terribly heavy. Taking out five of the rings he put four of them inside of the fifth. Using a pair of pliers he closed the middle one. Repeating this process three times he began to create a chain. Interlocking the rings it began to take shape, slowly. Already his hands hurt, this was tedious work and why do this when he had the force?
Reaching out with the force he got thirty times the work done in seconds. He was about to do more when his teacher appeared at his shoulder. Grabbing his arm he shook his head. No. Taking shortcuts is not acceptable in my forge. You do everything by hand or you leave. Now.
Anger flared up inside him for a moment. He had seen Finnick use the force hundred of times since his apprenticeship at the forges. He was about to say something but he held his tounge. This was his master now, he had to do what he said. Defeated he went back to his work. Attaching the rings his mans drifted. He was no longer in the forges. Nor was he on Aaragu. He was back on Prakith, during the battle. Part of him knew he wasn't there but this was one hell of a daydream. He was in his mind ducking and weaving, slashing and stabbing. Dodging death everywhich way. A thick layer of blood was at his feet flowing from the pile of bodies just in front of him. It was already creating a wall but it didn't matter.
He was tired when out of nowhere a hand slashed out, aiming right for him. This was when the person beside him cut it off and saved his life. He could never repay the man, at least until he did a moment later. Things were hopeless there were just to many and they could not defeat them. Around him he could hear the creaming of men being dragged away, before being silenced for good. He could feel the heat of blaster bolts as they passed past by his head into the oncoming hoard.
As suddenly as it had happened he was back in the forge. His fingers sore, his hands even more so. How much time had passed he didn't know, but in front of him was a almost complete set of armour. He was just finishing up a sleeve and a few minutes more. Waving Finnick down he waited for him to come. The elder knight picked up the armour and inspected it. Grunting he placed it back down. Not bad. You have a few weak spots but you'll get it right next time.
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Panno
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Oct 28, 2013 11:22:19 GMT -8
Post by Panno on Oct 28, 2013 11:22:19 GMT -8
Inside the chambers Panno was hard at work, his repto-mammalian body drenched in sweat. Gone were the days of him wearing a smock and other things. Now he worked bare chested, every hammer swing you could see the muscles tensing and releasing. One of the many rules of his Master Finnick. No using the force in my forge. The Drssellian mumbled under his breath as he swung the hammer down one final time. Pleased with how the codpiece had worked out he gripped it with some tongs and placed it into a bucket of water. The steam filling up the room even more, making it hotter and more hostile. Placing it beside the rest of the armour he had made he looked up and awaited judgment.
Finnick who had been watching the knight forge stood up from his desk. Standing over the armour before him he looked down on it was a trained eye. Ever since he had started out as a Armourer he had been looking for someone that would one day take his place. This young knight although odd compared to the others had surpassed even his own expectations. Picking up the right greave he twirled it in his hand. Testing it's weight he finally put it on his wrist. Nodding at Panno he smiled and reached for his blade.
The aspiring smith stood there and watched. Beads of sweat starting to trickle down his back. Stress sweat. This was the hardest part of it all, the gauntlet. All Imperial Knights worse special ones that were made of a purified Cortosis, best in the galaxy. The old man was putting his wrist in danger, and Panno doubted himself. What if he had made it incorrectly? What if he was about to lose his hand. Resisting the urge to reach out and stop Finnick from proceeding he watched in fear as the blade hit the metal. For a split second nothing happened, then the silver blade snapped off. Thanking the gods he let exhaled a breath he wasn't aware he had been holding.
The rest of the exam was simple, he simply put the metal through the usual beatings. Blaster fire, lightsaber strikes and various forms of physical stressors. It survived all of it, a little worse for wear but had there been a person behind the suit they would had lived to tell the tale. Smiling he felt proud, today he was no longer just to watch. Today he would now be allowed to create, to form. To save lives.
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Panno
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Oct 30, 2013 12:38:56 GMT -8
Post by Panno on Oct 30, 2013 12:38:56 GMT -8
Forging a sword
Panno pushed the door open to the forges, although he had come in early and everything was off the place was still hot. All that residual heat from working with the metal and fire, the hot air pushing the cooler air away he walked in. By the gods it's hot in here! Stripping down Panno took off his armour, undershirt, cloak and even pants. Standing there for a moment he let the warmth flood through him, wake him up and just evolop him in it's grasp. Finally putting on some pants he reached over for a pair of gloves.
