Norg Bral

*Telarial internally winces when Faelan's clearly disappointed expression crosses his face. She splutters as she attempts to salvage the moment but fails and gave Faelan a half smile that was meant to be reassuring.*

"Don't get me wrong! I'm more than excited to train and everything...and to have you as my instructor,...to have a buir...you...to-to teach me all I need to know is awesome! I'm just..."

*Her eyes cast down to the table when her previous smile turned into a sad frown*

"I can't remember....what my own buir and I did for fun years ago when I was but a small child...*She gave him a true smile, any indication that she had previously felt any sort of sorrow or remorse completely gone. "I guess you and I will have to figure that out together."

*Raine had left the table shortly after Eimhin. Leaving the others to discuss matters on their trip. Sure her dad was staying to spend time with her and Eimhin, but she'd figure out what they were doing later. She entered the living room just in time to see Eimhin stumble in wearing the beskar'gam and topple over onto the floor. Sighing, she walked over and helped him up before removing the helmet. She knelt down beside him, holding Lorcan's helmet in her hands.* "Watcha doing there kiddo? Preparing for the future already?"

Faelan looks somewhat cautiously relieved and hopeful when Telarial explains the origins of her initial response, nodding with a mildly skeptical smile as he says, "Well, I will do my best to figure it out with you, how to have fun that is. While, you know, also seeing that you get the training you . . ."

Patting his older brother on the shoulder with a chuckle, Lorcan gives Telarial a cheerful wink as he interrupts Faelan's fumbling attempt to reassure his daughter, "Stop with the trying to find the fun part, we all have no doubt that you'll be able to think of the training parts with ease," and then shakes his head in amusement as he continues on towards the living area to check on Eimhin.

Scratching the back of his neck a bit nervously, Falean smiles at Telarial and jokes, "He's right about that training part at least, and then stands to start cleaning up as, on more certain footing, saying with greater assurance, Now then, why don't you go and get ready to head into the city. I want to look after getting your beskar'gam fitted properly before we set out, and then make sure that we have our ship and other supplies prepped. I'd like, he explains, to set out for Agamar soon. As he begins to wash and dry the dishes, he adds casually, I'd also like you to meet with Torin before we leave as well."


Laughing as he enters in time to see his son sneeze and tumble to the ground, Lorcan helps the boy regain his feet, smiling cheerily as he says, "Well, looks like we've got to get you started on a strength training regimen, huh my lil' verd'ika, make sure you can wear your beskar'gam without fear of sneezing. Chuckling, Lorcan points towards the bathroom and says, Forward march, lil' verd'ika, gotta get you cleaned up before anything else, right?"

*Telarial was relieved when Faelan--no...her buir--she internally corrected herself...was once more set on achieving their shared goal. She was more than happy to leave that awkward moment behind. When she learned of the opportunity that she would at last be permitted to meet their clan leader, she smiled warmly.*

"Yes, I would be honored to meet Torin."

*For a moment, she was tempted to ask Faelan what Torin was like, but in the end she decide against it. She would find out for herself. Telarial wiped off the dining room table with a cloth and then returned to her room. Picking up her flight bag she was startled a moment to discover that her beskar'gam wasn't in there...*

"Where could it possibly be?"

*Telarial sometimes had a habit of thinking out loud. People in the past told her that she was 'talking to herself' and called her crazy. She didn't give a damn what other people thought. Her mind was very sharp and this so called 'habit' she was ridiculed for in the past, helped her see beyond the problem--opening doorways for multiple solutions. Her former mentor, Arkillian, used to praise her for this talent. He said that her quick thinking and ability to solve difficult problems--sometimes in remarkable ways that most never dreamed of--would one day save her life. Or the life of one she held dear.*

"I'm so sorry Arkillian..."

