Mandalore's Personal Quarters. [Ark (for now)]

[projectsunfire]

Mandalore sat in his personal Quarters sipping water from a stand up canteen as he tinkered with his Assault Carbine. He'd already fit the barrel with a flash disperser to muffle sound and mussle flashes. Now he picked apart the miriad of fine curcuitry that lined the main shaft of the emitter. Slowly he slid the Tibanna gas chamber from its slot. It gave off a short hiss, and a waft of green gas puffed out. It smelled faintly of Ozone.

Tibanna gas made the galaxy go round. Well, from a Military stand point. The gas chamber slid out with a soft metalic ringing. Like finger nails ever so gently scratching a chalk board. He set it down with a tap on the table, and pulled out a macro tool, or loosen up the retainer pins in the fireing mechanism.

There was a soft click, and Mandalore knew he'd hit home. With a hydro pincer he deliacelty removed the fireing pin and laid it out next to the Tibanna Gas Chamber. From their it wasnt much else to do other than replace the emitter barrel with something sturdier than Durraloy. He reached into his desk and pulled out a Dallorian Alloy barrel, with a tricopper curcuit matrix. The Silver Sheen seemed to contrast the black of the tricopper. He hefted the light weight barrel in his hand and checked it to make sure it was clean.

Regardless of the fact it was spotless, Solus'ad soaked a swab in machilicon lubricant, and began swabbing it with a sterile wipe. When he was satisfied with its pristine appearance, he laid it down on the table next to the other parts and Sat back in his chair.

A soft ding announced a visitor. Mandalore looked at his Chrono. Who'd come visitting at this hour of the evening. "Come in." He said loudly.

[Zarkan]

Ark ignored the odd glances some threw at the hunchbacked back droid staggering drunkenly down the halls of the HQ. "lets see you walk in a brand new body." he thought bitterly as he turned a corner abruptly. "I hate getting used to these." he muttered loudly enough to get a skewered look from a young woman passing beside him. Ark did his best to glare at her as he turned down into the "high end" quarters of the HQ slowly he passed doors glancing at one then another. He hummed to himself as he stumbled up to mandalores door and practically punching the door bell. "Huh I could have sworn I tol-" ark broke off his muttering to his closed fist as the man inside called for him to enter.

Ark lifted his foot took a step forward and promptly stumbled froward and knocking a chair aside. Ark practically fell into a now moved chair. "Apologies about the abrupt entrance, Mandalore I presume, Arkanados Phelan. I would assume you probably recognize the name." he said with a laugh considering most wouldn't dare do what he had before mandalore he probably already figured who it was. "I figured I'd save you the trouble of coming to my hanger besides I have some of my own issues to discuss and well, I doubt my adoptive son bane can help with them."

[projectsunfire]

Mandalore watched as the Cyborg came in through the door to his quarters. Now there was an unsual sight. He had heard of Ark before in the report about operation Reclaimation, and he'd been eager to meet him. Out in the galaxy some had a stigma against Cyborgs. Mandalorians weren't like that. He eyed him over the utility table, his graying eyebrows furrowed into what could be interpretted as a mildly irritated scowl.

"Why don't you get yourself a drink and have a seat?" Mandalore said with a sarcastic smile. "You seem to be getting used to a new chassis. How's it working out for you?" Mandalore started to put together the trigger mechanism of his carbine. He slid the carbon bolt into position and snapped it in place. "I knew a Rodian once who's enitre lower body was prosthetic. Then again thats nothing compared to your situation." Mandalore sighed, his eyes focussed on Arkanos.

