Dr. Levi Rose
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Post by Dr. Levi Rose on Apr 9, 2014 17:29:02 GMT -8
=== The Loft ===
"So you were in the siege?" The doe-eyed guard asked, following a step behind Levi as the good doctor approached the front door. It was absurd, but Levi couldn't help but feel like a cradle robber- the cadet had to be a solid five years younger. Probably one of the clones too, if Levi was any judge of facial features. Just enough prominence in that chin and a minor difference in skin tone to show some genetic diversity in the cloning gene pool.
Whatever quandaries and objections his conscience raised about this, Levi quickly stamped them right out. He needed this.
"Yeah," he said, rolling his eyes as he trudged toward his quarters. "I played doctor in the tunnels for a few weeks before we ran the blockade. But I'm more interested in you, fine thing that you are. Where were you stationed all this time?"
"Oh, my brothers and sisters were just dispatched from the 'vats this past cycle. Nothing special. So how did you-"
Goddess dammit all, why did soldiers want to know only about battles? He'd only offered the trooper a drink or two with the promise of a dance after that. Pre-cooked dinner. Maybe more. He was in possession of the largest stock of legal and illegal alcohol in the sector, and he wasn't going to advertise that fact to the whole Praxeum if he could help it- unless it got him some.
"Well look at that. Here we are!"
The front door was scuffed with blaster scorch marks and dust, but thank the Goddess, the bright green neon sign still hung proud over the front door, just where he'd left it. Snatched right from a dive bar on Coruscant while he was completely smashed between finals and Summer semester, "The Loft" was lit and glowing above his front door. They'd restored power to his quarters already!
"So anyway," Levi said, opening the front door for his evening's guest, "do you take rum or whiskey with your roast?"
The place was thoroughly wrecked during the siege, thanks to a turbolaser round catching the north wall. But the reconstruction had progressed well and the Republic had been fortunate enough to reimburse Levi for his lost furniture. The sitting room, bedroom, refresher and small kitchenette had been properly installed and were waiting for use. The post-post-post modern look of the place was minimalistic and artistic in the extreme.
"Rum, please," the trooper said cheerfully, taking a seat on the couch. "And how did your team get through all the Mandalorian war droids? Their frontal shield generators can deflect all the blaster fire of a full squad of Republic troopers! My brothers were all shot to pieces in the training drill we had for that situation."
He should've known better than to ask a clone out based on their looks. Soldier by trade, soldier in conversation.
Goddess give me patience, I asked for this.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2014 22:04:00 GMT -8
I nodded and grabbed a tablet running some figure into the computer. while the first step probably should not have been weaponry, i needed to figure it out eventually, better now than later. as the armor was saved down into a new folder, i zoomed in on the arm. and began to run figures. I watched my mind and my body run on separate tangents, with my body trying to find dimensions for a lightsaber that would both fit into the hand of the suit, as well as fit in a storable location while inactive, meanwhile my mind was running loops about trying to integrate the ewok into the command code of the suit.
about this time i felt a surge from one of my chips existing above the right cerebellum meant to keep me in balance. feeling light headed i took steps backwards before consciously finding my way to the chair behind the desk…
“Pixar, please prepare a Zaisake for me and then a tall glass of water. Mentor rawkill, please take a seat.”
as the milky white liquid was placed in front of me in a flat, saucer-like cup, i lifted it to my lips and let the contents fill my system. after carida, i found the need to research a drug that could counter act the actions of jeddirall or similar circumstances. the name i requested for it, though to throw people off the track was based in truth that even though my system shouldn’t be able to withstand alcohol, it’s use in the medicine helps trick my cause.
when the water glass was empty, and after a few minutes of silence i began speaking again
“Sorry about that Mentor, i have bio cybernetic implants placed in strategic places within my brain to increase my capabilities… however recently some of them have been malfunctioning, and i should get systems checked out… anyway, down to the nitty-gritty. you want this to be an extension of your own fighting. i will do my part to make sure that the everything is operating at peak performance before you take it into your first combat situation… but i will need some things from you as well. the first is that you will need to feel like flying a star fighter is an extension of your body. when you are inside the suit, you will be in a set up similar to piloting a star fighter… in terms of that i would recommend that you train under Alexis.” i paused, shaking slightly as the medicine seemed to do its job excessively well. “next… I have found tech that will allow the suit to act in tandem and on its own based on battle forms you would have accessible to you, it is the 'WBX Driver'… I can get basic forms through my friends… but when i get the prototype online i will want you to spend time training with and against it so that i can have the data ready and able to load into the suit when i reach the stage… also when i clear the suit for deployment i will need you to decide whether you want to receive surgeries to install your side of the WBX into your body… or whether you would prefer to have it external of what you wear into battle.”
