Enclave Remnants Armor Novels & Stories

Designed by Arthur Vance to look like a standard corporate reclamation transport, the vehicle was reinforced with military-grade ballistic plating and equipped with a localized active-stealth cloak. ​Vivian adjusted the collar of her sleek, charcoal-gray logistics uniform. It was a flawless replica of a high-tier Kane Group executive outfit, complete with the gold-threaded lapel pins that signified uninhibited trade clearance. At her hip sat her compact, suppressed sidearm, hidden beneath the folds of the tailored fabric.

Just glass optics, iron mechanics, and his own eye. "Five contacts," Ren called out, his voice steady despite the adrenaline flooding his system. "Armored Personnel Carriers. 'Rhino' class. Six wheels, reinforced plating, lead-lined against radiation." "That's the Blackwatch," Rook said, stepping up beside him. The old medic racked the slide of a combat shotgun, the sound echoing loudly in the bridge. He looked like a grim specter in his patchwork hazmat gear. "The Ministry's iron fist. They don't use AI targeting because AI can be hacked. They use eyes and fingers. You can't hack a man with a rifle, Ren."

It can also resist a lot of heavy fire from any opposition. When it is activates, it would surround the user with a faint blue energy shield. The exotic armor is not like the normal conventional armor, as it is more energy-powered gear. When it is paired with a camouflage device, the blue glow is hidden from sight. The low-grade armor he chosen can withstand any firepower from the 21st century weaponry for hours or days. It can also withstand firepower from weapons of this century. The armor is like a second life to the knights.

Neither Mom nor Dad spared me a backward glance. From that day onward, I learned to stand on my own two feet. I had to take care of myself. I was only six years old when I faced the loneliness, the danger, and the helplessness of life on my own. I forced myself to be strong and resilient. I forced myself to be independent. I made sure to build a tough armor around myself to protect myself from harm. My armor was close to perfect during my childhood and teenage years. However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor.

Ones they had never seen before. They wore armor. Real armor. Not scrap-metal bullshit or stitched-up rags. Bulletproof vests, plated shoulders, boots laced with spikes and tied tight like soldiers. Their eyes glowed green—not like normal rogues. Not even feral. Enhanced. “What the actual fuck...” Eric muttered, rising slowly. Renox’s gunfire paused for just a moment as he caught sight of them. The Alpha’s jaw tightened, and he signaled to his Beta. “Rina. We’ve got company. Level 2. Switch to armor-piercing.”

“These things have probably been in Standby mode, buried deep in the jungle. And they don't like us here they are.’ I used the cutter to cut the armor at the Phalanx. From Inside I pulled a small, rectangular data core. He was ice-cold and wore strange, engraved runes. I went to our tent and connected the core to the diagnostic terminal I had had been assembled from parts of the steel coils. The screen flickered and spit out a dense wall of cipher code. “I can’t decrypt it,” I muttered frustrated and tapped the glass. ‘It

“That’s right! The Willbreaker is of utmost importance to our clan. We mustn’t touch it at all.” Simultaneously, other high-ranking executives also raised their hands and stated, “It’s not only the Iron family’s Cooter Armor that can withstand the hellish lava. What about the Preitium Armor that was crafted by the forging family under us? That armor can resist the erosion of hellish lava too. If that is the case, why should we take the risk of trading the Willbreaker away?” “It’s true that the Preitium Armor may be able to block out the hellish lava, but it isn’t completely safe, whereas the Cooter Armor is guaranteed to protect the user from the lava,” Carwyn continued.

His polished bronze armor caught the setting sun, high collared chainmail to protect his neck in combat, patterned in the likeness of coral beads, bronze breastplate patterned in feather carvings flowed down to his knees and parted at the thighs, held at the waist with a leather belt made from leopard skin, with feet protected only by a pair of cowhide sandals, arms bared except a gold band hung around an arm inlaid with gourd charms and cowries, and the quadrangular warrior bell, Egogo around the other. A wristlet made of bronze, with chain clasps to link the Eben to his sword hand in combat, thus the saying ‘’Eben is soul, only in three ways can you take it from an Eben wielder, willingly

And before that, he’d have to repair his armor. “Restituere” He placed his palm on the broken part of his armor and spoke the lease that was literally just a cheat all spiritualists had. The space in his armor gradually filled up. But he wasn’t satisfied with it. “Augendae armis” He cast an enhancement lease on his armor, strengthening his protection by twenty five percent. It was only then that he was somewhat satisfied. He then activated two glows- Takeover and Absolute Darkness. Now he was ready.

"It will be just a minute or two." I frowned in annoyance. How weak did they think I am? Curse or no curse, I couldn't be defeated so easily. Have they forgotten that I was The Invincible alpha, The Undefeated. Although I really doubted my survival as I wasn't half as strong as I had once been, I knew it wouldn't be a piece of cake for them. "Yeah, a minute or two," I repeated, picking up a fallen light stand and breaking it into two.