His reason for being here today? He wanted a sword. In days gone by they had been the weapon of choice, the guns followed by lightsabers and finally blasters. Like those people of old he went and got the metals himself. The stabbing edge made of a durasteel mixed with purified Cortosis. The hilt made of more durasteel wrapped in rubber. The pommel forged and inlayed with a Dragite crystal. This was to be a weapon forged for the sole reason of striking fear into the hearts of enemies of the Empire
Walking over to the molds Panno set them aside for later, going to the smelting pots he placed to two metals into separate smelting pots. Each metal having different qualities particularly melting points he did not want to mix them just yet. Placing them into the oven he walked over to the lung and began the long task of blowing air onto the coal. Careful to regulate just how much went into the oven. Cortosis was far more Finnicky to work with than most people thought, it took a trained person to create it and remove much of it's imperfections.
Several hours later.
Leaving the billows for a moment Panno grabbed a pair of tongs and grabbed the Cortosis. Pouring some of his extra force energy into the molten pool he further removed the imperfections. The energy would cause the metal to create a lattice work strengthing the metal when cooled. However he never gave it the chance and he poured it into the other pot. Still hot the two metals mixed together swirling them together creating a new stronger alloy he placed it back into the oven to heat it up further. Pumping more air into the forge he lost himself in a monotonous rythem. Up down up down. This continued for a further hour.
Standing up straight with a sigh the Imperial Knights muscles groaned in protest. Everything ached and he was yet to get to the hard part. With his sweat laden muscles he reached inside the oven with the tongs and removed the boiling orange mixture. Taking great care not to spill any of the precious metal he poured it into the moulds. Hunched over slightly he walked towards the bucket of water, taking a ladal he scooped some and drank it greedily. Despite the warmth it soothed his dry throat, the pouring the rest over his head he walked back to the moulds. As he dried he water for the metal to set.
Now to wait...
Now that the metal had cooled Panno gripped a hammer and chisel splitting the mould in half he removed the extra pieces. Inside the bar resembled a rough blade, gripping it by the hilt end he pushed the blade into the hot coals. Once the metal was cherry hot he put it onto the anvil. Raising the hammer over his head he brought it down with a grunt. Sparks flying everywhere he already felt drained from one hammer blow. Sterling himself for the hundreds more to come he reached out into the force. Now he was to try something he had only read of. As he hammered away at the metal he channeled his force energy into the blade. Changing it on a molecular level. The metal forming a new shape it over lapped itself, strengthening it. Making it stronger the Cortosis was no longer as brittle, the durasteel strengthening making it able to cut through most things without much effort. With a final blow he looked at his creation, rather than look smooth it was covered in lightning type interlocking designs. If one was to touch the blade though it was flush, the metal itself looked that way.
Taking the blade Panno put the crystal into the pommel of the handle and sat down. This was the part that would make or break the whole thing, if he messed up one of three options could happen. The blade can shatter, the crystal could break or both could be destroyed. So sitting down he placed the blade in front of him and closed his eyes. Focusing his energy he willed it to flow through him and into the blade.
Having no concept of time Panno stayed there until finally he opened his eyes. Everything appeared in order, the blade and crystal had a faint golden hue to them. Standing up he felt his joints creak. Apparently he had been sitting there for 3 long days. Surviving only because of the force. Happy with his work he cleaned up and left the forge to get some chow and sleep.
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Panno
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Nov 23, 2013 14:33:37 GMT -8
Post by Panno on Nov 23, 2013 14:33:37 GMT -8
It had been some weeks since Panno had forged the sword. It now hung proudly over the doorframe, thus far he had no real use for it. In the time since he had been recovering. The Imperial Knight had pushed his body to the limits making that sword, nearly killing himself with the exertion. During his period of rest he had heard many distressing stories. The mandos had finally attacked, taking out Yavin, Ossuss, Cardia and countless other planets had felt their wrath. Hundreds, nay thousands of force users across the galaxy were either dead or fleeing for their lives. More so millions of civilian casualities.
Despite all this the leader of the Aaragu refused to send aid. His priority was defending the planet from other warlords. As such they all remained put. No Imperial casualities so why should they? The intermn leader was blinded so Panno had to improvise and face expulsion from the order if he was caught, or failed.
As such he pushed the doors to the forges open once again. Walking over to the far wall he pushed a button to reveal a slide hidden in the wall. On the rack were a half dozen completed suits of armour. Earlier in the week he had been training when he used the force to damage the suits of the knights he was with. After catching flack for over using the force and facing his punishment he was ordered to create a new set of armour for the ruined ones.
