Seera's Workshop

[Seera Lone]

(Seera's Workshop is on Mandalore, the thread is open for anyone who can safely go there)

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From the outside, anyone could easily spot a pile of junk in an overfilled container with bits and pieces of armors, droids, tank plates. Anything worth salvaging she usually salvages if she has the time to do it, or the credits to trade for it, other mandalorians rarely want 'new' armor, they'd rather pay more and get it repaired than get a new one...somehow she understood them. There are three actual entrance to the main building, one large enough to fit in an AT-TE through, and the other two were conventional automated maglock doors. The doors themselves are reinforced with durasteel plates that she's found or traded for during her times, making them real heavy.

Once the door opens, a draft of warm air exits the building, the first thing someone see's looking inside is a large room, wide and high enough to fit in an AT-TE format armored vehicle to the smallest of speeders. To the far end of the large room, there seems to be a small metal press, and a Beskar forge with tools to work the metal along side it on a table. To the left is a simple door, seemingly leading to a backroom, if someone were to enter there, they would reveal a very messy and oily room, with droids and electronic scraps everywhere, needing to go through a maze of debris to go to the relatively clean chair and overcrowded desk. Another locked door is in that room, which presumably leads to her abode upstairs.

All in all, this workshop resumes the work of her life, there are tools here to worth armor, guns and vehicles, alongside droid assembly and disassembly, she seems to be good enough to work a variety of crafts. The place smells like a workshop and there are tools and gizmos everywhere, anyone entering here with a know how on a craft or a trade requiring crafting would be in a 'crafters heaven' and anyone else would find this place smelly and disorderly.

 

[Rimrald]

A'donii's freighter lethargically came into its landing sequence, slowing its descent and coming onto the landing pad of the apartment complex. A'donii pressed a sequence of buttons, starting the landing process of his ship as it lowered onto the surface of the compound. A'onii opened the cockpit of the freighter, with some cargo attached between the set of mag-locks he dismounted and inspected it; fairly impressed it survived the cargo survived the trip he opened his comm, hailing Seera inside the workshiop he notified her of his haul, some scrap from a space battle between some major players, he had a large deposit of scrap for her crafting needs and fully intended to have his gear improved after the missions they had run together, it never hurt to have better gear in a fight right?

 

[Seera Lone]

Seera was in the second story of the mapped building, her personal quarters, taking in some rest when the comms in her room lit up and came to life, to allow a familiar voice to patch through and deliver her a message. She quickly answered him, obvious joy in her voice. ''Vod! Happy to hear from you, I'm on my way" She dressed a little more appropriately and walked down, seeing the 24/7 workshop still lively with some employee's working on Beskar press, she had tasked them to make plates with scraps she had been brought.

"You two" She ordered, as they looked at her she flicked her fingers in a way that ordered the two repair bots to follow her with their mighty speed. It took her maybe ten minutes to reach the location where A'donii had parked his freighter. She was eager to see the promised shipment but even more eager to meet the man who had assured her safety on more than one occasion. "Zod, I'm glad to see you !" She said, then she lifted her arm and awaited the warrior handshake he had given her on their first mission together.

"Not everyone in the Dominion knows I run a workshop, I'm glad you stopped by !'' She said, making her way towards the freighter assuming she wasn't restricted from going on-board. "Wouah, this'll be one of the biggest shipment I've ever gotten, are you looking for credits, trade...?" She trailed on waiting to see what he was expecting from her. Having her clan at her back in terms of money, and their trust on how to spend it smartly she had quite a bit of leeway when it came to running her workshop. "Considering you said this comes from a major battle, I'll assume its all weighted in tons, and its all Durasteel?"

 

[Rimrald]

Standing atop the cockpit of the Cinargaanar-Class Light Freighter he lit a cigarra, taking a long drag he smiled, for the first time any of his new vod had seen. "Seera, you look good!" He exclaimed while sliding down the sloped nose of the ship, landing on the ground he was in his normal get-up. His armor adorned with purple paint and newly added golden trim around the borders of the plates, to match the newly crafted waist-cape dropping his helmet on the laser cannon he extended his arm to receive the greeting.

"The beauty of this ship is the pilots the only one who goes inside, you pop your cargo in between the back of the ship, you see the bits that kinda form arms." He said motioning to the back of the ship as they walked towards it, pressing a button on the control panel the locks disengaged and the repulsor lifts attached to the bottom of the crate kicked in. Allowing A'donii to push the crate to and fro with ease "The scrap ought to be mostly durasteel, I accidentally jumped into a system in the closing bit of some boys playing rough, so I took it upon me self to round up some goodies." Taking another drag on the cigarra he chuckled and retrieved his helmet "As for payment a bottle of Glengoolie will do us even, I haven't got a problem doing a friend a favor."

