[Closed] A New Weapon

[Sisk_Renelo]

Sisk moved through the halls of The Brave Blood at a steady pace, lost in thought. The war was taxing heavily on his mind, and the thoughts of good vode dying for another faction worried the Sol'yc Cabur to no end. Although the Mandalorians were winning, Reports came in daily from battlefields, and the roll of the dead was increasing in number by the hundreds.

Sisk had been on the front lines, fighting for his people. He had placed bullets in enemy generals heads through assassination, and had done much of the dirty work in an effort to bring this war to a close. But it wasn't fast enough. To that end, Sisk had made a call to A'den Fett, and had requested he meet him here, in the forge at the heart of the great ship. His second's battleship had appeared not half an hour ago, and now drifted gracefully next to his, a pair of sharks in the waters of space.

The old rivalry between Sisk and A'den had been strong, but they had forged peace in the last year, and Sisk had come to count on the man not only as a vod, but as a friend. And today Sisk would make a request of that friendship. He had it in mind to forge his own crushgaunts, and only A'den had the experience he needed. The Requisitioned supply of Beskar had arrived only the day before, and now sat on a pedestal in the middle of the forge.

As he waited for A'den, Sisk removed his helmet and gloves, and began to stoke the fire at the heart of the forge. Today would be trying, but if he succeeded, immensely rewarding.

 

[Apollyon]

A’den Fett had been summoned by his former rival turned friend, Sisk Renelo; the Sol'yc Cabur. The battleship Ures A’den slowly drifted alongside the truly massive Destroyer known as the Kotep Tal or “Brave Blood” in basic. The battleship finally came to a rest, an airlock was established between the two ships, allowing the warriors inside to freely walk between the two vessels to visit and celebrate with one another.

A’den walked through the airlock, his white armor polished to near perfection, his helmet was left in his quarters, a lit cigarette was pressed between his lips, and a bottle of bootleg 190 proof liquor gripped in his hand. A’den had been asked to help his brother Sisk in the creation of Beskar Crushgaunts, a pair similar to what he had once made for himself. Making his way through the airlock was difficult due to vode greeting each other with handshakes and war stories; the sight brought a small smile to A’den’s face, this was truly a family.

After a few fleeting moments A’den pressed through the crowd, his squadmate and lover Cassy at his heels. As the pair walked A’den felt her hand gently slide inside of his only free hand, he smiled slightly but never made eye contact with the woman; he couldn’t, he was hiding something from everyone that would break them if he spoke of it. Cancer, A’den had been suffering internally from it for roughly a year now; although it was still in its early stages A’den had decided to leave it untreated, this way he could die a death he chose instead of one that was handed to him. Cassy however was hiding something from A’den as well, she had known for roughly five weeks that she with his child, and she was carrying his heir.

The pair entered the Forge area, the smell of a burning furnace brought a small smile to A’den’s face; he paused to place the bottle of liquor on the small table near the door before greeting his brother.

Su cuy'gar! A’den greeted Sisk with a laugh as he reached for Sisk’s arm.

Ibic ner cyare, Cassandra. A’den introduced with a small smile.

Cassandra reached out to grasp Sisk's hand before silently sitting down, she hadn't come to drink with her lover but simply enjoy his mirth and the atmosphere he created around brethren. Although A'den was a rough man, he had become an exemplary warrior, and loved all of his brothers and sisters found inside of the Clans; despite the slights they had given him. It was for these reasons she loved A'den with everything inside of her, she was proud to be carrying his child despite their lack of marriage and proud to call him her own.

A’den then took the last drag off of his cigarette and then extinguished the smoldering butt on the armorweave covering found on his palm. His green eyes were filled with life as he reached for the bottle and poured three glasses of the strong liquor, forging anything was a celebration in A’den’s eyes and thus usually involved plenty of alcohol and laughter.

So tell me vod, what am I working with today? A’den asked as he sipped his glass of alcohol.

Spoiler: Translations

Your Alive!

This is my beloved,

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Sisk smiled warmly as he gripped A'den's arm. "Those things will kill you, vod. Just as dead as an enemies bolt." When he took Cassandra's arm, he greeted her with enthusiasm, and welcomed her to his own. But the touch had revealed something that wasn't her. It was a presence, inside. "A baby..." Sisk could sense it clearly, but he decided to keep it to himself. After all, If A'den wanted him to know, he'd tell him. Sisk reached for the alcohol, and held it up to the firelight, admiring the ruddy light through the liquor. He took a sip, and pointed at the beskar. "Fresh from the mines. I was assured by the courier it was from the hardest vein found in almost a century." The alcohol had hit his throat, and Sisk coughed as it burned its way down. "That's strong." He thumped his chest, and sucked in some air. "I never drank when I was with the Jedi, and I guess I just haven't gotten used to it."

The beskar gleamed dully in the light from the forge, a hypnotic effect. Sisk motioned towards it with his glass, and shook his head slowly. "I'm skilled enough to work it into armor, but crushgaunts are just to far beyond my scope. I need your expertise."