*She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth. Her hands balled up into fists as she silently directed her anger and self-loathing for her failure at herself. Sometimes, she still blamed herself for his death. Despite the fact she knew that to a point, it wasn't true. She felt that she could have done more. She failed him. Her so called 'gift' abandoned her that day. When she needed that skill the most--her mind froze. She couldn't think. Her mind was blank. An empty slate. All she could do was watch in horror as the Jedi killed her mentor. She should have been able to save him! Surely there could have been some way, some solution that would have spared his life!*

*Telarial bit back an enraged scream. Suppressing her rage gave her misty eyes and she was unable to control a force ability. The nightstand next to her cracked, and then practically disintegrated into many unsalvageable pieces. The sound startled her enough that her eyes widened, revealing her brief horror.  The internal pain returned and she watched with dull eyes as the wood tumbled to the ground with a soft clatter. Damn...she hoped Faelan wouldn't be mad. If need be, she would make him a new one. That's when she spotted her Beskar'gam.. It was on the floor, hidden partially beneath her bed. Why was it there and not on the dresser? Faelan would have put it on her dresser for certain. After thinking about it and wracking her brain for the solution her eyes widened in horror when the realization hit her. She groaned and face-palmed with a pained expression.*

"Oh no...please don't tell me it was Lorcan..."

*She wasn't sure which was worse...her uncle Lorcan undressing her...or her new buir. Her cheeks burned a bright cherry red at the thought and she hastily began packing additional clothes and other hygienic items into her flight bag after changing into a new jumpsuit. After she was ready she slung the flight bag over her shoulder and hurriedly returned to Faelan's side. She held her beskar'gam and fidgeted, as she tried to force the blush away. Wanting desperately to leave and start their adventure she spoke in a rush, her words coming out so quickly they practically blurred together.*

"OkayBuir! I'mReady!! Let'sGetThisShowOnTheRoad!  ReadyToLearnEverythingYouWantToTeachMe!  OH...AndI'mSOsorryAboutTheDresser!!"

Faelan, having finished with the kitchen after Telarial had gone to get ready, is waiting for her with his buy'ce tucked under an arm in the living area of the vheh'yaim when his daughter returns. Looking away from the amusing sight of Eimhim clinging to Lorcan's leg, Faelan shakes his head with a chuckle and manages to keep himself from looking too amused at Telarial's enthusiastic, rushed exclamation of readiness, delivered at so rapid a clip that he is not sure he has made sense of it all.

"Right then, Faelan says as he takes Telarial's flight bag from her and slings it over his shoulder, heading towards the front entrance to begin the brief trek to his speeder. First stop will be the smith here in Norg Bral to have your beskar'gam taken care of. Setting the flight bag in the speeder before sitting himself, Faelan looks at Telarial with a concerned expression, asking, How is your pain? No more forgetting your medication, he adds sternly as, once Telarial is seated, he starts the speeder and sets out for the smith. Arching an eyebrow as, his brain finally having sorted out all that Telarial had speedily said when rejoining him, Faelan asks curiously, Wait, now what was that about a dresser again?"



Patting Eimhin on the head comfortingly with one hand while picking up his buy'ce and setting it on a table with the other, Lorcan cheerily says, "Let's move that over there, huh my little verd'ika? Picking Eimhin up and placing him on his shoulders, Lorcan says, We'll leave that out here, and get nice and clean. Looking over at Raine as he starts making his way to the bathroom, Lorcan answers her question, Well, before we start talking about the when, I'd like to see more about the where. As in where at you at now. So, the answer to when we start is now, at least as far as training, or seeing what areas we need to focus on now before settling the whole matter of when, you follow? The where will get us to the when once we know the what, see?"

*Telarial grinned with a nod, feeling much relieved that he didn't appear to have heard her comment about the dresser she'd accidentally obliterated....*

"Don't worry about me, buir. I'm back to my normal self! If there is one thing that you will discover about me...its that I tend to bounce back easily.""