As my mind drew to the inevitable, i thumped my hand down on the table.
“The final thing is the worst bit. I will be more than happy to take this project on… but i have a problem. the metal i would be working with is not one i am familiar with. And i have an honor code as an artisan to not present an inferior product when a better product can be produced… so i will be blunt. for this project we desperately need a mandalorian smith, barring that this project will suffer massive delays on it’s timetable and the final product will not be comparable in strength and purity to proper Beskar armor…”
I felt i needed to ramble on, but wandering from a station in the room to the desk, came pixar.
::Sir, may i make a recommendation, you should offhandedly state other frivolous things that the Academy ‘desperately needs’. Firesquad alpha has engaged a remnant Mandalorian soldier and Bes'uliik war droid. as dispatch, i have redirected 3 security drones from their routes to get eyes on the situation… and i have a visual on the combatant, and a dossier ready for viewing if you so wish.::
as i looked at the holo image of the screen and my eye recognized the names
“I... know that sword”
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Apr 18, 2014 9:29:50 GMT -8
Second Level - Jedi Quarters: Malreaux*His own room, a place he belonged to. ... Once.**At that moment, however, nothing else sounded better. It was almost an animal instinct, a desire to find a familiar place to hide, to find shelter from the onslaught. Nathan nodded, and slowly withdrew his face from his wet, tear-dripping hands and braced himself to stand up.*"Yeah... I think it would be best..."*Trying to regain some of his pride back, Nathan got up on his own and gritted back the dizziness, determined to show he could at least walk back to his room to grieve. Following Alexis, Nathan walked out and headed to his old quarters... after so long ago.*
She reached out and palmed the door open, then stepped inside and out of the way, beckoning to Nathan to follow her."Here you go." Once, she too had lived here. But, after she'd made Dragon Squadron, her bunk assignment had been shifted out of Jedi Quarters over to Pilots' Quarters. Honestly, she had appreciated the change. With Nathan's disappearance, these rooms had seemed just short of haunted in her opinion."I bunk down near the hangar now, so you've got the place to yourself. But, if I don't hear from you within a reasonable time frame, I'll come check up on you. And, if you need anything...the Force will tell you have to find me." Dark eyes looked up at him, concern reflected in their depths. "Will you be alright?"
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Post by Nathan Malreaux on Apr 19, 2014 11:04:36 GMT -8
*So, this was home.*
*Nathan reached out and stroked the name label with trembling fingers, not sure how to cope with the face it was his name there, and yet no memory of this before. He swallowed and looked to Alexis with sad, wistful eyes.*
"I have no idea... but I'll let you know."
*Slowly, Nathan walked in and looked around. It was a simple set up. Kitchen separated from the living room/dining room by a counter... a loft bedroom above the kitchen that looked very cosy... and one side guest room. He took in the simple decor, looked around and felt the old echos of a non-complicated, happy life. It was nearly infuriating, Nathan feeling so jealous of his old self to have been able to have this... and yet now he could not.*
*Turning, Nathan looked at Alexis for a long moment, nodded, and shut the door.*
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Apr 20, 2014 9:11:52 GMT -8
Alexis said nothing. Not verbally anyway. She reached out and clasped his shoulder gently for just a moment, gazing deeply into his eyes. But then she stepped away.
Sometimes it is hard when the only thing you can do for someone is give them space. But she grasped how he felt. It wasn't hard given that the two of them had once been close as master/padawan, but anyone with Force training could feel his pain. It was most likely enough to set people on edge without them being consciously aware of a reason for it.
