Log:Log: Mandalorian Revivers: Introduction package
OOC Date: Dec 15, 2019 (Optional)
Location: Malachor
Participants: Narsai Ordo, Maeti, Navi Kryze
Navi, kneeling in the back of the hold next to her partly-dismantled armor, a brush and a gasket in her hands, looks up at the sound of the locks. "Who's there?" she calls softly, standing and palming one of her pistols. At the sight of Maeti, she slips the weapon back into its holster and smiles. "Welcome aboard the Malachor. Hope you brought a compass, 'cause this ship is pretty big compared to Thunderheart," she teases gently.
Narsai wasn't aboard the Thunderheart, but it wasn't that hard to guess the short list of other places she might be. Today? It was aboard the Malachor. The sight of the redhead woman dressed in her armor wasn't exactly a rare one, but her helmet was clipped to her waist as her gloved hands currently work at the ties holding her crimson locks back in place. "You letting people onto my baby without telling me now Navi?" she speaks, a grin on her lips. Seems she'd walked in just in time to hear the exchange before nodding her head at the arriving Maeti.
Maeti offers a small chuckle to that as well as a nervous grin. "It is a larger ship indeed." She glances away from Navi and back to her holo. "She might continue to work for a bit longer. But fixing the rest is above my current skills. Never knew I'd miss old Reth, our Goran." Then the Mand'lore makes her presence know. Her frame straightens a little as her cheeks darken a bit as she glances around for the controls again to close things up. "Sorry, got a holo to show myself here. Thought maybe it was to have your goran go over what's left of my beskar'gam." She lightly rests a hand almost protectively against hte side of her usual knapsack.
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"Oh! Narsai... you almost scared me there," Navi says, blushing at her startlement. "And I had thought you had provided her invitation aboard, so I saw no problem with greeting her," she continues, slightly nervously. "I'm sorry if I misguessed..." She gives Maeti and her knapsack a sympathetic look. "Maybe we can get her armor looked at? Some of our people are techs. Though from what I've seen, they may be at work for some time on this one."
Noting Maeti's struggle to find the ramp controls, Navi jogs over to secure the cargo lock and ramp. "Here... let me get that," she says softly. "Not sure why these aren't mounted closer to the ramp, but I didn't design the ship, so... I don't know. She's served us well, though."
"I figure I'll forgive you," Narsai jests lightly at the blonde woman before shrugging. "Assuming you managed to replace your pants." She actually gives the other woman a wink before she moves over towards the nearby work bench, one that had seen her own tinkering many times in the past. "By all means sister," she offers with a gesture of her gloved hand. "Show me the damage, we will see what we can do."
Maeti chuckles softly as she shakes her had, "They seem to think that anything this big is ging to have a full load team, with a load-master to stand next to the button and if set up for assault a crew mount." She inclines her head to Narsai as she bites her lower lip and steps over to start unloading. The first pice is the helmet that she's been seen working on more tha na few times already. The T-visor has been replaced and sealed, but the surface shows that recenty it was through a very warm time. Carbon scores fused into the conposit to a depth of at least half the thickness. The melt patterns leave waves across the whole of the left side. The right antena has bene replaces as well with something salvaged for the moment. Maeti offers softly, "She was my name-sakes before mine and passed down." The following plates all show that if she was wearing the armor at the time of detonation, she was standing in the heart of the blast. "The fireball caught up with the ejection seat."
"Wellllll... I haven't found them /yet/... but I did leave my old desert coat aboard this ship, so I'm properly covered now until I finish cleaning and replacing the seals on my armor," Navi replies, blushing faintly and moving to watch as Narsai and Maeti go to work on the armor. She winces in sympathy at the mention of the damage to the helmet, and how it gained it. "Yikes... you're lucky to be alive, after that!" she muses, awestruck, resisting an urge to hug the Mirialan tightly.
"Well, the Deathwatch we took it from had some interesting ideas about design...and decorating," Narsai comments, shaking her head. "You should have seen the throne, it actually had skulls on it and everything." The woman pauses, crossing her arms over her chest while she leans to look over the twisted metal and exhales a breath. "Mandalorian Iron then? I still see some durasteel now and then."