He had done this in record time, innfact he had had the time to create twice as many. 5 others agreed with him that steps had to be taken and these were for them and him.
Taking his down from the rack he walked over to the work bench and placed it down. Using the force he reached out and grabbed some reflec plating. Normally he would have gotten it by hand but speed was of the essence. Wrapping the thin layer of plating over the usual armour he took care not to leave any piece of the material unwrapped. If this was to work he would need to be as stealthy as possible.
Repeating this process 5 times he checked the clock, and hurried even more. From within a crate he pulled out an electric sprayer and coated each suit in a layer of clear liquid. In actuality they were tiny crystals that, when given an electric pulse would mimic the environment around them. This in combination with the reflec plating would ranger the wearer completely visible to the naked eye and a myriad of sensors.
Putting the suit on he tested it out, creating a weak bolt of electricity through the force. Walking up to a mirror beside the door he smiled beneath the helmet. He was invisible. His handy work had paid off, this was still possible. Activating the internal comm system he hailed the other five who were laying in wait. Once they were all suited up the 6 left towards the hanger.
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Panno
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Jan 7, 2015 13:44:14 GMT -8
Post by Panno on Jan 7, 2015 13:44:14 GMT -8
It had been a couple days since @anya and Gavin had landed on Aaragu. Since then he had done his best to give them what was needed, a few of the ither Imperial Knights grumbled about babysitter duty and taking orders from a wrinkled walking glove but he ignored the japes. So long as Imperial hospitality was shown he did not care so much. Today though he planned on looking after them himself, but had gotten engosed with his work and had requested them to meet him here.
Inside the air was sweltering, making even the hardiest people sweat. Luckily somewhere back in his ancestory. Back before evolution had made them bipedal Dressellians had lizard DNA so this heat was home to him. He basked in its warmth as he worked in it. In his natural element now, he slaved over a forge bending and twisting metal meticulasly making it thin. Once or twice it would droop and he would apply some heat to shape it before quickly cooling it down. It was a boring task, but he needed something to present the emperor. Beside him in a bowl was a crushed up powder waiting to be mixed with metal once everything was ready.
He was so engrosed with his task that should the two other force users enter the forge he may not have noticed.
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Jan 8, 2015 6:31:46 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 6:31:46 GMT -8
Anya came to the Forge as was requested, Gavin close behind. Gavin had suggested that they leave their cloaks as forges tended to get rather hot. With her cloak shed, she wore her typical top she had gone with the past year or so. It was black on the edges and sapphire up the center, turquoise threads running down it and hanging off her right side. At her chest, the shirt split, going straight to small sleeves that barely came off her shoulders. From the break in her shirt, a purple strip of clothing stretched up to her neck and wrapped around it. With her tight black leather pants, her look had become the sight of many guys her age.
It took no time as they entered for her to understand the heat. She immediately broke out in a sweat and wiped it away with her hand. Taking a deep breath, she tried adjusting to her surrounding before proceeding in a bit further. She said nothing at first, letting her gaze move about the forge, taking in the sights taking mental pictures of the tools, and the projects that still laid about. She had seen a forge before, though only one in ruins, not used for a good fifty years or so.
She spun around slowly as she walked, watching as Gavin only nodded to her as she turned back to where Panno was. She shook her right hand and began adjusting the gold bangle on her wrist, the sweat slightly irritating her. However, she left it there, the green Dantooine gem reflecting the faint light of the room. She stopped a little ways away, seeing that he hadn't noticed them enter. Clearing her throat, she spoke.
"Master Panno, we have arrived as you requested."
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Gavin Phoenix
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Jan 8, 2015 6:35:57 GMT -8
Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jan 8, 2015 6:35:57 GMT -8
*Gavin had followed Anya, but remained quiet as they entered. He enjoyd simply watching Anya's amazement at everything around her. He himself had left his trench coat, leaving only his grey leather vest. On his person rested five lightsabers, one attached the the backside of his belt, two on each side of his belt and two in holsters on each leg. Looking around, he let the sight take him back, remembering the many hours he had spent in a forge. But it was a time long forgotten, his own knowledge dusty with time. Still, a sense of happiness seemed to faintly shine in his eyes.*
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Panno
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Jan 9, 2015 5:05:05 GMT -8
Post by Panno on Jan 9, 2015 5:05:05 GMT -8
They had arrived slightly before he had planned, but he was nearly done his work for today. Holding onto a silver gem with a pair of elongated tweezers he dropped it into the hilt he was currently making. He could have done the same thing with his hands, but doing so would have caused him unbearable pain. With that done, he turned around chest bare showing the scars of a hard life and the tell tale signs of someone who works with hot metals.
