Bankor

"Just parts are from beskar, the rest is durasteel. This is refurbished set of one of my father's childless deceased cousins. The paints carry meaning." He commented, leaning against nearby crates.

''Refurbished from a cousin?''

That was curious but before she could go further R-5 arrived with the bench

''Thank a bunch buddy'' she gratefully said to her droid assistant while placing the toolbox on her back, the two mechanical arms comming back to life. ''Lets see how it goes''

[First Mod on Repulsorlift for +1 Athletics. Cashing out 100 Credits.] workbench, assist from R-5, inventor: 2eA+2eP+3eD+2eB+2eF 4 successes, 3 advantage, 2 Light Side
(Light side for successes to reduce time.)

Baesal's eyes glowed with a silvery blue light as she began to work. The armor was ready in almost no time.

''There you go''

Oddyn observed the work quietly, initially tens but eventually relaxing when he discerned Baesal knew what she was doing. At the end, he nodded. "Thanks. Let me check it." He began to put it on. It was taking time, but he didn't rush it, favouring meticulousness. Then he tried to jump in it. It was high. Real high. "I think we both can see an improvement."

''Indeed'' she replied admirative

''Boy would I like to have one of them armors''

"Become a Mandalorian?" He suggested, not really joking.

''I don't think it is feasible'' she replied

''I don't like fights that much and my crystal armor will serve me just as well''

"Don't be greedy then if it's just a piece of tech for you. For a Mandalorian his armour is his way of life." He said calmly, though with some edge to it. "I am not ungrateful. It's just how things are."

''I respect the meaning behind equipment and their history. Jedi have their lightsabers, after all'' She sat back on her crate

''But sometimes you need to put what is sacred in question in order to improve it and have it improve you in turn.'' her tone was even, somewhat contemplative

"I am not against improvement. Its quality is the purpose, and it can be modified in myriad ways, so customisation is not an issue, it's a virtue. Are you saying you'd like to work on my armour to make it better for me?"

''Oh wow'' Baesal fell backward on her crate

''You take things very litteral...or perhaps I am no great a that 'speaking' thing everyone is so fond of.''

"Metaphors and euphemisms are not my strong suit, I admit." He shrugged, not really pressing the point.

''Nah, my queenly status must have made detached me from the common folk.'' She raised herself back ''And thus my reign must end'' she continued before jumping off the box.

"I'm more of a barbarian raider than common folk though." He chuckled. "Should I feel bad for toppling you?"

She proceeded to wipe the dirt off her butt ''You should, my reigh was firm but fair. Can we compromise with common barbarian folk raider?''

"Compounded nouns lose a bit of their meaning. But at least I still raid something." He put his gloves back on, carefully.

''Mayhaps'' She removed her toolbox from her back ''Raider...lets just go with Raider then''

"Sure. Sounds good. Now I have to raid something to give justice to the appellation." He smirked.

"I am sure you'll find a couple of Kryze ready to have theirs arses kicked in a proper Mandalorian way"

She raised bother eyebrows

"Just be wary about those you choose to raid, I hear some people rig their underwear drawer with thermal detonators"

"Why would I raid this particular thing? You have a rowdy imagination." He chuckled. At kicking Kryzes' asses he simply nodded.

"I am just conscious of the average hormonal level, that's all" she said manner-of-factly

"Of a teenager, who I no longer am." He crossed his arms.

She nodded in agreement

"Yarp. You are getting old: grey beard may not be too far in your future."

"I am fine with that, I will trim and comb it all the same. It's the spectre of the juveniles that a man loses something as he ages."

''Poetic word but advanced age increases the chance of degenerative deseases " she crossed her arms and shrugged

''But mayhaps Mandalorians don't get old they just all go out like guns blazing bad-asses in the sunset with cinematic explosions in the background''

"Something like that. I don't expect to get old to the point of being bedridden before I march into manda." He smirked.