The Gears of War [Inv Only/Core]

“Great job Lani,” Gage opens and closes his hands, the servos whirring slightly at the motion of his body. Everything was in a constant state of adjustment, moving so that they were keeping up with the movement of his body. Crouching down Gage jumps, the servos whining to keep up but still slightly slower than he would have been able to. His vertical clearance was normally upwards of ten to fifteen feet without trying but with the resistance of the suit he was only able to get up to six feet, his hand having to go up to touch the ceiling to keep his head from crashing into it. However rather than gently touching the ceiling he drives his palm into the metal with enough force to bend the plate of one inch thick steel, the concrete underneath it cracking audibly like an iceberg.

An audible beep catches his attention, Gage landing down on one knee, his right hand catching his body. He felt as if he was sitting in water, his body suspended from all angles by the silicone padding, the contact points getting slightly warmer from the silicone suffocating the skin. “Lani, speed is down, reaction time on the servos is also lacking. When we reassemble use electric pistons, the hydraulic ones are stronger but they are bogging me down.”

“Yes sir, by swapping to LEXICON MICRO CORP electric pistons we will lose 22% overall strength but reaction speed will raise to match yours within .03 seconds. Also there will be an increased drain on the power cell causing the energy levels to reach critical levels within four hours of non strenuous work,” Alright. If the new servos are going to over draw on the energy cells then let’s go ahead and work on that. “Let’s get this thing off and get those new servos on there. I barely keep up on the field as it is and I don’t need anything else slowing me down more than I already am.” Gage watches as the arms work their magic, disassembling the suit around him and reassembling it on the table, pieced together so that it appears as if it had never been put on. “While you are at it, throw the armor plating on there with my maneuvering jets from my combat suit.”

“Yes sir, any I am sensing some hot spots where you skin was in contact with the silicone. Would you like me to add in a temperature monitoring system?” Gage stops and thinks about it a moment before deciding that it was probably a good idea. “Yeah, do that and add in an air filtration system into the head piece, just use whatever you can find on the militaries most recent designs.” Gage stretches, the suit was also a bit