Kell sat in the back of his Kom’rk class shuttle where his little gun smithing workshop was. Before him were the pieces of his mother’s beloved TL-50 heavy repeater. He got to work, assembling something he saw in his head.
This would be a new mountain to climb, making this weapon would be the top of any Everest he’s climbed. As sparks flew and metal cooled, Kell thought about his mother. His foster parents told him of how she never missed unless she wanted to, how her resolve in a fight was unnerved. Kell wanted to speak to her. He wanted to ask a million questions. The young Mandalorian could almost see her through the bits of smoke and fire he created while he rebuilt a new weapon in her name and honor.
Kell was not wearing his father’s armor. It was set aside on the work table for a new color job. Even his helmet looked back at him through the shining t-visor he looked through for so long. He wasn’t going to hide in the shadows any longer. His father didn’t. His father was said to have been right up in the enemies face in the colors of black and blue. Today, Kell wanted to stand out a little more. He didn’t need anymore cover from the shadows. His skills would be his shield in combat as his buir’s was. He wanted to watch him fight. He wanted to listen to his locker speeches he heard so much about.
His weapon was almost finished. Kell adjusted to the lightweight frame so he could run around with it at ease. After shortening the length and expanding the barrel, he some modifications to the ignition so the spiked explosive slugs it lobbed would fly in a straight line for a good one hundred fifty meters or so before it self-exploded. The weapon was grenade launcher of sorts. Built with an ascension cable and a 1.5x acog sighting. He looked at a horned skull of a beast his mother had taken down that he kept as a little something to remember her by. He took his vibro dagger and cleanly worked away until he had the horns neatly cut off. One of the horns was broken, but he still wanted them both on his helmet.
Hours later, he finished adjusting his helmet to don the horns he mounted along with finishing up on the grenade launcher he made himself. Now, it was time to change up the coloring of his armor. Kell was a new man. A new Mandalorian. A new Ruus’alor for his people to look to. He was new and alive and willing.
White and orange.
While Kell began spraying his armor, he remembered to keep his Death Watch insignias- but this time, they’d be in black.
This would be a new mountain to climb, making this weapon would be the top of any Everest he’s climbed. As sparks flew and metal cooled, Kell thought about his mother. His foster parents told him of how she never missed unless she wanted to, how her resolve in a fight was unnerved. Kell wanted to speak to her. He wanted to ask a million questions. The young Mandalorian could almost see her through the bits of smoke and fire he created while he rebuilt a new weapon in her name and honor.
Kell was not wearing his father’s armor. It was set aside on the work table for a new color job. Even his helmet looked back at him through the shining t-visor he looked through for so long. He wasn’t going to hide in the shadows any longer. His father didn’t. His father was said to have been right up in the enemies face in the colors of black and blue. Today, Kell wanted to stand out a little more. He didn’t need anymore cover from the shadows. His skills would be his shield in combat as his buir’s was. He wanted to watch him fight. He wanted to listen to his locker speeches he heard so much about.
His weapon was almost finished. Kell adjusted to the lightweight frame so he could run around with it at ease. After shortening the length and expanding the barrel, he some modifications to the ignition so the spiked explosive slugs it lobbed would fly in a straight line for a good one hundred fifty meters or so before it self-exploded. The weapon was grenade launcher of sorts. Built with an ascension cable and a 1.5x acog sighting. He looked at a horned skull of a beast his mother had taken down that he kept as a little something to remember her by. He took his vibro dagger and cleanly worked away until he had the horns neatly cut off. One of the horns was broken, but he still wanted them both on his helmet.
Hours later, he finished adjusting his helmet to don the horns he mounted along with finishing up on the grenade launcher he made himself. Now, it was time to change up the coloring of his armor. Kell was a new man. A new Mandalorian. A new Ruus’alor for his people to look to. He was new and alive and willing.
White and orange.
While Kell began spraying his armor, he remembered to keep his Death Watch insignias- but this time, they’d be in black.