Armored Vault 13 Jumpsuit Novels & Stories

Defiance V Third Person’s POV The morning of the third day since Samel and the others formed their plan to attack the palace of the Artemia Kingdom is cloudy with a chance of rain. Asha got up before dawn and put on her outer robe before going out of her resting tent. All of the soldiers of General Markus’ main troops are all up and ready in their neat full leather armor that will be more flexible to wear than the metal armor. They need to traverse the unknown state of terrain in the underground route, and it is better to wear a comfortable and flexible armor for them to react at any sudden change in their surroundings.

“This should help protect you from that awful device.” Arnold holds the vest in his hands, looking down at it with a combination of revulsion and awe. “This is another thing that ought to have never been created. A moon rabbit pelt is a sacred thing, not to be bartered away or sliced up for parts.” “We can destroy it once this is all over,” I promise him. “For now, just use it to stay safe.” Arnold sighs, setting the armor down. “Come back in about an hour,” he tells me. “Knock three times, so I know that it’s you.”

Then again, I shouldn’t be surprised since everything in the VR world was surreal. What confused me was that the armor hadn’t been listed in the designs. His armor was very fitting for him. There was a bit of a bad-boy charm, while still retaining his mature disposition. Although he wasn’t wearing a suit, in a sense, his new attire could be considered a suit of a sort. Luka was dressed in all black, with a few silver accents over various parts of his outfit. It consisted of a black trench coat, made of soft leather. The front collar of the coat folded back, with a silver and black design of a wolf on both flaps.

The gunshot memories from last night makes my breath heavy, and the sight of one fearless man fighting against a group of gangsters replays in my mind. What if he wasn't there to protect me? My chest heaves as fear engulf me all over again. But I'm safe now. He saved me once again. Patrick stands up, still dressed in his neat white suit with a black unbuttoned shirt, his hairy chest half-exposed in a senseless yet eye-catching design, and perhaps the twenty-years-old me would be enthralled to just jump on him and rip his shirt off. Not anymore.

Nahlela Today is the first day I was meeting up with Mr “sex on heels” so I have to dress to make a statement. I was going to a football field so I definitely had to dress in a sporty outfit and going to the office and then passing home to change would be a waste of time. I thought of putting on the Chelsea Jersey I used as my sports attire when I was in the university, but it was too obvious. I thought of putting on my pink tied together sweatpants with its matching no sweat crop top but decided against it. After trying different outfits, I settled for my puma classics black and pink tracksuit with black and white vans.

It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was. This was Deus Armis – the Armor of the Gods. It was a powerful King Lease that allowed one to be clad in the forces of chaos. It was one of the ultimate sources of protection. This Lease manipulated the area around to produce a set of protective gear and an offensive weapon of your choosing. Today, Mane chose a sword. Maybe tomorrow he will choose a hammer. The platform here was the raw material manipulated by the Lease in this scenario. And even more amazing was that the Lease maintained the armor’s connection to the platform, which meant that even if it was breached it would be repaired, just like the platform

I walked into the kitchen, my body still heavy with the remnants of my short sleep, to find a sleek, black garment bag waiting on the counter. Next to it was a small, white tablet with a note: Tactical Attire. Wear this for the final, live-simulation drill. - P. I opened the bag. The fabric was a heavy, jet-black silk, sharp, structured, and unapologetically lethal. It wasn't a dress. It was an armor—a gown with a high, razor-sharp neckline, long sleeves that tapered into points at the wrist, and a skirt that split just enough to hint at the danger beneath.

she demanded. “Tell me who you are,” Rex said in a threatening tone as he backed up a few feet. Now that he thought about it, her clothes weren’t common clothes worn by humans who’d survived the apocalypse and were struggling to survive. They also weren’t anything like the clothes he’d seen on Baelil and his people. She wore a one piece jumpsuit that was made from a fabric that looked almost like rubber and her hair was held away from her face with a band that looked to be made of copper covering most of her forehead. He hastily raised his bow and loaded an arrow into it.

On his armor’s right breast was the logo of the de Jardins, which was a woman in robes leading an unseen charge while wielding a shield in one hand, and a long open scroll in the other. He came to a stop next to them, waved hello, then urged them to get on board. As the Ravens climbed on, they realized that the gravity pad was much larger than it looked. It was certainly enough to hold all of them. Along with two heavily armed and armored soldiers to boot. “Don’t mind them,” said Max. “They’re just my, uh, assigned House Guards. Anyway, it’s great to see you all! Looks like you got a few new members, too, huh?”

"Why the heck do you keep calling me boss? Stop that." "Boss, you saved me earlier, I am just trying to respectful." Vance replied, "Also, you haven't told me your name, boss. I also don't think I have seen you before." "..." The armored man abruptly paused and didn't say anything. "Boss, I understand if you don't want to tell me your name... and if you don't like it, I can call you something else. Even an alias is fine." This armored-man was no-one else but Creed wearing his armor type Soul Armas: 'Slither-Hide' that he got from killing the 'Shuma Slither'.