 

[Seera Lone]

The seemed amazed at the class of freighter and how it worked, the design was ingenious. Of course she had heard of the design before but had never seen one operate before. She listened to him speak and nodded taking in the details and specs of the ship in her mind. ''Thats very handy for a ship and your life" She'd point out taking the time to see if the ship was in any kind of battle recently.

"Durasteel is very good though, everything's made out of it nowadays, including our armors.." She smiled and took a sample from within a crate to have a good look at it. "Excluding a million details that goes into the armors aside from durasteel" She grinned a little, not willing to reveal her secrets yet. She raised a brow and noted he spoke about payment, she tilted her head questionably and asked him. "You need nothing else than a cold drink? You know, this is worth around, if not more a hundred thousand credits, I could build a small tank with all these" She started lining up the crates on the repulsor pads, preparing them to be transported to her workshop.

"How's your armor holding up?" She'd ask casually, knowing that he was in much harder missions than he was, it might be a bit more damaged than he would let on openly in the public.

 

[Bailey Arterius]

Bailey entered the workshop, looking at the busy workers walking about, handling scraps of metal. She walked up to one of the counters and set her DH-17 down. She anxiously took in her surroundings, glancing out at her ship occasionally. She waited for someone who looked to be in charge to show up, watching the workers while she waited.

 

[Seera Lone]

Seera guided the other mandalorian to her workshop, opening the large hangar door to the insides of the workshop, it took an instant for Seera to notice the other customer at her counter, she pointed to the inner northen wall of the compound and spoke to A'donii. ''Can you please leave em there, I'll see what that's about" She offered a smile. It was obvious in her face that she wasn't expecting anybody today, but things decided to pick up in strength which was a good thing.

She did a small sprint behind her counter and started speaking to the woman in the local tongue, which was Mando'a. "Hello ! How can I help you?" She'd say with an honest smile on her face, hair tied in a pony tail behind her head and a workshop jumpsuit on her body. She lowered her glance and looked at her blaster. "Ah, a DH-17, a trusty weapon, I'm am surprised to see one broken here, whats the matter with it?" She'd say inspecting the weapon.

 

[Rimrald]

As the duo walked guiding the crate A'donii thought for a second
"Well, yea make the payment to Clan Spar than.. Bottle of glengoolie for me still, and yea my beskar needs some work!"
A'donii made his way past a number of droids and workers pushing the crate lightly while stripping off his armor and placing it all in a pile. He got to the corner of the compound as instructed and turned off the repulsor, picking up the pile of beskar he was now only in the flight suit worn under the armor and his pack slung over his shoulders he walked back to the workshop portion where the two women were standing.

 

[Bailey Arterius]

Bailey took a minute and looked at the woman then back at her blaster. She looked around then said in a low voice.
"I'm sorry, i'm really not from around here, I have no idea what you just said. The DH17 is just fine, it's my ship that seems to be the problem, I left it about half a mile from here, I was flying overhead and this was the closest planet to me I had to make a landing. I have no idea what's wrong with it, and no parts. Luckily I walked in this direction and your shop was here. I don't have much to repair my ship with, but I do have some credits I could pay you with along with a load of Frasium. I'm supposed to deliver it, but I really need some help." She looked down from the womans glance, unaware of what might occur next.

 

[Seera Lone]

Seera adapted her language to the one the lady was speaking. "Ah I see" She rose her hand to her chin in a thoughtful manner. "We'll need to bring your ship here and get it inside, can it handle planetary movement or is it fully grounded? I can't give you a price before I take a look at it." She'd say moving away from behind the counter towards the vast empty area looking at A'donii, giving him a sign that the woman was armed, maybe dangerous, in short she wanted him to keep an eye on her. "Do you want to come with us to see this ship of hers?" She'd ask the Man. "We'll discuss payment and shipment after I'm done helping this lass out" With this, she turned towards the woman and moved her hand towards the door. "Lead the way" She'd say waiting for her to show them the ship she wanted her to repair.

 

[Bailey Arterius]

"Yes thank you, it should be right out here" She started to walk towards her YT-2660.

"Last i checked it could handle some planetary movement, but that was about an hour ago."

 

[Rimrald]

After the brief exchange A'donii stood for a moment putting his armor back on and making sure all his weapons and accessories were in the right spots, once done he took to a brief jog to catch up with the duo of ladies heading out of the compound. Throwing his helmet on he couldn't help but assume there was more to the situation than she was letting on, so he pressed the button on his gauntlet leaving the magnetic lock on his blaster disengaged and piped up from behind the duo
"So ma'am, what happened to your ship, and why are you hauling out in this sector?" He was puzzled, the only use he knew for frasium was armor but the cargo didn't worry him what did was the cargo they may not have been informed of.

 

[Bailey Arterius]

"honestly this time I don't know, i'm pretty good at repairing my own ship, but this time systems just started shutting down and I didn't want to try to figure it out while flying it, so i landed in the closest area." She continued to walk and glanced back at the man in shiny armor following behind them.
"Most of the time I just take jobs as i'm offered, don't question what i'm delivering what for, as long as I get paid. I'm sure you know how it is."

