Legix
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Yellow Marsh Expanse, Kennewes
Among the many ruins of war that littered the surface of Kennewes and its marshes, one in particular was noisy beyond the local skiff or shuttle zooming by with tourists or students from the university on tour. The world was home to old and ancient technology alike thanks to having been the capital of the once-mighty Ueusureyan Star Empire. Compared to some of the achievements of the modern age, the designs were impractical in the face of the mighty Mindy from the state's successor Yamatai. Those who came to study at the established college tended to be much more interested in the gang wars that had once littered the surface with wrecks, fire, and blood.
Now, there was only scrap, faded paints of the various groups of Nepleslia marking ancient machines from the now mostly defunct E-Series and various vehicles of custom make. It was the legacy that the Greens had left, to remember their hard-fought victory over the other gangs. In the wake of mighty wars with the NMX and now the impending one with distant aliens, such battlefields were forgotten. But to others, these fields were the history and livelihood of their day-to-day schedules. Many, both students and graduates, had chosen various fields to excavate and work to provide plenty of war trinkets for the Yamataian and Nepleslian tourists alike.
This, however, was not the case for a handful of graduates working within their small garage.
A young, quarter ID-SOL Nepleslian by the name of Ashton Acres wielded the welding mask of KU colors as his fellow colleagues watched with anticipation. Months of work and their combined years of studying had led all of the group in the room to this moment. The beginning of something new, something different, and something to fit the legacy of their homeworld. Ashton and three others had graduated from the College of Engineering, while their younger aides had come from the School of History or the College of Medicine and Psychology. Their skills might have seemed odd, but the collection of engineers hadn't brought together masters of the living, intelligent-walking form and the experts of history for nothing.
It had all been to create a machine unlike anything the sector had seen in ages. One born from a mix of styles, after the now-gone giants of old within the sector that had existed before some of them were even born. It was the culmination of history and the beginning of progress. Where the two strongest nations sought war, they sought a savior. A purely magical sign that could not be defied, that would strike fear in the common villain and inspire hope without the need for a Plumeria.
As the lights flickered above, the holographical display hummed to life to illuminate and mold along the form of something great. Notes from experts of various fields like the sciences of gravity under the wise advisement and insight of Yori Kataoka to copies of seminars made by the head minds from various other parts of the sector.
Standing on a pedestal in the middle of the poorly maintained garage was a husk of the past... or perhaps better seen as the skeleton of the future. Its massive parts hummed as power cords fulfilled the lacking backpack that was still being worked on by a pair of noisy engineers in the next room over. Ashton slowly approached the large machine, its lack of armor and comforting fabrics making it appear scary even to its original designer. Reaching out to grasp the belt around the machine's waist, he turned one of its plated dials, the machine hissing as the stomach panel extended out and lowered like a knee-rest, while the upper torso peeled up and backwards.
It took all but a moment for Ashton to climb up and turn around, grasping the rudimentary shoulder rails to lower himself down and into the lower half of the suit. It was warm, the insulation not enough to completely protect the user quite yet... almost comforting. Reaching his arms up and into the sleeves, clasping his fists within the arms to engage their powered movement systems. In a flash, the heavy durandium of the prototype became lighter than paper... even with its massive and bulky gauntlets. Those would need more trimming, as they appeared almost square-like.
The room's sub-par light slipped away as the chest came up and over Ashton, linking into position and allowing his head to poke through before the armored collar shifted and moved to protect the angles toward his neck. All that was left was the helmet, which one of the cute Minkan nurses on hand walked up and slipped down over him. Darkness was all he could see, the same experience in the room as the generator's pumped up their power. Systems in the garage were going down as the skeletal suit hummed and shook in an initial breath of life.
And all they heard was the hiss of the powerful servos clicking into position as the supports broke away from its bulky leggings, allowing the suit to thump down to the ground and for Ashton to stumble in his darkness to his hands and knees. His fingertips felt funny as the suit's specialized gauntlets roared to life, sending electrical discharges into the stone below with enough force to heat it violently and send everyone stepping back. It was what most people would view as the start of a meltdown... but the entirely electrical system currently powering the suit wasn't at risk of detonating like a nuclear bomb.
No.
As everyone watched on, Ashton's world illuminated. The helmet's suite of rudimentary and basic software finally alive with its hardware taking the correct powerflow. More regulation of circuits would be necessary to ensure successful boot-ups without drastic shows of power-failure. His smile grew as he looked over and at the group of equally-beaming workers. They were cast in a brilliant golden light, as if they were facing some sort of descended angel... but Ashton knew better. Slowly but surely, he pushed himself up to his feet and worked his way through the eye-assisted controls, his booted feet pushed their heels down as he moved his hand to the dials on the belt and gave them a sturdy push. Another note on what he would need to automate via an on-board AI, more than likely.
It wasn't an angel that the others were faced with, as Ashton's suit lifted up and away from the ground as the gravity around him reversed. Everyone was laughing as they slowly began to float upward at a crawl with their armored-friend. Bathed in the light of two glorious eyes, they all began to high-five and thrown themselves about the room unintentionally. It wasn't a terribly big garage, with only a ten by ten meter width and length, but it held significance.
They'd made a suit that showed the ability to negate gravity within an isolated area. Not an angel, not a demon. But a magical being that had great promise with more work and polish.
A Warlock.
Not that they got to celebrate long, as everyone thumped to the ground and Ashton came crashing helmet-down into the hard floor.
There was a lot more work to do.
