Ask Nar Shaddaa The Mandalorian Forge

[Dregg Starr]

The Mandalorian Forge
On Nar Shadaa in the middle of all the hustle and bustle of Hutta Town there sits a store. In bright neon lights a sign reads The Mandalorian Forge. In the shop window a sign describes all the services the shop provides: Armour, custom weapons, repairs, beskar, anything you need from a Mandalorian Armorer. The store wasn't part of the shanty towns but was a quality building which had been bought with bounty hunting money. Inside the store stood the Mandalorian Armorer himself, Dregg Starr, his Mandalorian armour displayed proudly behind him. He didn't often wear his armour anymore, only sometimes when duty called. If any Mandalorian needed help he would often go find them and help them out with anything. Today had been a slow day, he did repairs on a gun for a so called 'Up and coming' bounty hunter who he knew he'd see dead on the holonet in a few weeks time. He was often cynical of those who boasted so much, often viewing them as all blaster and no head. Sometimes he liked to spin popular Mandalorian phrases in his own little way. A form of keeping himself occupied whilst getting into old age. The Mandalorian sighed as he wiped down the counter of his store, he always anticipated one of his own coming through the door. In fact he enjoyed it immensely, talking with others of his creed though he didn't often get the chance. He stroked his grey beard as he watched the door, hoping for more service. His emerald green eyes watching carefully for the door to move even an inch. On an average day he didn't get much service, but the service he did get through the year satisfied his credit needs. Sometimes he'd get a large ask from one of the Hutt clans or a gang member needing more custom guns, he often upped his price when dealing with criminals. His weaponry, armour and other forges were renowned for their high quality and people knew they were in good hands when they came to him.​

 

[Rynn Itera]

Nar Shaddaa was a hell hole, and one that the young Rynn tended to avoid. All it ever seemed to bring was more issues, headaches, and often less credits than promised. It was here where the Mandalorian had come across the wizards and their religious wars, the same wizards that would lead him to Nara and the force knew how much the Mandalorian had missed that Jedi.

Things had been rough since he had parted ways from the core, one job from the next, riskier and riskier assignments, and it seemed the young kid was closer to death more days than he could count. To top it off, his health seemed worse, the coughing and aches seemed to be coming back more and more; a product of taking no time to rest.

His last job, a job on Ord Cestus had gone south, and he had been betrayed--his armor shot and beaten beyond repair, Rynn had been lucky to escape with his life. Laying low, the Mandalorian needed to find a place to rest, and he felt that the smuggler's moon would provide just that.

As he made his way across the Hutta town, he found a flashing sign and the familiar advert of what appeared to be a Mandalorian. The Mandalorian Forge, heh... The bounty hunter coughed beneath his helmet, If it's a fake, I'll simply show them what it means to be a Mandalorian.

Stepping towards the door he saw an older man, completely unarmored, beneath the T-Visor, Rynn would wheeze, "Where did you steal that armor?"

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[Dregg Starr]

Dregg Starr
The old Mandalorian watched the door eagerly and eventually his wishes came true and another Mandalorian stepped through the door, before he could greet the man he listened to a familiar question and laughed heartily. Once in a while a Mandalorian would step through the doors and ask that question, sometimes an aruetyc would ask it too. "Su cuy'gar, Mando" Dregg started, he thought it was always good to speak a bit of Mando'a to these types of Mandalorians. He reckoned the man who stood before him was possibly a Child of the Watch, there was many of them out there. They were generally the ones who accused him of theft as they almost never leave their armour. "Look kid, I don't wear my Beskar'gam when I'm working shop, it gets a little too hot under the alloy for an old man like myself." He said squinting at the hands of the Mandalorian before him before analysing the rest of him. His armour was pretty beat up and needed repairs, it wasn't clear if it was Beskar or not. Armour that beat up, you wouldn't be able to tell what it was made of, but Dregg reckoned it was some durasteel alloy like his own armour. "Your beskar'gam has seen better days, but you don't strike me as the type to remove your helmet in front of people." He said nodding at him. Dregg sighed, he would get these types once in a blue moon, they were often tricky to work with because of their reluctance to take off their helmet in front of another. But if something needed fixing it needed fixing and Dregg couldn't exactly fix it properly whilst it was on the younger Mando. "So, are you gonna get your armour fixed or are you gonna try to shoot the place up? Because I got to tell ya, shooting the place up isn't the best of ideas" He said tilting his head towards the faded blaster marks on the walls behind him. He had plenty of people try to fire at him before, sometimes they'd fire at him because they couldn't pay for their sparkly new blaster, other times it was because of this exact same situation. Dregg always kept his prized and customised A280C blaster rifle under the shop counter incase someone started blasting at him, although it was rare that ever happened.

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