Seera's Workshop

[Seera Lone]

Seera stopped in her tracks when entering the ship as she heard she was called by name. Turning around lowering her head to escape the ship and look at the female who had addressed her. ''Yea?'' She'd shout from afar making sure she was heard from the person hailing her. Hearing her question, Seera stepped down from the ship loading bay, and walking towards the woman, scratching the back of her hair underneath the ponytail when she was finally at speaking distance there seemed to be hesitation in her voice. Was it?.....this was....there was no questioning it....The damage on her armor even confirmed that this was no low life trying to get their armor repaired.

Taking a deep breath, noticing that the Mand'alor was not accompanied, and in a lost part of the workers district, she contained her joy of meeting her and started speaking. Seera had experience with warriors who didn't want to change their armor, it was her work and without question she would never encourage a warrior to change armor even if it was broken down to bits and pieces. "I'll have a look at it right away, miss over there was going to move her ship to my workshop anyway." (@Bailey Arterius) (@Sreeya)

She looked at A'donii with the most serious face she could muster and spoke her words in the clearest manner possible. "Would you accompany our guest at my workshop?" She'd say without feeling the need to tell him-who- the guest was. That in itself was an immeasurable honor for both Mando's present there. (@Rimrald)

With all that said, Seera turned and made her way back to her workshop, it was hard to hide the joy in her steps and demeanor right now, but she tried her best.

 

[Bailey Arterius]

Bailey stood up from leaning on the wall, and went into the cockpit of her ship after closing the latch. She walked up the controls, and parked it just outside of Seera's shop. She got out, and waited inside, flipping a coin.

 

[Rimrald]

Taken back by the appearance of the woman without her armor on, he recognized the voice but not the face. As the three were assembled in the workshop and Bailey was still aboard her ship, A'donii pounded on the ships crew ramp signaling her it was fine to come out.
Producing a new cigarra from the small metal case A'donii lit it and gave Talia a once over then took into consideration the serious tone Seera had taken when she arrived. Thinking nothing of it maybe it was an elder clan member or something, he spotted her armor
"Oh hey, we ran that mission together. How've you been?" Completely oblivious to her identity and new status he didn't know her from any other commando he'd served with. He pushed his bothan-hide waist cape aside and reached into a small pouch on his thigh guard, stowing his lighter and resuming his casual stance waiting for Bailey to come out.

 

[Sreeya]

Talia was more than happy to realize this Seera woman was quick to act. She nodded in response waiting for the others to step forth so she could follow them to the workshop. As she began to walk, a familiar man stepped up. His words caused a faint grin, and she felt a slight pang of guilt at lying about her identity before. Truth was, her name carried far too much weight on missions and had the possibility of jeopardizing things. On top of that, she carried a hefty bounty atop her head from Sith.

She began to step forward, another piece of armor falling off. Talia growled in frustration, carrying more than she could muster with broken pieces. As A’donii addressed her, Talia took a long drag from her cigarra, blowing the smoke out through her nostrils, “Doing great, man. Still recovering from the Coruscant mess, but will manage. You?"

Talia awkwardly gathered up her armor and continued to walk, grimacing as more bits of armor began to fall, “Say, think you can you help me carry some of this?”

 

[Seera Lone]

Seera hurried to the help of the woman, picking piece by piece with increasing admiration, this was the Mand'alor's armor...in pieces but still ! "Sure, I'll help no problem" She said, picking the pieces and coming in to the humble workshop with everyone, rushing to her counter where she'd leave the bits and pieces she picked up along the way.

She eyed the incoming ship and spoke to them in huttese signaling them to open the hangar door to allow the ship to dock inside. She turned to the woman, and to A'donii and she wanted to face palm, but then she was rather jealous that he had the honor of fighting besides the Mand'alore. "If you'd take of your armor, I could give it a once over and tell you the work I'll do to restore it to fighting condition." She smiled and as inspected the small fragments of armor she had on her counter and her joy was hard to contain, even with all the meaning they carried.

Behind the counter, a pristine Mandalorian armor was sitting on a display case, the main parts of the armor were blue with the underline orange, she left it on display to show her skill as a smith and what she could do with armors of any kind, but also it showed that she was not only a smith, she had taken up the mandalorian duty to heart and had decided fighting. She eyed A'donii, waiting for his reply, he still seemed oblivious as to whom he was speaking and she tried to convey the message in more and more obvious ways.