Alexis stared at the closed door for a moment, biting her lip thoughtfully. Then, she turned and headed back down the corridor.
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Post by Dr. Levi Rose on Apr 21, 2014 11:35:23 GMT -8
=== The Loft ===
22:18 Standard time.
"Get the kriff out of MY LOFT!"
The sound of dull objects being thrown about the room were muted by the solid brick walls to outsiders, but the shouting couldn't be held back by the filmsy front door.
"Don't you talk like that! Don't you ever fething talk like that!"
"It's your own damn fault-"
"Shut! UP!"
Something large, heavy, and partly glass broke against a wall before the front door opened and the clone trooper staggered out in regulation boxer shorts and a stack of cloths in their arms. The figure threw their pants on quickly before backing away from a mop-wielding Levi in the doorway. The trooper decided against pressing the incident further and continued on towards the door, slowing down as Levi didn't follow beyond the door.
"It was still your fault."
The mop was flung handle first, javelin style, at the trooper's back, prompting them to beat a hasty retreat down the stairwell back to the barracks.
"It wasn't. My. Fault!"
The good doctor paused, the exhaled denial seeming to snap him back into sanity. He was suddenly very conscious of the fact he was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts beneath his white coat, a bottle of White Hapan in his free hand. His face was an absolute flushed and snotty mess and his neck sported a conspicuous bruise. Regaining what dignity he could, Levi strode across the hall, reclaimed his room's mop, and marched back to his room, pausing at the door to take a sip of the Hapan White while he tried to key in the code for his door. Once. Twice. Three- there it was!
Which opened the door to a completely trashed Loft. Lot of work to be done before next shift...
"And everything's wonderful again..."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2014 23:23:08 GMT -8
Rawkill took a seat when Monte suggested he do so, before listening as Dia explained that some of his bio-emplants had been malfunctioning of late, no doubt due in part to the amount of stress from losing one's fellow academy 'mates' and then being held at gun point by a mad man who claimed to be operating in the interests of the Jedi, despite holding a Jedi at gun point.
Such strange situations aside, Rawkill returned his attention to Monte as the Jedi Master began to go over specifications for the suit, making a suggestion that Rawkill further his star fighter pilot training under Alexis' tutelage. She was, after all, the most qualified star fighter pilot on Yavin IV, and Rawkill had really only ever undertaken the basics of piloting, partly because it was hard to find a cockpit that would accomodate someone of his small stature.
He had a feeling that this suit of his would require him to learn and utilize a different saber form whilst he was in it, after all the Ataru form had suited him due to his small size and relative ease of use with the force. But something that big would be near impossible to utalize the Ataru in, no doubt he would need to be able to transition in to the Niman form and vice-versa. But that would be a matter for him to deal with privately, for now getting the thing built was the main priority.
Which was Monte's next issue with the suit, considering the Jedi Master had never worked with Beskar, or learned the secrets of it's construction, would mean there could be some serious issues. Rawkill had almost been concerned for a moment, until the droid known as Pixar came in and reported the capture of a Mandalorian Soldier by Fireteam Alpha, whom had been assigned to Captain Striker's Recon Team at the old GALSAF camp.
Rawkill sent a quick message to Corporal OTS, before moving off the seat and over to the screen where the live feed from the drones was beind displayed. His interest was piqued when Monte exclaimed that he knew the sword that the Mandalorian owned, perhaps he had met this particular Mandalorian during the siege
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Well, perhaps our armour issue might not be so much of a problem anymore...
The feed then showed the LAAT gunship picking up Striker, the Mando, and the War Droid before transporting them to the Praxeum grounds, where Striker and the Commando's lead the Mando into the Temple. Rawkill turned towards the door as a few moments later, Captain Striker lead the way into Monte's quarters, the Commando's in tow, holding the Mandalorian between
=Captain Striker=
Jedi Master Rawkill, Jedi Master Tuhlute. May I present our captive. We found him snooping around the GALSAF encampment.
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
Thank you Captain. Do you have a name, Mandalorian?
