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.
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.