 

[Rimrald]

Coruscant... Dirty looks, familiar voice. No he was positive he hadn't slept with her before, still unaware of the connection aside from the mission he picked up armor pieces and took what Talia handed him helping her carry the armor. Taking a drag off of his cigarra he turned back to Seera "Hey by chance do you have a paint guy or lady? I had a design I wanted to do on the chest plate" looking down at his equipment. "So what do you think the new mand'alor will do as her first action in 'office' " he said trying to break the weird silence coming from Seera.

 

[Sreeya]

Talia decided to take a seat near A’donii, placing all her gear on the counter. She quietly puffed on her cigarra for a moment, taking in her surroundings. Her thoughts were far away for the time being, still on her meeting with the Prime Minister. He had all but thrust the role onto her, and she felt as if a crushing weight were on her shoulders already. She would have to make an official public address to ‘her people’, a concept that was alien to her.

Talia had never been one to lead people. She had always been branded as some sort of war hero when she was with the Republic, but even that didn’t give her the responsibility of leading a war effort. With the coming days, she knew the Mandalorians had made enemies of the Republic. Despite her actions, it was a Mandalorian fleet that breached through to Coruscant. There was a lot on her mind, and she was fading in and out of her current circumstances.

As she looked at all the models of armor crafted already, Talia made a mental note to make this her one stop shop for the future. The fact that the woman had offered to repair her armor was a great sign. Talia grinned at Seera, “Tell me what I owe you. I’ll pay anything to have my old armor restored.”

That was when A’donii spoke up, eliciting a raised eyebrow. Talia decided to nod in agreement, “Hopefully whatever the Mand’alor does she gets a move on, because this war isn’t waiting around for anyone,” She took another long drag from her cigarra, “I hear the Mand’alor can be a real bitch too. Says so on her bounty at least. Wouldn't want to meet her anytime soon.” Talia offered Seera a playful wink.

 

[Seera Lone]

Seera was bubbling, with joy of meeting her Mand'alore, and rage towards A'donii's lack of common etiquette, she wondered for a moment if he was making fun of her, maybe that was it, he knew the Mand'alor personally, and he hadn't told her. Repairing the woman's armor would cost quite a bit, Phrik was -very- hard to come by, let alone the the armorplast. She rose a hand to her chin and looked at the armor, small pieces falling as she manipulated it. She spread evenly all the pieces on her counter, putting all the small little pieces in their place, even the ones that fell to the ground.

Raising a hand to her chin to think while looking at it. She knew she could recycle the phrik, it was bent at best, but the armorplast plates were going to be needing to be fully repaired, considering the hardened ceramic was falling into pieces. That's when the Mand'alor spoke of payment and almost instinctively she rose both of her hands and shook her head. "I wouldn't dare to make you pay ! Choosing my shop was good enough for me and my clan." Those were her true feelings obviously, she didn't say that because she wanted favors or anything else, it was a dream come true to meet a Mand'alor, something that drove her onward in her belief.

That's when A'donii spoke, and she snapped at him like only a Mandalorian woman could, smashing her fist against the counter, shaking the armor laying ontop of it. "I don't know why don't you ask her!?" She'd say in an aggressive manner, before looking away, feeling a bit guilty that she snapped at her friend like that, even more so when she noticed she spoke at the same time as her Mand'alor, a panoply of emotions rose through her chest, both of her hands rose to her mouth with her eyes darting between the pair. Between disrespecting her friend in front of the mand'alor, and speaking at the same time as the Mand'alor, she didn't know how to feel, and wanted to be melting away right now.

The lower ranked female then looked at the pair and noticed how much of an idiot she seemed like right now. "I'm sorry.." she'd say not knowing how to fix this situation.

 

[Bailey Arterius]

Bailey had walked in just as that happened to have happened and did a small smile and wave as she leaned against a counter adjacent to them. She took out a map and started marking out the best route to her next dealer.

 

[Rimrald]

"That's the... You're the... Mand'alor" the cigarra dropping from his mouth he was dumbstruck, quickly undoing his utility belt and detaching his waist-cape. Holding it forwards and bowing his head the golden inlay and intricate design that bordered the Bothan hide waist-cape "Uh uh uh, this is from a bothan officer that I killed with my own hands for the glory of mandalore and I wish to present it to you." He closed his eyes tightly praying she wouldn't take his head off for his insolence "I didn't know, and this was fashioned by the best craftsman in my Clan."

 

[Sreeya]

Talia had to bite back a laugh as the entire encounter became an abrupt cluster. Seera was clearly upset at her friend’s behavior around Talia. Talia herself didn’t concern herself with formal courtesies associated with her title. She was sitting here in a tank top smoking a cigarra. The only reason she wasn’t snorting spice off the counter was to show some semblance of professionalism. Keeping a grin on her face, she waved her hand to gesture to Seera that it was quite all right.