Maeti eyes what remains of her armor and nods, "I believe it was. Though I am thinking now it needs a good goran to see if she can either be fixed or used to craft anew. She has history and life. I know I owe her mine a dozen times over" She slips off her gantlet and adds it to the pile that's growing as she slowly lays out the pieces from top to bottom on the bench. Each piece carefully unwrapped and placed as if she were laying out the history of her line. "The Death Watch had odd thoughts about many things. They were why Clan Distayre was so far out when the call came. We had bene chasing down a rumour of there still being some activity in the Unexplored Regions, so were out searching." The majority of the damage seems to be to the left side of the armor. Edges twisted and scored. The kute comes out last showing where there were some burn throughs in places. Pieces of bacta dressings still clinging along the thigh.
Navi shivers each time the Death Watch name is mentioned. "That throne was /disgusting/... I still have a hard time looking at where it was," she murmurs. "My Clan and the Death Watch weren't on the best of terms, either." She winces in sympathy as the armor is laid out, especially as she sees the bacta dressing bits on the damaged kute. "You're /definitely/ lucky to be alive. I'm not sure I would've survived that," she says, reverently.
Maeti's lips twitch a little as she runs a finger down the rippled thigh plate. "She saved me. Think this is from the edge of the port not blowing free correctly." She snaps back to herself with a shake and groan. "Sorry. It is history now. But it has been a while since I had her fully out." She reahes down to pull off her magboots to finish out the full armor, or what's left of one on the bench. Her IDent diamond going on last nestling between the chest plates. She glances to you both and offers a sad smile, "Don't get to see many in this state, I hope. I have a suit of S1, but did not think it would be respectful to wear it to our meetings."
Navi looks down at the armor sadly. Then, impulsively, she hugs Maeti gently, a gesture of support and solidarity during what can only be a heartrending moment for the Mirialan. "That's for Mandalore to decide. But I was allowed to wear ordinary clothes and common body armor until I'd earned my own beskar'gam, for what that may be worth," she adds softly, just before releasing her. "Then again, I had been with them from pretty early on. We didn't even have this ship back then."
Maeti nods slightly to that as she wiggles her toes in her stockings. Rainbow toesies-stockings for those looking, a girls just gotta sometimes, after all. "I've saving up for a solid replacement that will at least hold in an atmo when there is need. As well as a replacement for the clan-ship that..." She trails off as she looks back to the armor. "Honor depands it." she whispers.
Navi stifles a giggle as she notices Maeti's stockings. "Those are /so cute/," she observes, sobering as the replacements come up. "Honor demands it," she whispers, nodding. "If I can help, I will. What sort of ship was it?"
Maeti's attention comes away from her pride as she blushes, "Hmm? Oh, Buir called it a whistling duck. I'm not sure if it was his idea of a joke, or if he started calling it that after I started flying close support while he lead the troops on the ground. The 'Vortox Sim'olan' was a moddified Landing craft. Similar to the Heartbreaker a few berths over. Though I have been looking into the AIAT/i's as well. A better hold for running cargo or troops. And it can still fill the close support role where there is a need."
"Hmmmmm... I'm not really familiar with landing craft, beyond our own Gauntlets. And not really those. I've just ridden aboard them," Navi confesses. "I'm only an amateur pilot, really. I can do those duties, but others do them much better. And I have a small ship, but it's mostly for emergencies, when we need a small ship not associated with our people. It seldom ever leaves its berth, truth be told."
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Maeti ahhs softly as she glances from Navi to Narsai and back. "I think I've spent more time at the controls of a ship than I have looking down hte sights of a blaster. I earned my name-sake's beskar'gam through piloting close support for a few rough landings. though we also did quite a bit of trading in our rounds to keep everyone fed and the ship fueled and powered."
