Day 0 Forging Ahead (Expecting)

[Mayrelli Fayedd]

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Mayrelli gives him a look, hands placed firmly on her hips.
"I, am a pilot."
She goes on to strike a power pose for a moment before snorting at herself.
"Maybe that's all it takes to operate a third arm. That and a homemade cortex patch plus the ability to multi-task because concentrating on anything for too long is super boring. Besides, lots of guys can't control their third arm."
May does at least refrain from elbowing him in the side mid weld.

"But like, being a hammer guy is great. You build but you also get to whack things. I actually considered trying out for apprentice forge-master, but I got told I was categorically unfit for it. Pfft, nepotism, can you believe that? When are you gonna be a full forge-master anyway?"

[Garen Saxon]

"Well..." Shaking his head, Garen chuckled roughly. "You got me there, I have to admit. Third arm indeed." He looked at her, then chuckled and shook his head again.

"But that's fine. You've got your thing. Piloting's an honored job with the Mandalorians, going way back. And you're a fine hand with a tool..." He cleared his throat, "-no joke intended, there."

He covered any embarrassment with a burst of flame, after snapping his goggles back into place. "When I'm ready." He answered laconically, beginning the welding.

[Mayrelli Fayedd]

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"Look at you go. Guess I've got some comedy competition. Maybe that's what the forgemaster has been waiting for, you making 'em laugh?"
She snorts before peering down at the work, the light reflected in her own goggles.

"Everything's always ready when it's ready, nothing is ready when it's not ready, or not ready when it's ready. Bit of a cop-out, really. I never started driving when someone told me I was ready. In fact, dad was pretty specific on me not being ready. Which just made me want to drive all the more. Good times, lucky we were mechanics too because I dinged a lot of speeders."

She sighs happily, remembering happier times.
"Who was your old man anyway? A hammer guy as well? Or was he like different and you're some sort of reaction to that?"

[Garen Saxon]

"Not likely." Garen snorted. "At least, I don't think I've been been tasked with doing the impossible just yet."

"My parents weren't really anyone." He said, raising his voice over the sound of the torch. Sparks sprayed even as he carefully applied heat to the damaged area. "They were Mandalorians, but not in the way that it meant anything. I haven't seen them in years."

He paused a moment, leaning forward to look at his handiwork. "Sounds like you and your dad were close?"

[Mayrelli Fayedd]

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"Yeah I getcha, there're Mandalorians and Mandalorians. Hope there alright, been a rough couple decades for both types."
Mayrelli seems very comfortable yelling over the torch as she nods vigorously.
"Dad was the best! Mom wasn't around so he raised me from when I was little. He was a better guy than our little dustbowl of a planet deserved. Still, it got him in the end. But hey, I think you need a little tragedy in your background to become a Mandalorian. It's not like we're out there recruiting bakers with a mortgage and two kids."

Wrinkling her nose.
"Ugggh, can you imagine? Don't ever see myself doing that."

[Garen Saxon]

"Which?" Garen asked, giving her an amused look; at least, his mouth looked amused. His eyes looked goggled. "Baking, mortgage, or kids?"

He turned off the torch. "I'll give that a few to cool." He looked back at her. "I'm with you on the baking and mortgage part. Kids are alright, though."

[Mayrelli Fayedd]

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"All of the above, man. Everytime I try to cook something it burns, and that's terrifying in a salad, you know? And there's no way I'm borrowing any money for a house, bank'll just take it right out from under you and kids-."
She shudders
"I was a kid for ages and it suuuckedd, no way I want to be around that again. I'm gonna be a cool auntie and just spoil the ones around me. But the second they start making trouble I'm gone!"

She takes off her goggles with a sigh and nods thankfully back at Garen.
" 'Ppreciate you taking a look at that."

[Garen Saxon]

"A burning salad. You know, I bet there's some dishes where that's actually a thing." Garen shrugged. "None that I can think of, but it's a bit galaxy. Maybe somewhere in the unknown regions you'd be a hit chef."

He pulled off his own goggles. "Anytime. Always happy to help the Enclave's cool aunt." He nodded, smiling. "I think that's a fine way to do it. Not everyone needs to have kids, after all."

[Mayrelli Fayedd]

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Mayrelli starts impatiently fanning the metal with her hands to try and cool it faster.
"Definitely the coolest. Well, probably. I dunno, do we have many aunts? It's not something I ask people."
She pauses fanning, shrugs and then returns to business.

"You seem like the family type...oh if you have kids can I be their cool aunt? I mean, if you want. It's just that you're very solid and sensible and I think they might need someone int- uh, intriguing in their lives."

[Garen Saxon]

Garen considered that a moment, and then looked at her, brow furrowing. "You're not calling me boring, are you May?" He rumbled at her.

Then he smiled. "Well, I might be a bit boring, actually. I'll admit it." He shrugged. "Anyway, I think it's better to have a partner to have kids. One to look out for them while the other's out fighting. Take turns." A thoughtful look appeared on his rough features. "But maybe there's enough aunts and uncles to look out for them. Suppose I could adopt. I did that once, actually." He sighed, just a little.

[Mayrelli Fayedd]

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"Nah not boring, just you know - reliable? Very reliable. Partner makes things easier no doubt, if you find the right one. That's not always easy."
She glances over with her eyes a little wide at the mention of adoption.
"Wait, you already adopted a kid? And you're sighing, so this ain't one of those 'and then he went to uni and is now a doctor' stories."