*She followed Faelan out to his speeder and climbed in.  Telarial pulled a drawing from out of her jumpsuit pocket and stared down at the artwork she created.  Normally she didn't waste time using her artistic ability on trivial things such as this, but for once she actually had a reason for it.  It was a detailed drawing of her beskar'gam.  Telarial knew that changing the color schemes of her armor would mark her as an individual, changing Arkillian's once blue beskar'gam to that of gold and red.  Her former mentor taught her about what each color symbolized in their culture.  It was a very important part of her heritage.  She chose more than one...her beskar'gam was going to be red, gold, and black.  Red symbolized her honor for her family, black justice, and gold represented her desire for vengeance.  As she stared down at her artwork she snorted back a giggle when she took note of the rather amusing note signed beside the areas of her armor that could not be colored in, namely the gold.  Faelan didn't have any markers, colored pencils, or any other means of coloring it.  So she pointed an arrow to the blank part and wrote //WTF...this is supposed to be gold--not white!!// *

"Thank you, buir.  For taking me to a smith.  I know I need to let go of the past...I can honor Arkillian's memory and I know its probably time for me to move on.  Which is why I've finally decided to change the color scheme of my beskar'gam."   


Telarial looked back down at the drawing and stared wistfully at it.  Did they even have the time to change it so drastically before they departed?  Her thought process screeched to a halt once Faelan questioned her about the dresser.  She attempted to appear calm and collected but her face blanched despite her efforts.*

"Umm...I sort of had an accident...I hope you aren't mad."

As he starts running a bath for Eimhin, Lorcan nods in answer to Raine's initial question, grinning as he cheerily asks, "That was just exactly what I meant, yep. Can't really come up with a plan of attack for your training regimen unless I know what we need to focus on and all, right? Need to know the terrain and opposition to formulate an effective strategy, don't we? 'Course we do. Setting Eimhin down and helping him undress, Lorcan goes on, As far as sparring partners, if you're more comfortable with others of your own age, I can see about setting up some play dates, he chuckles, or, you know, sparring dates. Keep in mind, of course, that you won't always be facing real opponents that are conveniently in the same age, weight, and experience group. Be nice if things worked out that way, he laughs, but fairness is often in short supply in battle, and the more experience you have with opponents of different sizes and so on, the better off you'll be, yeah? Anyway, he lifts Eimhin into the bath, we'll sort that all out. First though, he explains, I think we'll get an idea of where your physical conditioning is at, endurance, strength, all that sort of thing. And, he taps the tip of Eimhin's nose with a smile, don't think you're going to miss out on all the fun either my lil' verd'ika, once you're all clean, we're going on a family run together. Gotta start you on your own training and conditioning, don't we? After that, he taps his stubbled chin with an index finger with a pondering expression, we may do some blaster safety and marksmanship training, see where your sister's skill level is at and get you started too."

Lifting the now clean Eimhin from the tub and beginning to dry him off, Lorcan says, "We'll need to get you both some beskar'gam too, plastoid to start I think, get you used to the weight and maintenance and all. First though, Lorcan wraps a towel around Eimhin and carries him towards his room to get him dressed, maybe we can see about finding this Alastair together, huh? Unless that is a just you and your sister thing?"




Arching an eyebrow skeptically, the gesture offset by the warm smile accompanying it, when Telarial says that she is back to her normal self, Faelan makes no further comment on the matter of her recent injury, trusting his daughter's judgement on her need, or lack thereof, for taking things easy, at least for the time being given that he has already seen that she can at times overestimate or ignore her limitations when driven to accomplish her goals; which is not always a bad trait, nor one he would stifle when he believes in pushing oneself to overcome the many obstacles that are often encountered in a life such as the majority of the Mando'ade lead.

Glancing over at the drawing that Telarial examines while speaking, Faelan waves a hand to dismiss her concerns about the dresser, "Furniture can be replaced, he says in his usual terse fashion, but have a care to keep your emotions in check in future, he adds with a somewhat pensive frown, clearly internally debating how much to dwell on the matter; for he understands enough about Force sensitives to know that strong emotions like anger can make them prey to the Dark Side. Smiling, having elected to set that discussion aside for another time as he wants them to enjoy their time together today given that Agamar has the potential to be a stressful time for them both, Faelan takes a hand from the steering yoke to point towards a building growing closer, Ah, here we are. Sluaghadah is a singularly skilled smith. If anyone can make, he gestures towards Telarial's sketch with his free hand, that a reality, he can."