Rawkill had turned his attention from Striker, to the Mandalorian, wondering if perhaps this man might prove himself to be useful to them. If not, then he would be tried as a War Criminal and dealt with according to the Law, depending upon whether he was found guilty or not of any crimes that were punishable
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 1:35:29 GMT -8
Goran had followed compliantly when the Commando's had taken him into custody, making him wait around before being loaded onto a LAAT Gunship and being brought to the Praxeum Temple. When the other LAAT Gunship had pulled away, he had been tempted to try attempt some half baked escape plan, but he had known better than to try do so, especially whilst he was cuffed and surrounded by Commando's.
When they finally arrived to their destination, Goran studied both men who were already in the room, whom the Republic Captain addressed as Jedi Masters. The human he could understand as being a Jedi Master, but the Ewok took him by surprise, especially since he had never heard of a talking Ewok before.
He kept his attention on the Ewok Jedi Master, when the diminutive creature asked whether he had a name or not. For a moment he debated whether or not to lie, just in case they were seeking known war criminals, although he was unsure if he had done anything that really was a serious offence. But then, he might also accidentally use a name that was on their list with worse charges
My name is Goran, of house Beviin, Jedi. What is it that you want with me?
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2014 21:44:24 GMT -8
As the man named “Goran” entered my eyes widened… the man standing standing before me, if he was who he claimed to be, was a craftsman of greater caliber than what i could ever dream to be… and this wasn’t my own thoughts… A board of critics reviewed every lead on craftsman’s work to develop a list of the top 5 greatest contemporary Craftsmen… i was listed at number 4, but the man in front of me was listed at number 2. i turned to Rawkill and relayed my apprehensions
<<Master Rawkill, this man possess a far greater skill than me. i will try to keep myself in check… but if i get out of hand dealing with this man… give me a signal and i will find a way to make an exit.>>
then gesturing for the man to take a seat… or to be forced to at least, i introduced myself
“I am Diamonte Tuhlute, Headmaster of this academy. This is Jedi Master Rawkill, my mentor and the 2nd in command here at the academy”
I closed my eyes for a moment to collect my thoughts and silence the fanboy inside of me.
“I will be frank Goran… being a mandalorian on this planet, but the fact that you were found near a GALSAF camp. and to mention that this base is recovering from a Mandalorian incursion… so excuse me if i am suspicious but first i would like to know how you got here, and in what time period.”
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2014 22:46:52 GMT -8
Rawkill gave a silent nod in response to Diamonte's short expalanation of who Goran was, and the fact he would leave if he got too carried away. Rawkill, however, was certain it would not come to that, fully confident in Monte's ability to keep himself in check without Rawkill's oversight on this matter.
The Ewok Jedi Master moved off to the side to allow Goran and Monte to focus on each other, since he really had nothing else to add to the conversation just yet. At Monte's gesture, the pair of guards holding Goran forced him down into a seat, before taking up standing positions behind the Mandalorian, ready to thwart any half baked escape plans
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2014 0:00:22 GMT -8
Goran took a seat, as he was forced into it by the guards who were keeping a good hold on him, making sure they left him no openings to escape. Although at this stage, considering there was two lightsaber wielding Jedi Masters present, any attempt at escaping would likely result in his own death, or at the very least a very short escape attempt.
His best bet at this stage was to answer their questions and do his best to stay out of trouble, a task made slightly harder when the man known as Diamonte questioned him over his arrival. He had a good feeling he was not about to make many friends, however the fact they wanted to know when he arrived at least meant they weren't particularly focusing any search efforts on him
Your suspicions are understandable. I would be just as cautious if the Jedi had just attacked my own home and I found one sneaking around. For what it is worth, I mean you no harm, I was just looking for food and what ever else to stay alive out there. As to my arrival, I came here during the siege, to repair armour, craft any new pieces that were required, nothing that involved fighting the Jedi and Republic... at least not directly anyway. I am a man of my craft, I prefer to stay out of a fight where I can...
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2014 21:51:36 GMT -8
I nodded and signaled the guards to step back to posts near the door. I was still cautious that Goran might try something, but by the same hand… i wanted to show him a faith i had in him.
“then Sir, I see no reason to hold you as a dangerous criminal.”