For her own part, Narsai had seemingly been lost in thought staring at the armor. It had been a long time since she'd worked on anything this broken and certainly Maeti had been lucky to survive the damage at all. Still, she straightens up after a moment and considers. "Maeti," she speaks, exhaling a breath. "On Mandalore it would be easy to obtain some Skyripper armor at the very least. It isn't quite Beskar'gem, but it is still made by our people even if it is durasteel." Her gaze goes down to the toe-socks, then back up to the other woman before she folds her hands. "But as important as our armor is to our people, it is not all we are. The Mandalorian inside the armor is what makes the difference between us and anyone who loots or steals from us."
Reaching down, she lifts a piece of damaged plating and turns it over in her hands. "This armor means something to you though, a piece of your clan. To part with it would be wrong." She glances to Navi now, perhaps judging what the other woman would think of what she speaks. "Mandalorian armor of the Revivers is one of my life's works. Part of the reason I took the name 'Reforger'. It is something one earns."
She tilts her head, unclipping her helmet and placing it to the side. "Spar with me," she speaks, unclipping her blaster and setting it down by her helmet...then the other, and one more. "Show me you don't need it."
Maeti rolls her shoulders and glances around the bay for where there is a more cleared area. "As you wish it. Please do not hold my skills against me, I honestly have spent more time behind the stick than wielding one." She shoves her hair back and quickly braids it back out of the way. Then pulls and sets aside a hold-out from the small of her back. "How many falls?"
Navi's eyes widen a little at the explanation of the soubriquet. "It fits," she murmurs, only for her eyes to get wider as Narsai quietly challenges Maeti. She steps back a few paces, to allow the two room to spar. "You can do it, Maeti," she says encouragingly. "I know you can."
Narsai herself works her hands over the fastenings of her armor, removing each of the clasps and catches with deft ease. Removing such armor would usually take two people for that kind of speed, but Narsai had a plenty of practice in her young life. Soon enough she was wrapped only in her figure-hugging undersuit, stetching her back lightly and then raising her hands. At least she wasn't leaving the armor on! It would be quite the test, but that wasn't quite fair to the pilot who reminded Narsai of a younger version of herself...even if they were the same age.
Narsai Ordo does however shrug lightly. "Five. Knock me down as many as you can."
Navi moves to accept the removed plates and components as Narsai removes them, setting them aside with more than due care, until the last are removed and out of the way. "Fight well and with honor, Mandalore," she says softly, bowing from the shoulders, then hastens back out of the way.
Maeti's lips quirk slightly as she watches the unshelling. She worries a bit at her lower lip as she stretches a bit to loosen muscles suddenly tight. "Five falls. At least you are smaller than Evan. Less reach to deal with." She flexes her hands as she settles back into a ready stance. "With honor." is her nearly automatic responce to the words from Navi.
"Show me what you can do," Narsai grins beore nodding her head. "Fight like you mean it. Do not hold back for my title if it means anything to you." Even as she speaks the words, the redhead was almost certain she didn't need to. Already she'd seen how seriously Maeti seemed to take her honor, she doubted she'd dishonor an opponent by using 'kid gloves'.
Navi keeps back out of the way, moving only to maintain a good view of the sparring. She opens her mouth, then closes it again sheepishly. Then does so again. "Um... I probably shouldn't cheer anyone on... so I'll just keep quiet," she says at last, bowing her head briefly.
Maeti doesn't answer that in words per say. Her hands flexing for a moment before she's moving. No 'kid gloves' from this one as pulling a blow is a dishonor to the one you're battling as well as yourself. Her style is week, if you could classify it as one even. She skips a step forward and motions as if she's going to try to sweep your lead foot in a testing move.
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The sweeping strike doesn't quite land, Narsai simply lifting her leg and shifting her weight onto her back leg before she pivots and twists her hip to sweep a kick towards Maeti's face. It whiffs past, but there's a smile on the redhead's lips. There were always better unarmed fighters than her, but the young Mandalore had been practing quite intently for a while now.
Navi finds herself instinctively guarding against blows not even meant for her. Blushing a little, she hastily shoves her hands into her coat pockets, but can't help leaning forward a bit as she watches the impromptu battle. And taking two more steps back, almost into a cargo container.