 

[Apollyon]

A’den ignored Sisk’s comment about his cigarette; he obviously knew the implications of his horrible habit, first hand unfortunately. His silence was cut by Sisk’s explanation of the pure Beskar, it was a beautiful sight to see; once this metal was commonplace on Manda'yaim, but now it was so rare that it was rationed or fused with more base metals. Perhaps this is why the Mandalorian war machine had trouble gaining steam initially, it’s most prized weapon had been ripped from its clutches and the Clans had to adapt to a new form of fighting without it. A’den stared at the ore as it began to melt in the super-heated flames, it was a sight A’den had almost forgotten and a smell he had missed, pure Beskar melting into a moldable form. This serene silence was broken by the sudden sputtering of Sisk as he took his first sip of A’den’s potent brew.

Ret laandur gal projor ca'nara vod? A’den joked but not before giving Sisk a hearty slap to his back to ensure the man got the liquor down.

A’den then turned and poured both himself and Cassandra a glass of the liquor, A’den didn’t notice the fact Cassandra hadn’t reached for his glass before he turned his attention to Sisk and his beskar. Excitement rushed through A’den’s veins as he listened to Sisk’s request, excitement mixed with anticipation. It had been nearly a decade since A’den had forged his old Crushgaunts, although his mind remembered how to complete the task, A’den worried his hands would fumble during the wiring of the weapons.

Vod, you honor me. A’den replied before tipping his glass up and draining the potent liquor.

The burn caused A’den to exhale sharply; it had been a while since he had drunk anything this strong. Slowly A’den removed his gauntlets and slipped on the forging gloves, their heavy leather would protect his hands better than his combat gloves. However, A’den knew instinctively it would be some time before the metal was ready to be poured into individual casts and forged. First the slag had to separate from the raw ore, this process could take a few hours and in the meantime A’den would teach Sisk how to wire his weapons.

Akaanir par jag kaysh morut'yc par tuur muun'bajir bah akaanir kaysh vencuyanir darasuum. Bring me the wires, you will be wiring, I will be teaching you how. A’den explained with a nod as he poured yet another glass of the harsh booze.

Spoiler: Translations

Ret laandur gal projor ca'nara vod?
Perhaps a weaker alcohol next time brother?

Akaanir par jag kaysh morut'yc par tuur muun'bajir bah akaanir kaysh vencuyanir darasuum.

Fight for a man once, he is safe for the day; teach him how to fight and he will persevere eternally.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

"At least it's not slicing. I can do wiring. Took me a while to get the hang of it. My first lightsaber took me four tries.But since then I've been pretty good at finding the right paths." Sisk picked up the wires, miniaturized power supplies, and the motors for the gauntlets, and sat down at a nearby table, pulling close a soldering iron and adjusting his eye for magnification.

He leaned over and aligned the wires, and began to form the links, a small puff of smoke rising from each touch of the iron. He measured his arm with the eye before he cut the wires, leaving just a bit for slack. Soon a rough simulacrum of a gauntlet began to take shape in front of him, and as he worked, he occasionally threw glances up, his gaze flicking between A'den and Cassandra. When A'den looked over, Sisk jerked his head towards her.

"So how long have you two been together? I haven't heard anything being said by the vode."

 

[Apollyon]

A’den watched Sisk working on the wiring carefully occasionally correcting the younger warrior’s method on his soddering work or telling him a more effective method of wiring the circuitry. Despite this fact A’den often turned to tend to the molten beskar, shifting the slag from the metal to ensure its purity. After a few moments A’den noticed the glances between himself and Cassandra, a small smile appeared on his face, he knew the man’s question before it even escaped his lips.

His eyes returned to Cassandra as he parted his mouth to answer in a tender voice. Cassandra was one of the few reasons his heart continued beating during the depths of battle simply to return to her, she was his cyare, the love of his life. He absorbed the sight of her brilliant red hair, her blue eyes, her slender frame; a small smile across his face as he answered Sisk’s question.

Not all affairs are known by the public eye Sisk, it was both of our decision to leave our personal lives just as it should be, private. A’den explained before pausing.

But if you must know she and I have loved one another before Fett rose to the height it is now, since we were younger warriors. A’den revealed with a small smile.

After this short moment A’den turned to the beskar again, the metal had nearly finished expelling the slag that was found in its depths, soon the truly challenging task would begin. A’den removed the remaining slag from the molten metal and motioned for Sisk to bring the bottom half castes of the gauntlets to him. They would forge the top halves when the wires had been finished and inserted, but for now A’den would work the metals with his aged and skilled hands, he would form a masterpiece for Sisk.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Sisk grunted in agreement as he zoomed his eye in to handle some of the more delicate tasks. "And all we'd heard was that A'den Fett cared for nothing except glory. It's good though. Everyone needs something to keep them fighting. You have Cassandra, and I have the future." Sisk set the iron down and picked up the wiring delicately, and measured it against his arm. "Perfect fit. Now all I have to do is make another one." With gentle movements, Sisk laid out his work and picked up the second bundle of components.

The iron sparked to life again, and Sisk began his work anew. Every now and again he would place it to the side, and take a sip of the liquor A'den had brought. And every time, he coughed. But it was getting easier.