(@Gunhand4171 @Syaoran @Primitive Polygon)
Among the many ruins of war that littered the surface of Kennewes and its marshes, one in particular was noisy beyond the local skiff or shuttle zooming by with tourists or students from the university on tour. The world was home to old and ancient technology alike thanks to having been the capital of the once-mighty Ueusureyan Star Empire. Compared to some of the achievements of the modern age, the designs were impractical in the face of the mighty Mindy from the state's successor Yamatai. Those who came to study at the established college tended to be much more interested in the gang wars that had once littered the surface with wrecks, fire, and blood.
Now, there was only scrap, faded paints of the various groups of Nepleslia marking ancient machines from the now mostly defunct E-Series and various vehicles of custom make. It was the legacy that the Greens had left, to remember their hard-fought victory over the other gangs. In the wake of mighty wars with the NMX and now the impending one with distant aliens, such battlefields were forgotten. But to others, these fields were the history and livelihood of their day-to-day schedules. Many, both students and graduates, had chosen various fields to excavate and work to provide plenty of war trinkets for the Yamataian and Nepleslian tourists alike.
This, however, was not the case for a handful of graduates working within their small garage.
A young, quarter ID-SOL Nepleslian by the name of Ashton Acres wielded the welding mask of KU colors as his fellow colleagues watched with anticipation. Months of work and their combined years of studying had led all of the group in the room to this moment. The beginning of something new, something different, and something to fit the legacy of their homeworld. Ashton and three others had graduated from the College of Engineering, while their younger aides had come from the School of History or the College of Medicine and Psychology. Their skills might have seemed odd, but the collection of engineers hadn't brought together masters of the living, intelligent-walking form and the experts of history for nothing.
It had all been to create a machine unlike anything the sector had seen in ages. One born from a mix of styles, after the now-gone giants of old within the sector that had existed before some of them were even born. It was the culmination of history and the beginning of progress. Where the two strongest nations sought war, they sought a savior. A purely magical sign that could not be defied, that would strike fear in the common villain and inspire hope without the need for a Plumeria.
As the lights flickered above, the holographical display hummed to life to illuminate and mold along the form of something great. Notes from experts of various fields like the sciences of gravity under the wise advisement and insight of Yori Kataoka to copies of seminars made by the head minds from various other parts of the sector.
Standing on a pedestal in the middle of the poorly maintained garage was a husk of the past... or perhaps better seen as the skeleton of the future. Its massive parts hummed as power cords fulfilled the lacking backpack that was still being worked on by a pair of noisy engineers in the next room over. Ashton slowly approached the large machine, its lack of armor and comforting fabrics making it appear scary even to its original designer. Reaching out to grasp the belt around the machine's waist, he turned one of its plated dials, the machine hissing as the stomach panel extended out and lowered like a knee-rest, while the upper torso peeled up and backwards.
It took all but a moment for Ashton to climb up and turn around, grasping the rudimentary shoulder rails to lower himself down and into the lower half of the suit. It was warm, the insulation not enough to completely protect the user quite yet... almost comforting. Reaching his arms up and into the sleeves, clasping his fists within the arms to engage their powered movement systems. In a flash, the heavy durandium of the prototype became lighter than paper... even with its massive and bulky gauntlets. Those would need more trimming, as they appeared almost square-like.
The room's sub-par light slipped away as the chest came up and over Ashton, linking into position and allowing his head to poke through before the armored collar shifted and moved to protect the angles toward his neck. All that was left was the helmet, which one of the cute Minkan nurses on hand walked up and slipped down over him. Darkness was all he could see, the same experience in the room as the generator's pumped up their power. Systems in the garage were going down as the skeletal suit hummed and shook in an initial breath of life.
And all they heard was the hiss of the powerful servos clicking into position as the supports broke away from its bulky leggings, allowing the suit to thump down to the ground and for Ashton to stumble in his darkness to his hands and knees. His fingertips felt funny as the suit's specialized gauntlets roared to life, sending electrical discharges into the stone below with enough force to heat it violently and send everyone stepping back. It was what most people would view as the start of a meltdown... but the entirely electrical system currently powering the suit wasn't at risk of detonating like a nuclear bomb.
No.
As everyone watched on, Ashton's world illuminated. The helmet's suite of rudimentary and basic software finally alive with its hardware taking the correct powerflow. More regulation of circuits would be necessary to ensure successful boot-ups without drastic shows of power-failure. His smile grew as he looked over and at the group of equally-beaming workers. They were cast in a brilliant golden light, as if they were facing some sort of descended angel... but Ashton knew better. Slowly but surely, he pushed himself up to his feet and worked his way through the eye-assisted controls, his booted feet pushed their heels down as he moved his hand to the dials on the belt and gave them a sturdy push. Another note on what he would need to automate via an on-board AI, more than likely.
It wasn't an angel that the others were faced with, as Ashton's suit lifted up and away from the ground as the gravity around him reversed. Everyone was laughing as they slowly began to float upward at a crawl with their armored-friend. Bathed in the light of two glorious eyes, they all began to high-five and thrown themselves about the room unintentionally. It wasn't a terribly big garage, with only a ten by ten meter width and length, but it held significance.
They'd made a suit that showed the ability to negate gravity within an isolated area. Not an angel, not a demon. But a magical being that had great promise with more work and polish.
A Warlock.
Not that they got to celebrate long, as everyone thumped to the ground and Ashton came crashing helmet-down into the hard floor.
There was a lot more work to do.
(@Gunhand4171 @Syaoran @Primitive Polygon)