Maeti also seems to be actually enjoying this in a way that might make a certain Zabrak worry. A brow quirks as she ducks her head back way, way, too late to have avoided that kick had it connected. But she's game, so attempts to at least land something into Narsai's midrift. Elbow, fist, they are one and the same in close quarters.
This time, as Maeti draws in? Narsai's hands move fast. She weaves, she blocks, she jabs before she manages to knock Maeti's guard open enough to land an elbow of her own against the other woman's gut. Of couse she was enjoying it herself. I had been a while since she'd had time to spar like this.
Navi winces sympathetically as the elbow lands deep in Maeti's midsection. She has to bite her lip to avoid offering encouragement, too. It feels so /awkward/ not being able to cheer for someone, but both of the people here are her friends! How does one cheer on one without wounding the other's feelings?
Maeti takes the hit like it was meant for her, as well, it was. A hammer fist swinging down towards Narsai's thigh to probably leave a charlie horse adn limit some of that fleeting mobility that she just showed. Her breath sucking in hard as it hurt after all. Her swipping blow made as she stumbles a few steps back to nurse the bruise that is going to leave.
A sudden twist, Narsai actually manages to avoid the hammer strike with a swipe of her arm before she seizes Maeti's arm and pivots her weight to execute an over-the-shoulder throw. On the metal floor of the cargo bay? That one probably hurt a little. "Keep going," she speaks, stepping back to allow Maeti to stand up if she's willing.
Navi winces at the missed hammer strike, only to squeal with sympathetic dismay as Maeti is caught and thrown to the bay floor! "Get up, Maeti... you can do it!" she cries, forgetting her inward vow not to cheer anyone on in the wake of that fall. "Come on, now!" After all, Maeti MUST get up! If she doesn't, she may not make the team, and Navi just can't in good conscience let her give up now!
The cargo bay floor rings a bit as Maeti encounters it at speed. A laugh escaping from her lips despite the huffing of her breath. She waves a 'just a miute' gesture before she tries to roll back to her feet. Once, twice, three times she works at it. But manages to get up, wiping a smear of blood from her lips. "Bit my 'onge. Can mop it up later." Her hands balling once more towards a fist as she sets herself and just waits for the next move. Eyes flicking as she attempts to study Narsai for style, weakness, about any advantage she can find.
The pause from Maeti has Narsai tilting her head. Was the woman injured? Scared? No...Narsai actually smiles as she gets a sense of the other woman changing tactic. Well...she's not going to disappoint! Rushing forwards, Narsai moves to try and strike out with a savage combo that ends with a sweeping strike intended to put the other woman back on the floor.
Navi almost faints from relief as Maeti gets slowly to her feet, only to wince as Narsai moves in, fists and feet flying. Her hands fly to her lips as the last sweep connects. Can Maeti get up this time? She's almost afraid to ask!
Maeti didn't see that coming, seems to be an obvious conclusion as she takes the blows full force and ends up on hre back again. A sot singsong of words spilling from her lips in her native tongue as she looks up at you both. Then switches back to basic for a single... "Ouch." Then it is the trying to get back to her feet again. Stubborn one here to say the least. "Guess I should have taken Bar up on his offeres to work out more.. Just got tired of the leering."
Despite herself and all that she's putting Maeti through, Narsai can't help but grin a little at that off-hand comment. Whatever her thoughts might be, she keeps it to herself as she moves in. This time however, it's not a punch or kick or strike of any kind that follows. Her hand snags Maeti's own and she seizes the other woman to pull her in close...only to offer her a fond squeezing hug and give a little chuckle. "You did well!" She speaks, regardless of how sore Maeti might be feeling right now. "Believe it or not, I was once the pilot and mechanic of our crew. I was no unarmed combatant..."
She releases the other woman now, stepping back. "Get yourself patched up," she instructs, nodding to Navi for the blonde to help while she herself looks down at her slightly split knuckles. "But leave your armor here."
Maeti offers a half-smile as it hurts too much otherwise. "Good spar." she answers as she returns the hug. Then glances to the armor again as it is mentioned. "Got spare boots then?" she asks with a chuckle, then wiggles her multi-colored toes and glances down to them. "Though there does seem to be a socks only protocol on the ships."
