3d Manoeuvre Gear Novels & Stories

Air Maneuver Gear was made especially for airdrop, as when used as a replacement for Parachute, it provides a safe landing as the wing enable it's user to fully control their movement in the air, also if the user uses only to control their flight on their drop the device won't take much of the mana that it's usually used when it was used to fly away from the ground. The sight of Aeternum soldier that drop from the Airship was simply looked like hundreds of angel falls from the skies. As Major Juliet was nearing the landing point, she immediately wears her night goggle, on the ground Platoon C and D were already waiting for her. When she touched down and retracted her wings, she gave the sign

she replied. “Great. Then let’s start with maneuver number five and go from there… And, er, for those who couldn’t pay attention in the lectures, that’s a barrel roll into a defensive spiral into a guns defense, three times. We’ll use this as a basis for the cycle’s measurements.” Just as the four pilots flew to their respective starting zones, Merlin reached into his flightsuit and pulled out a small handheld device. It wasn’t anything fancy - just a thin cylinder with a button on top of it.

“Done. Move.” We took the freight lift down two levels to the maintenance garage. Dax and two panthers were there with a truck and a set of crates. He opened the first crate and showed us what he had packed: chalk rolls, ward tags, twelve field tiles, four repeater nodes, a narrow-band jammer, two light towers, a manual pump, first-aid pouches, and a coil of rope. “Everything labeled,” Keiral said. It was not a question. Dax shot her a look that said he knew better than to bring unlabeled gear into a room she ran.

Maya yelled back, reloading with practiced economy. From behind the armored hull of the carrier, four heavily armored operatives spilled out into the clearing, their tactical visors gleaming under the harsh headlights. They moved with terrifying synchronization, spreading out in a flanking maneuver designed to trap the cabin in a crossfire. They wore no pack insignia, no traditional crests of the southern lords—only the blank, matte-black armor of corporate deniable assets.

Not when Skyr hasn't told the squad yet. We finally made it to the shop that sells gears. Numerous uniforms, boots, gloves, bags, and equipment line the walls and stalls. No one was here except for a middle aged shopkeeper and a few small drones that served as a CCTV. One stall caught my sight. It was lined with numerous combat gloves with thick padding on the palm and knuckles. I nudged Rachel and pointed at the aisle. “Over there.” I told her.

"Thirty of you, arm yourselves and get ready to subdue the thieves on the third floor. Pierre will lead you, and failure is unacceptable. The rest, come with me to secure our vehicles." The thirty Royal Guards, clad in tactical suits with masked hoods, moved with disciplined precision. They split into two groups, one advancing towards the front door and the other circling to the back. Their vice leader, a figure of authority and strategy, issued the final orders: "They're on the third floor. Approach with caution. We'll corner them and take them all."

Once he closed the air seal he tried moving around but the bulky suit prevents him. Trevor: DIANA, I can't move in this. DIANA: have you already equipped your space gear? Trevor: I am wearing the suit! Boots and gloves included. DIANA: Locate the horse shoe shaped yolk like device, this is the Space Gear. This will complete the seal on the neck area. Wear it. Trevor found the device. It looks like a very complicated computer compacted to this size. He quickly wears it. Trevor: It's on now. What next?

These were only the first four, the drone had sighted at least twelve. “H-6 to your front!” Frank’s warnings comes in just in time, as a squad of armed guards barge into the room in a disturbingly calculated tactical maneuver, clearing corners and their weapons directed at the Arbiters. H-6’s visor gave him the stats before his eyes could even process them; just like the earlier catch, they carried pulse fire SMG’s meant to disintegrate upon impact, perfect for use in areas surrounded with extremely volatile substances, and combat body armor ideal for close quarters.

I tilted my head. Manor rolls up the right sleeve of his uniform and flexes the muscle as soon as he does a dim blue light that appears on his arm in the form of words. " Version 4. 1 The perfect product if you're in need of secretly gathering information and stealing items. With extraordinary swordplay skills to keep you safe, along with charming skills to charm anyone out of anything, he's also programmed to recite a poem every now and then to keep him mysterious and out of this world dreamboat.

i muttered in amazement. “It’s also bulletproof, heatproof, and connected to your soul,” she replied. “If you die, it goes dark.” I slipped it into my pocket, swallowing hard. Nova leaned close, whispering, “It also shows you everyone’s status who’s alive, who’s gone, who’s close to losing it. Creepy as hell, right?” I nodded slowly. Then the woman handed me something else a sleek, metallic band that looked like a bracelet. “Your neural gear. It syncs with your brain’s reflexes. Enhances strength, reaction time, and sensory input as you attain new level it also levels up.”