 

[Seera Lone]

Was led to the ship of the lady and she waited for the inside door to open. "Probably protocol degradation, if I'm right, you're flight computer could be fried" What she didn't say is that in most cases she was right. All the way there, she sticked nearby to A'donii, Seera wasn't armored, or armed she didn't keep her military things when she was at her workshop, and she was fidgeting her thumb with her finger throughout the way. "If you let me inside, I'll go and have a look" She said offering a smile to the other woman.

"Chances are I know what you need, I can repair it till you make it to core worlds, but I can't probably replace it" Because she probably didn't have the right parts to repair it. At first, she looked at the ship and its condition, and then she remembered to ask the deadly question. "Were you delivering to Mandalorian worlds? Where does your cargo come from?"

 

[Bailey Arterius]

"I was on my way to Jakelia if that counts" She said as she opened the hatch to her ship stepping up and climbing in.
"Normally I don't discuss client business, but I guess I wouldn't have much of a choice right now. He was some private seller, told me to take this shipment to some guy, i think he was associated with the Lone clan. Like I said, I don't ask many questions, I just deliver." She felt bad not being able to give this woman any valid information. But she couldn't compromise the deal, her last shipment had fallen through after being robbed by some Tusken raiders. She just hoped to not say the wrong thing, she wasn't too familiar with local life, and didn't know how they treated outsiders or humans for that matter, whom they sided with the imperials or republic. But from what she's seen the lady seems to be kind, hopefully it'll stay that way.

 

[Rimrald]

Looking at the woman and catching her tone A'donii lifted his helmet off, guessing she wouldn't be any trouble he clipped it onto his pack. Showing his face as a way to put her at ease, quickly pulling his hair back into the tight bun he pulled out the thing metal case and offered forwards a cigarra "Smoke?" ( @Bailey Arterius ) Pulling one out for himself he lit it and took a drag
"Well, I suppose it aint really our business anyway but curiosity is one of mans many vices? We aren't slavers or pirates, we have more honor than-- Well more honor than the slaving bit.." He chuckled and smiled although he was being serious he assumed she wasn't familiar with Mandalorians or their culture but he wouldn't hold it against her.

 

[Bailey Arterius]

She accepted the offer of the cigarra "Sure, thank you." She took the cigarra from him and let out a couple of puffs.
"Yeah of course, I understand, I really appreciate the help though. So what types of stuff goes on around here?" She gestured to the planet around them, seemingly never being here before. She glanced back at the shop, nothing seems to have changed over there.

 

[Seera Lone]

"This is Mandalore, I am Seera Lone, of Clan Lone, and you are stranded in Mandalorian territory." She smiled making her way inside the ship, looking around for the maintenance shaft or the cockpit. ''If you were to deliver your shipment to Clan Lone, well you came to the right place" She'd say, seemingly busy at inspecting the ship, it was obvious that she loved working with things like these.

She turned to A'Donii and chuckled. "We got more honor than most of the galaxy you mean, people just don't seem to have a good grasp at what Mandalorian honor is" She smiled and made her way to the cockpit to inspect the navigation computer.

 

[Bailey Arterius]

"Oh, is the clan lone on this planet? My navigation system must have been off.." She trailed off as she watched the girl work, examining different parts of her ship.
"The name's bailey by the way."

 

[Sreeya]

Talia was, and had always been, one of those people that would rather get repaired armor than new armor entirely. Just because she was Mand’alor now, that didn’t mean habits changed. Her MMC had fit her just right, and she loved the customizations she had made with the added flamethrowers and wrist blades. However, ever since her fight against the former Mand’alor on Coruscant, her armor had taken some massive blows. She half worried that perhaps her set was beyond repair. Talia had done her research to track down various workshops, but this one was known by hearsay alone. Going out on a limb, she decided to give it a shot.

She had landed a distance away from the workshop, the coordinates she was given not quite right. It was very clear this wasn’t a universally known place just yet. Talia didn’t mind, and she hoisted her armor up and began the walk towards the workshop itself. She was adorned in a simple tank top and cargo pants, her full body tattoos on display, along with recently healed wounds from battle. Her hair was tied back in a short ponytail and a cigarra hung from between her lips.

Talia took a few steps when another small piece of her armor clanked to the ground. She sighed in dismay, knowing for sure that whoever was running this workshop would probably tell her to ditch it altogether. With a sliver of hope, Talia kept walking forward, spotting a ship on the way there. Talia came to a pause near it, hearing voices inside. From the looks of it, a woman was investigating a ship. Talia caught a familiar name just before the woman disappeared within the ship, “Oy! Seera Lone!” She hoped the woman heard, “Can you check out my armor after you’re done with the ship? I’m in a bit of a hurry.”