She looked to A’donii as he removed the waist-cape, presenting it to her. Talia couldn’t help but laugh quietly, “If you took it from the Bothan officer, you’ve earned it. It’s your reward to keep, so I wouldn’t dare take that from you,” It was true. Talia shifted slightly to show him three saberhilts on her hip, each to signify a trophy. One belonged to the former Dark Lord of the Sith. She tapped on the hilt, “I’d never hand these off to anyone, so keep your cape.”

Talia fished out a pack of cigarras, holding it out to him, “You dropped yours, so take one,” She turned her attention back to Seera then, “Very well about the payment. I have some ideas in mind for you in exchange anyway.” Talia looked around the entire workshop, committing the place to memory, “Do you have enough help to run this place?”

 

[Seera Lone]

Seera regained her composure, still a bit flustered by the situation. Finally, she was happy to see A'donii pay the respects to the Mand'alor, even if Seera had gone through alot of effort not to say it openly in the streets, luckily they were in closed walls in the company of an outsider and droids. She lowered herself behind her counter to open a compartment hidden underneath. Taking ice cold glass mugs out and laying them on the counter, quickly accompanied by a bottle of affordable Mandalorian beer for each one of them at the counter.

She smiled as the Mand'alor brought back the payment again, it would be rude to refuse her a second time. " I look forward to it !" She'd say with an pleased nod. Seera tried the best of her ability to take Talia as a 'mandalorian' and not as THE mand'alor, specially while she was in her workshop right now. The onlooking Mand'alor could easily see that the personel was a pair of repair droids, working their way through pieces electronic scrap. One of them, spoke in the usual binary noises as he lifted as piece of junk victoriously over his head. Seeing that, Seera escaped from the confines of her counter to go and inspect the piece with a careful eye. She then ventured towards Bailey with the piece in hand, the repair droid trying to take it back from her.

"This should temporarily fix your problem, if you're in a hurry it'll buy you about six light speed jump, tops." She looked at the piece, it probably had more life in it than that, but didn't want to risk the womans life. "I'll sell this piece to you for five hundred credits, installed and ready to go" She smiled, it was a good deal even if the piece was junk, by Mandalorian standards, work was never undervalued by Seera Lone.

 

[Bailey Arterius]

"That would be perfect thank you" She reached into her bag and pulled out 500 credits.
"I understand you said earlier if I was making a shipment to the Lone clan this was the correct place? Would you be able to point me in that direction?"
She smiled at the little droid reaching for the piece of scrap metal.

 

[Rimrald]

Taking the cigarra from Talia, he let his despair go taking his waist-cape back. Lighting the cigarra he let it dangle from his mouth as he reattached the waist-cape and put the utility belt back on. He picked up the beer and cracked the cap off pouring it into the glass, taking a sip. Pointing to the lightsabres "That's one collection you've got going hopefully I can continue to add to mine" with that he leaned on the counter Seera and Bailey exchanged words "If you need a hand with anything Bailey was it? Just let me know."

 

[Bailey Arterius]

Bailey looked up from her map. "I'll be sure to. Thanks" She said and smiled at him. She looked back out at her ship, tracing her finger over the map.

 

[Seera Lone]

Seera nodded to the woman. "Just unload it here, I'll have someone pick it up later, in most cases it was probably my order anyway' She'd say walking in the ship. "I'm going to plug this in, and you'll be dandy" She offers a smile while picking up the credits and she walks inside the ship to work on some unrevealed part of the ship's interior, to replace a part of the nav computer with this piece she just bought.

A few minutes after she'd come out, hands covered in what seemed to be grease or something of the sort, she rubbed them together and looked at Bailey. "Alright, you're good to go" She'd say walking back to the counter picking up a cloth. After making her way back to behind the counter, she herself would get a cold Mandalorian beer and look at the broken down armor. "This, will take some time, I'll work on this right away" She says looking at A'donii's armor too. "Get yours off too, I'll get a move on and work on both at the same time."

 

[Rimrald]

A'donii couldn't help but raise an eyebrow "Oh both at the same time, I didn't take you for someone like that." With a chuckle he began removing his armor pieces, some scratches and dents present but no serious damage to the naked eye but someone versed in armor smithng could definitely find some deficiencies.
"Hey so, paint I asked about earlier you got a paint guy? Or well droid..?" He produced two little color sheets, one with the shade of gold and one with the shade or purple he had mentioned before. Taking another sip of the beer he made a noise as if impressed with it "Reminds me of Pabst Blue Rodia."