[Zarkan]

Ark chuckled at mandalore's sarcastic remark before forcing the somewhat un-compliant droid frame to shake it's head. "No, I'm afraid drinks are hardly a option form me." he said in a equally sarcastic tone. "As for the body" he said lifting to pat the over sized pod on his back. "Well, it's hardly a permanent solution to the problem. My grand-daughter and myself cooked it up to allow me to move a bit, I rather doubt it'll last long enough to become truly used to it." The droid avatar shifted as ark tried to find a less awkward looking positioning. "Which I suppose brings me to my first well, issue. I need your help." Ark sighed finally deciding on a partially sideways posture as he finished speaking. "I have a partially completed, well, frame as I've taken to calling them. Unfortunately their are two well major issues. First well, it's on mandalore which happens to be a bit of a journey for your average civilian freighter." He said looking attentively at mandalore or at least as intently as a protocol droid could. "I would much appreciate if you could, well expedite it's transport here, though it could in theory arrive in time without your help well are the time to get used to it the better. However the second is well a rather bigger request there isn't anyway I can finish it myself and while I'm rather extensive in my skills I don't have some of the necessary ones. I will, well I will need a engineering team and a fairly large one at that to get it complete soon enough."

[projectsunfire]

Mandlore had completed the trigger fireing mechanism for his carbine by the time Ark had gotten to his request for help. He pulled the trigger and it made a dull snapping sound. He slipped the emitter barrel and the fireing mechanism together and the metal parts made a soothing slideing sound. He snapped them together and tested the weapons weight. It was ready for service he'd have to test fire it later. For now though Ark was asking for an engineering team. He supposed it wasn't a tall order, but spareing a chassis team working on Basilisks for shogun was problem.

"I'll dispactch a delivery order to the Commanding Supply officer on Mandalore immediately. Mandalore is in system so it should get here within the next two days. I'll have it delivered to your hangar." Solus'ad took the newly tinkered weapon with him over to a chair next to Ark. He sat back in it and relaxed.

"I hear you just turned 399 yrs old. Or at least so your file says." Mandalore leaned forward and propped his elbows up on his knees. He seemed to consider his words for a moment. "Forget I said anything." Solus'ad shook his head. "Forgive me Ba'buir. It's late. I'll come see you when you have your new chassis." Mandalore stood in respect for his guest.

[Zarkan]

Ark nodded "Yes it was indeed my birthday a few days ago why?" he asked fore shaking his as mandalore dismissed his question. "I suppose that will be fine, but well one more small thing before I leave." he said standing up slowly and awkwardly with a great deal of strain from the droid. "This unit won't last long under the strain I'm putting on it, would it be possible for me to jack into the Hq's surveillance and comm system so I can at least short of keep a presence out of my "Home"?" he asked tentatively not knowing how the military commander might reply to the breach of security.

[projectsunfire]

Mandalore watched the old cyborg a moment as he made his request. "Thats no small thing your asking me to allow,Arkanos. If I gave you access to the com and surveillance systems you'd be able to peek into all the quiet workings of the base. This is a special operations facility and there are things going on here that you arent supposed to know about. For your own safety, and for those you might tell." Mandalore knew that that wouldn't do. He obviosly couldn't tell how the Cyborg felt since he obviously couldn't tell by subtle body language like smiles, or the way Arks eyes looked at him.

Mandalore eyed Arkanos approvingly a moment. "I can discuss getting you access to specific Areas, like the breifing room, and perhaps other locations with Internal Information Control. For everthing else, I'm afraid you'll have to go through propper channels from the terminal in your hangar." Mandalore smiled mischeivously. "Or you can try and slice your way in."

Solus'ad considered something for a moment, and then nodded his head. "If you want to get plugged into the Coms and surveillance, go pull guard duty. It would seem the logical location for you to be plugged into the system." After a moment of silent consideration he contunued. "I'll put the flimsy through for you. Now I think it would be wise if you gave your temporary body a little rest. It was good talking with you Arkanos. Ret'urcye mhi Araknos."

[Zarkan]

"Thank you, I suppose I may consider guard duty or. ark chuckled mischeivously. "Maybe I'll "practice" my computer slicing skills." Ark stood and walked towards the door. "Good bye mandalore." he said before jerkily exiting the the room, the door hissing shut behind him.