Mandalorian Spec Ops: Armory

[Meira]

The armory, located on the same level as the barracks, is likewise underground, and houses all manner of Mandalorian armor, weapons, and equipment. Connected to the room, is an area with work stations where an individual can modify their weapons and equipment. Each member of the Spec Ops team has a locker and work station.

((PSF might or might not add some stuff later, I just got the thread started so we can all suit up))

[Lucilius Solo]

Beskar entered the armory and saw a suit of armor waiting for him. Walking over to it, Beskar felt a twinge of regret about changing his armor. This armor has been with me since right before I left Mandalore for Nar Kreeta. It has seen many missions and much more damage than any other armor I have ever owned. Beskar thought as he began to take off his helmet.

It has served it's purpose well and because of that, I retire it gracefully with my many thanks and gratitude, without it I would have been dead many times over. By now Beskar was almost completly free of armor, and feeling rather foolish for thinking of his armor this way. Eventually, Beskar had removed his old armor and placed himself in the new armor given to him by Mandalore. It was the beginning of new stages of honor for Beskar.

[TJ]

Delmon stared into the visor of the new armor given to him by Mandalore. The pang of reluctance that he felt the first time he was forced to remove his armor returned with twice the force as it had before. His armor had been his only companion during his long hunts, it had saved him countless times, and it was one of his calling cards as a hunter. He would miss it, but life was about change, and he would change with it to survive. he removed his helmet and set in down as he started removing his new armor from its rack.

[Meira]

Trin stood before her locker where her armor, fresh and new, hung, waiting to be put on. Her finger traced along the edges of the helmet's visor, tapped against the iron of the breastplate, felt the mesh of the undersuit.

It only took moments to dawn the armor. She moved deftly as she secured it onto her frame, as if she had done it before, as if she had always been meant to do it. On the shoulder, a small image of a rampant boar-wolf glared. Looking in the mirror, she wondered for just a moment what her father and mother might have looked like in this armor.

She then took the helmet under her arm and walked over to a work table. There, she located a number of security spikes and placed them in a pouch on her utility belt. She then added a microfiliment cord and security tools into her left gauntlet, and a wrist laser and blades into her right. Not good with a large blaster rifle, Trin instead took two plaster pistols and secured them into the holsters on the sides of her thighs. If their team worked as it should, her part would not be the heavy fire, it would be the getting them through security doors and still be able to close said doors behind them. But just in case, she added a couple of small explosive devices to her utility belt and left it at that.

Returning back to the others, she gave a smile. Had her whole life brought her to this point? Even the years spent stealing parts off ships had given her the experience to make her a vital part of this team. Maybe the Jedi were on to something with all their talk of destiny.

[projectsunfire]

The metalic smell of Tibanna Gas, the bright sheen of polished weapons sitting snuggly in their racks, boxes of grenades resting on shelves, and rack after rack of brand new armor. Solus'ad felt at home.

Solus'ad removed his sparring armor, his many scars showing over what was a mangled looking body. Blaster burns, vibroblade cuts, and even shrapnel shard wounds showed their offwhite appearance. Some appeared to have healed naturally, while others seemed to have been stitched hastily.

With a sigh of age, Solus'ad pulled the mesh suit from its cage and slipped it over his frame. He sealed it with a soft hiss and the suit sucked to his contours. Methodically he tapped the breast plates of his body armor and strapped it to his torso. The weight felt comfortable. Like wearing a heavy blanket.

He strapped his snub blaster to his thigh and belt, and patted it to be sure it was snug and solid. His boots and shinguard slipped easily over his feet, and he strapped them in place. Solus'ad took out a pair of crush gaunts from the top shelf of his locker and put them on. Compulsively he tightenned the fingers by sliding his fingers past one another. They made the soft sound of leather on leather, and he put them to his face and took a big whiff, and sighed at the almost magical feeling got from that smell.

His gauntlets went on next. His suit nearly complete he took a moment to gather the equipment he would need for their trip. Four security spikes, a kilo of shape demo, a couple door charges, a thermal detinator, four extra power packs for an A3-Carbine, rations and a small bottle of Hetikles. Solus'ad had to admit rations were ok for keeping a military fed, but they tasted like flimsy.

With a purpose he walked over to the modular selection of gauntlet equipment. He selected a monofiliment whip, a wrist blaster, and a quick link computer system intended for hacking into computer systems and doors if the need arose.

Last but not least he took his helmet out of his locker and tucked it under his arm. He hid the eagerness on his face as he strode confidently over to his soldiers and checked their equipment. He gave a tug here or a pat there.

"Check eachothers equipment. Be sure nothing is hanging loose, or shineing too much."