Shadows of Bankor

Venator finally makes it out to the enclave. He parks the rental speeder somewhere nearby and hides it before entering the Enclave.

Sacha was bent over plans, carefully measuring and calculating. She looked up as the newcomer entered. The armor was somewhat familiar... "Good evening, brother."

Venator tips his helmet. "Even'n lil lady. Is everyone else inside?" He pauses for a moment and looks at her.

"Why if id ain' Sacha. Whaddya do'n all da way in dese neck of da woods darl'n?" He comments when he recognizes her.

"Yes, they're inside," she said, nodding to the entrance, then sitting back and gesturing to the plans in front of her. "Finishing up my apprenticeship, hopefully. I have most of the non-beskar components for my armor, and I was doing some research on our occupation of the planet back in the day. There might be some old battlefields out there some damn vulture hasn't turned over."

"How've you been? what brings you to Bankor?"

Venator nods. "Go'n for de full beskar baddle armour? I should aim for da doo. Dhough I can'd make one for myself. Guess I'll have da buy one or ged id made. Which will be expensive."

"Good. Oppordunidy for credids an da make a name." He answers in return and rubs his chin. "If ya wanna see whad we can rusdle up from war sides, Imma game."

"I have to to finish my training," she replied, leaning back from the table. "Bring the materials and it can be made... Piecemeal if necessary. You know how it works. Can't have someone running around less than protected. Not under the current circumstances."

"Sounds good to me. We can figure out a time to do that."

"How much scrap or maderials do ya need for da?" Venator asks.

"I wish you luck wid compled'n your drain'n. You musd be excided." He takes a glance over the plans she is looking over.

"I'm a little less than halfway on collecting it. It'd probably be around 1300 if I had to buy the rest of the components," she replied. She moved aside so he could see the plans better. "Thanks. I'm very excited... I'm ready to be done and become a proper armorer."

Venator looks at the plans and then whistles in appreciation. "Golly, da is as purdy as a filly ad an even'n hodown. So how much do I need to bring ya if I wan somesh'n like da?" Can you do mods for weapons and armour?"

"For something specifically like this? I can give you a list of materials... comes out to about 2500. The holy beskar is obviously more difficult to come by than that, though," she explained. "I can definitely do mods no problem."

Venator nods. "Yeah, unless you wanna recommend somesh'n da is more for me. I wan bedder prodecshion bud I ain'd bad ad sneaking around eidher."

"There's stronger, but I think it's a bit above my skill level right now," she replied. "It's a hell of a thing, but even harder to find the parts, too."

"We can only do wa we can." Venator comments. "How long do dey dake do make?"

"About three days if I were to work straight through without rest. Realistically, if I were to focus mostly on that, around 10 days."

A nod at the estimation. "How long does id dake for weapon and armour modificashions?"

"Oh, those are easy. Right away."

Venator nods. "Is id possible to make my blasder rifle do audo-fire? Whadya recommend?" He asks.

"You'll need to get the mod, but I can customize it however you need."

Venator nods. "I'll see whad I can do 'boud id. Have you been in deses pards long?"

"Only the last three days," she replied, shaking her head. "Though I've settled in quickly. They've welcomed me here."

Venator nods. "Da's good. I haven'd come down here much. I'm usually hang around Rygor 'cause the boundy hunder guild is dere. I should dry da come here more ofden."

"Makes sense... Though I do agree with that," she replied. "It's good to see our brothers and sisters, you know?"

Venator nods. "Did we ged any new Foundl'ns?"

"Not since I've been here, but there's plenty of time and plenty of refugees. With what happened to the Aznuri, we may get some."

Venator nods. "Dey did dake a purdy bad hid from da Imps. Bound da be some survivors. Where dey go now dhough. Who can say? You may be righd. Some may find dere way do us."