I reached behind me and pulled out what i considered to be my single greatest accomplishment as an artisan. the “Instramtan Lantern” Placing it on the table i talked a bit about our kindred spirits.
“goran, Because your skills as a craftsman are known far across the galaxy… i am inclined to believe what you have to say. And although i believe that the order at large and the republic would seek to find you as a scape goat for what happened on this world… i would like to make you an offer. i would offer you a haven… or if you would prefer to leave and return to your clansmen… i will provide you with transportation and safe passage on your way. I just ask that you lend your talents to the staff of this academy.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2014 21:17:18 GMT -8
Rawkill nodded to the guards, whom then proceeded to remove the cuffs binding Goran's wrists behind his back. They still remained standing just behind him however, more as a security precaution now, after all he could still try do something unexpected and entirely stupid.
Rawkill had nothing else to add to Monte's request, after all, a Mandalorian smith would be a great boon to the academy, especially since they had a stock of bes'kar that would need smithing, some of which would be used on his proposed suit. For now he continued to maintain his role as an observer of the situation
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2014 5:42:14 GMT -8
Goran felt the cuffs removed by the guards as Master Tuhlute promised he would not be treated like a criminal. He gave his wrists a brief rub where the cuffs had been secured, before turning his attention to the lantern that the jedi placed on the table infront of him, not particularly able to recognize the design, but still able to regard the craftsmanship. As he inspected the piece, he also paid attention to what Diamonte was saying, or more to the point, offering.
It was true enough he had been approached by numerous organizations around the galaxy for interviews regarding his many pieces, but Goran had never paid them too much heed. His inbterest had always been his work, and so long as he continued to produce pieces he was proud of, that was all that mattered. For him, a craftsmans worth was not measured in how many awards you were recognized for, but whether you found pride in the work you produced. That said, it seemed in this case at least, that his reputation had served him well in staying out of trouble.
As Diamonte pointed out, the Republic and Jedi Order at large would indeed be quite suspicious of him, especially considering the circumstances he was found in. But at this stage, it wasn't exactly like he had any home to return to, following Kuat, most of the Mando clans had gone to grounds or gone extremely quite. On top of that, it appeared that the former Mand'alor had fallen, meaning there was no solid leadership for him to return to. It really was starting to look like he had no where left to go
Well, Master Jetii, I don't think there is anything particularly left for me on Mandalore, especially not in the ensuring chaos that has no doubt been created by Ashrah's defeat. And, since I'd rather not be used as a scape goat, as you so eloquently put it, I don't really see much other choice other than to lend my skills to the Yavin Academy. But, only on the condition I get my weapons and Byfrost back...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2014 21:36:11 GMT -8
I looked to Master Rawkill for a moment with a puzzled look on my face as i tried to puzzle it out for myself. Yes, i trusted the man sitting before me to not pull an attack like any of the Mandos that had previously assaulted the academy or Ashla forbid Galsaf. But, did that mean i trusted him far enough that i would return his weapons to his person.
Ultimately it seemed that Yes, i would have to return the materials of this master if i expected him to agree to work for the academy. i cast an Uneasy gaze towards Master Rawkill, as if looking to him for assurances that the choice i was making was the best one
“Your weapons and your Basilisk war droid will be returned to you, I would ask for your word that you note use these to cause harm out said of Training and the protection of this academy. I seek to make this academy a peaceful one, and while i would ask for your help in defending her if ever there was another attack, you are your own person, not a current member of this staff, you are free to do as you please.”
turning around in the chair to grab a Datapad that featured a detailed plan of the academy i nodded to the mando, this time with more confidence in my voice.
“in any case, feel free to set yourself up in any of the Masters Suites that aren’t already occupied. Give me a week or so to locate a suitable room for you to use as a forge and Class room. I sincerely welcome you formally and look forward to Working with you and learning from you.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2014 23:20:47 GMT -8
Goran nodded in gratitude as Master Tuhlute confirmed that his weapons and War Droid would be returned to him. His sword, spear, hammer, and War Droid were the only possessions he owned besides his armour, they also happened to be the finest works he had ever created himself. Thankfully he had managed to keep himself out of trouble again, though he had a slight feeling the Jedi had ulterior motives for keeping him alive here, as opposed to actually letting him go
I assure you, your trust is not misplaced. Should this academy ever require my help to defend her, I would think it a very sad day indeed. Regardless, I shall lend her my skills and continue to uphold my quality of work. On that note, would I be over stepping my bounds if I asked if there was any immediate work you would like me to perform? I only ask, since you seem to have amassed a fair supply of left over beskar from the attack on Yavin....