Thank you for coming, I just have one more thing to do.
He couldnt help but chuckle inwardly at her choice of clothing. She would be the envy of girls twice her age, and get the attention of guys everywhere. He bet those leather pants would chafe right up in this veritable sweat lodge. Turning once more he poured the bowl of crystalline powder into the molten sword shaped metal careful not to touch any of it. He would come back to that later. For now he was entertaining.
I figured I would show you where I work and what I do. This is what I know best. I hope your other learning has been going well?
He waited a moment for a response
Because its about to have company just as confusing as the rest.
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Jan 9, 2015 6:34:17 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2015 6:34:17 GMT -8
Anya watched as he placed the gem in the hilt then pour the powder on the hot metal. She was curious as to what he was doing. The gem made sense. Weapons that were Force-imbued typically used crystals of some sort, though the powder she wasn't sure of. For now, she let her mind focus on his words.
"Yes, it is going well. Bit by bit I am able to process it lock it in my mind. I thank you for all the help you have provided thus far and for having the others help as well." Tilting her head, her curiosity began to take over. "And what is that?"
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Panno
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Jan 11, 2015 6:16:56 GMT -8
Post by Panno on Jan 11, 2015 6:16:56 GMT -8
Dont you love when the Internet eats your post?
That? Panno inclined his head towards the sword he was making. Antares Krieg, the current grandmaster requested I make a few things for the Emperor. He wanted to give the show an are of legitimacy. The crystal and powder were just to make the sword special. Deveronian Blood Crystals are used to cause excruciating pain. The crystal in the hilt is just for show really. A warning to those who might recognize it. The powder is acrushed up crystal, infused with the metal its effects can vary from instant death, to terrible pain.
He hoped that he had erred on the side of pain. Instant death was nice but one nick to yourself accidentally and you were dead. This way, at least you would survive until someone could help you.
Im glad, it has been some time since we have had an outsider amoung us. Tell me have you read up on our combat forms yet?
Despite asking them to the forge he had not intended to show them this. It was more a back up in case Anya had not yet gotten to that part, or did not understand it. What he wanted to do was give her a better understanding of what it was like to be an Imperial Knight. A part of something bigger than yourself.
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Jan 11, 2015 11:24:00 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2015 11:24:00 GMT -8
Anya looked to the sword he had been crafting, taking in the details that were being put upon it. "That is indeed a terrify ability. Even for just pain would cause a battle to turn to the one wielding it."
She turned her attention back to Panno as he asked her about their combat forms."I have. Praetoria Vonil is the offensive style of the combat, focusing upon quick movements and hard strikes. Praetoria Ishu is the defensive form, designed to protect allies and find openings in an opponent's defense. While I am sure these forms can be utilized on one's own, it is meant to focus on teamwork. But these are just words, the description of how to carry that written in text. One can never understand it by simply reading. Such arts must be experienced to truly use them."
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Panno
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Jan 11, 2015 16:03:57 GMT -8
Post by Panno on Jan 11, 2015 16:03:57 GMT -8
Panno was silent for a few seconds, his finger raised pointing slightly above Anya his mouth opening and closing like a fish. She had perfectly said what he was about to go on about. Perhaps there was hope for the young girl after all. Recovering his senses he smiled his sharpened teeth flashing.
Your on point today. Gavin has taught you well. Just let me get on my gear and we will go to the training rooms, as they say words are dust only actions matter.
His gear was just off to the side, hanging on one of the racks. To the left and right of it were suits of armour in various states of repair, making his stand out. Unlike most people he checked his armour almost daily for problems, waxing the parts that moved, painting over and over until any scratches were missing and buffing any bumps. You could never be to careful with your personal safety. As he spoke he was already sliding on the large chest and back piece, the other parts could be put on as he moved through the use of the force.
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Jan 11, 2015 16:23:06 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2015 16:23:06 GMT -8
Anya smiled and nodded. Over the past five years, Gavin had been making sure she took in everything, never short cutting, always working on each detail. Of course, she had made that decision herself in the first month of her training. as Panno suited up she looked down at her own lightsaber on her belt. She was ready for the next lessons, ready to progress.
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