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Region: Hoshizora
Mierl and Aloni settled inside the tank, getting comfortable. Aloni was still smiling from getting to Sieg, but she kept herself quiet for now. Additional teasing could be done later, when it wouldn't disrupt the training exercise. The tank meanwhile had become quite the beast, and it was still rather fast thanks to its hovering capacities. With its new psionic armor and great bursts of electricity, it became a great ram. This was quite handy, for as it emerged a group of bots were trying to burst into the garage. This ended poorly for them, as they were instantly slammed into by the tank. Those which survived the impact were quickly put out of commission by the the discharged lightning. One more group tried to stop them, and one more group suffered the same fate. Lacking means to catch up, all the bots could do was try and shoot at the tank as it rapidly gained distance. But due to the armor, this was ineffective. They now had a clean run straight to the exit of the training area, the same location they entered through.
Rovin got similarly flustered as Thatcher called the two of them out on their constant flirting, which he realized the fellow had probably heard for quite a while now. Although that fluster faded quickly as Piper responded, causing the mercenary to smirk at the headlock. He felt it was a suitable response to that snark, and he gave a nod of approval at the exchange. Looking back to Piper, he chuckled and then nodded, "Well the offer was given, so it's only fair that you can have it! I can either give that massage when we get to the planet, but I suppose since this may take a while we could do it here in the ship! Just in a different room with a good spot for it, like a bed. Better to not do it in here, or close to the cockpit. Privacy is preferable." He gestured his head towards Thatcher when he said that, since he didn't want to do such a thing near the teen.
Azultiri beamed at the prospect of getting watched as she worked, clearly enjoying the audience. And of course, the praise was quite handy as well. She nodded her head, beginning her work as she got the leather. She used her magic to grab it, as well as her set of tools. It floated up into the air above her forge, with her magically controlling each of the tools to start shaping the leather into the shape she wanted. She spoke back to Zether as she did so, surprisingly good at multitasking, "Form over flair it is! I'll try to make it fashionable as well, and I'll change up its colors a bit to fit your scales. Perhaps darken the leather? Either way, when the time comes I can make your proper metal armor look very nice! You can make it smooth and sleek, or spiky and scary! With armor, the way it looks directly impacts its effectiveness! Looking intimidating is a nice way to scare the weaker willed, like most soft-skins! Most of them are scared by Dragons already, but you'd be surprised how many are truly terrified by a Dragon in armor! Apparently, they aren't used to us actually wearing full equipment. Silly of them, but I suppose they do have smaller bodies, which means smaller heads! Not much you can store up there. But I guess there are a lot of them, so maybe that's how they make up for it? I wonder what would happen if I mushed all their brain matter into one great glob... Nah, I'll leave that to the weirdo biomancers. The forge is far more satisfying!" Despite her rambling, her magical tools were working at a good rate on the product. The leather was being shaped into the proper form it would need to wrap around a tail, with the straps flying from another box of materials into the mix, soon joining the proto-tailguard. It was not however done, and she started to reshape it again to make room for the five magical gems. She was making five little holes for them, perfectly sized for each gem, so they could be inserted without issue. She got a bit more focused here, narrowing her eyes as she carefully inserted each gem. After one flew in, she used another bit of magic to graft the gems eternally to the tailguard.