As, after parking the speeder, they walk towards the entrance of the smith's shop, Faelan tells Telarial, "I'll let you do the talking. Opening the door for her, he adds in an undertone, Oh, and try not to be too shocked when you see him."

Faelan's warning is, moments later when they approach the massive armored Herglic smith as he examines a recently forged beskad that, obviously forged for a humanoid, looks tiny in his hand, made more clear.

*Telarial released a sigh that more or less came out as a growl and slammed a palm against her forehead.*

"GAH! I am SO sorry buir. I promise I will try to keep a lid on it next time. And...I'm really glad you aren't mad."

*When they entered the shop and she got to meet the smith face to face, she wasn't at all taken aback by his appearance. She'd had the privilege to encounter many diverse lifeforms during a trip to Coruscant that Arkillian took her on when she'd been younger. After a formal pleasantry she handed him her drawing..*

"My buir here, says you are the best smith he's ever known. I'd be more than honored to witness your skill and behold your handiwork, if that's no trouble to you."

Damocles and Ascalon are greeted only a brief moment after the knock heralding their arrival by Torin Bralor - a sixty five year old human male with closely cropped grey and blonde hair, armored in green beskar'gam with subtle orange flourishes - himself. "Ascalon'ika, Torin greets his Clanswoman warmly, his intent, watchful and lively gaze simultaneously taking in the unfamiliar Mandalorian accompanying her, surreptitiously noting the uniquely styled buy'ce and the colors of the beskar'gam as he tries to read what he can from the way the man carries himself and from his eyes. Nodding a greeting to Ascalon's companion as he reaches out to clasp Ascalon's shoulder companionably, Torin adds, Ner'vod," by way of welcoming her companion as well.

Gesturing with an arm to invite Ascalon and her companion into the area of his vheh'yaim set aside as his primary work space, Torin leads the way to a circular table made of veshok wood, waiting until his guests have been seated to seat himself. The room is comfortable, yet utilitarian; the equipment enabling it to be converted readily into a command center easy enough to spot by those attentive to such details. A tall man, fit for his age, Torin moves with a deceptively languid ease; though a discerning eye will easily detect the confident readiness and preparedness ingrained into his comportment.

Once everyone is seated, Torin asks in Mando'a, his gaze moving from Ascalon to her companion to include both in the question, "Now then, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

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Sluaghadah, having set aside the beskad he had been examining when Faelan and Telarial had approached, rumbles a deep, basso chuckle when Telarial has finished making her request. In fluent, if not quite melodic, Mando'a the Herglic nods before jokingly replying, "You did not get that paklalat from your buir, I think. He's more the monosyllabic sort, when he isn't getting by with a grunt or nod, Sluaghadah adds, rumbling another laugh before he taps the drawing Telarial had presented along with her request, saying, It would be my pleasure to give you the chance to, how did you put it again, ah yes, to see that you behold my skill."

Falean, joining the proceedings, explains that Telarial already has her beskar'gam, which needs to be fitted to her and altered per her designs. Sluaghadah asks a few clarifying questions to ensure that he and Telarial are of one mind about how to make her drawing a reality, after which he takes her measurements so that he can adjust the fit of her beskar'gam accordingly. Once the measurements are completed, Sluaghadah haggles perfunctorily over the price to placed upon his work, settling finally on one fair to both himself and his customer.

With the matter of the price settled, Sluaghadah explains, "I can have this finished by tomorrow morning. Would you like to pick it up then, or shall I have it delivered to you?"




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Lorcan, as he picks out clothing for Eimhin that will do as a workout outfit, nods solemnly and agrees, "I did promise my lil' verd'ika, yes. I haven't forgotten. And Raine can certainly help us, he looks over at Raine and winks cheerily as he adds, What are big sisters for after all, if not to help you out when you need them?"

Once Eimhin is dressed, Lorcan claps his hands, pursing his lips as he asks, "Now then big sister, any ideas about where to start our little search and rescue operation?"