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2014 22:31:09 GMT -8
Rawkill had monitored the conversation the entire time, certain from the very beginning that Diamonte would be able to keep himself in check. He respected Diamonte's skills as a craftsman, but he could see the man still had some way to go as far as self-confidence went. Rawkill's attention was then brought back to current events as Goran asked if there was any immediate projects he could start on, a question that he himself had been waiting to be asked
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Oh, I think there is a couple things we could get you started on. Monte, I leave him in your capable hands, I am sure I can place my trust in your decision making with regards to the suit. For now, I must attend to the archives and check in with my men, both groundside and in orbit...
With that, Rawkill gave a swift bow to Diamonte, before signaling to Captain Striker and the commandoes to follow him out of Diamonte's quarters, heading for the Archives
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2014 19:53:17 GMT -8
"Indeed..."
I steepled my fingers as the bit about the armor was brought up. I really should not have expected less from the man.
"...the battle on yavin, and the recent rehash regarding GALSAF has left us with plenty of beaker in the stores, but it has also left the bodies of some of the fallen desecrated. Immediately i would request that you make sure that the fallen mandalorians receive honorable burials, as well as smelting down the armor pieces into ingots of Beskar that would be easier for transport and storage... I have two projects I would like to get to... Including a power suit for master Rawkill, but one artisan to another, I would prefer to make sure I have the blueprints sorted and prepared before I turn them over to you for revisions, interpretations and fabrication... If that is alright."
I was interrupted by Rawkill announcing his departure.
<<thank you. When I finish with this, I will set to filling the position of instructor for the Jedi Aces... I would request you devote a man or two to looking into her file pre- battle of yavin, to see what can count towards padawan Karidian's elevation to knight so that she might fill that position...>>
Turning back to Goran, I took a contract and filled out certain sections according to the agreed details during the course of the meeting. When I finished and handed, the annual pay was generous enough that Goran would be the Second highest paid non-Jedi official at a Jedi academy, and 6th overall in a Jedi academy.
"I would like you to look over this and sign if you find the terms agreeable, sign it. this is only so that i can have a record of our agreement. Any actual craftsman jobs you are tasked with will be on commission and above this number… either way, i would ask that you find your way to an instructor’s accommodations for the evening… i still have a fair bit of work to finish before i fall asleep tonight.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 17:22:09 GMT -8
Although Rawkill had left the room by the time Diamonte had spoken to him through the force, the Ewok Jedi Master had heard the man's request and sent back his reply
=Jedi Master Rawkill=
I'll look into it personally...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 20:25:57 GMT -8
Goran watched as the Ewok Jedi and his Commando's left the room, no doubt heading off to attend to their own matters of work within the Temple. Goran's attention then returned to Diamonte as the man rattled off a couple different things that needed to be attended to with the beskar, before Diamonte handed him a contract that formalised the agreement. The fact it was an annual salary was more than enticing, after all, the Mandalorians had only paid him on commissions, since the military usually ensured his travel and transportation of his equipment and so they felt no need to pay him a salary. He gave the dotted lines his signature, before handing the contract back to the Jedi Master
Well, my memory of burial rights are a little rusty, but i'll give it a go. As for the beskar, melting it into ingots will only diminish the metal's quality. At this stage, the metal can only be reforged into different shapes, if you intend to maintain the qualities that make beskar what it is. I will take my leave for now, feel free to contact me when you have the blueprints ready to hand over to me for the armour suit.
With that, Goran rose form the seat and made his way out of the office, before making his way through the Temple to the entrance walk. He wanted to inspect and retrieve his weapons and war droid, before finding a place to sleep at the temple, otherwise he would be too worried about them to get any sleep
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