Deeply concerned for his wife's safety, Orono immediately began crafting the finest set of armor in the galaxy. Strongly resembling the apparel of Darth Malak and forged with the same metal as his lightsaber; nothing short of an en masse attack by Force users of his caliber could break it. After fourteen weeks of labor, he was finished. Seeing the armor, Nadia said,
"I know you want to keep me safe, but this is too much."
"Please, Nadia. Wear it for my sake."
"I'm immortal, I have the best lightsaber, and now-"
"Yes, but now I don't think even that will be enough."
Curious she asked,
"Just how terrifying is this Nitro?"
After a brief pause, Orono answered grimly,
"He is the cruelest, most foul abomination who ever lived. I thought I knew his capabilities, but now.."
"Are you sure? We've beaten impossible odds before."
"I've never been more sure in my ten thousand and one years on this earth."
"All right," Nadia said after a short pause, "I'll wear it for you."
The timing was perfect, as the a long and bloody century, what history would call the 'Crucible' was fast approaching...
