Rescue Armor Iron Man Novels & Stories

Leo (Tank) roared, his voice carrying over the ringing in everyone's ears. The giant man stepped forward, clad in the matte-black "Juggernaut" heavy assault armor they had looted from the Mobile Command Center. The armor made him look like a walking monolith. He reached out and snatched the smoking rifle from the hands of a trembling Ironhead ganger who looked barely out of his teens.

Laura unwrapped the bundle and gasped. Inside was the most beautiful armor she'd ever seen. Deep crimson leather reinforced with silver plates. The chest piece was molded to fit a woman's body perfectly. Intricate designs covered every surface. "It's incredible," she breathed. "Made by the best craftsmen in my pack," Lucian said. "Lightweight but strong. It will protect you in battle." Laura ran her fingers over the smooth leather. It felt like liquid under her touch. "Try it on," Dante urged. Laura looked around. "Here?"

Once Rex could see once more, he was standing back in the room with Rector still watching him intently, looking over to where his hand was resting, there was now the golden chest piece sitting over the mannikin, the same one he saw earlier. “I see Vertile has allowed you access to the armour for now” Rector smiled. “She said you had the armour before me,” Rex said, looking at the size of the chest piece, “It seems a little big for me though.” “Yes, Vertile allowed me to don the armour during the Bhutan uprising and the blood war, I fear now she would reject me as its wearer, so I had hoped she would protect you during this battle, she has saved me from death once and I had hoped, should the

“But… what kind of surgery are you about to have?” “It’s a little hard to explain. You know Colonel Rhodey in the Avengers, right?” “The other Iron Man? Oh, what was his name again?” “Yes. War Machine. You remember when he got injured in Civil War?” Kate’s eyes light up. “Oh right! After that, he was wearing those high-tech leg braces designed by Tony Stark.” “Exactly. Except I won’t have any leg or arm braces. It’ll still be me. My own limbs, the bones inside my skin etc.”

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.

Nevan’s voice was a low, jagged rasp. He was standing at the bunker’s heavy blast door. He wasn't wearing his tactical suit anymore; he was wearing the remains of the Syndicate’s experimental armor we had scavenged from the Kremlin’s vaults. It was designed to repel kinetic energy, but against what was coming, it felt like wearing paper. He held a pulse-claymore in his hands, the blade vibrating with a frequency that made the air around him blur.

Warmonger Chassis Type 13 [A] - Primal Machinations “Planetcracker” Omniresonant Greathammer [S] - Primal Machinations “Primdahl” Round Shield [A] - Mechanica Dharma “Retribution” Mass Driver Pistol [A] — Each of them were installed with the hyperionization submodules that Raijin had put together, which helped protect their armor and shields from Imperial disintegrators. And so they easily raised their shields in front of them, and happily shrugged off any incoming fire from the ships they charged towards.

It sat squarely atop the woman's body and stared at him expectantly. "Meow." Cyrus smiled and retrieved several cans of tuna from his pocket dimension. Buttercup sliced them open with practiced claws and began to eat. The transformation had clearly drained it. Cyrus turned to the bodies. The man was massive, encased in thick white armor. A crescent-shaped bite had torn through it. The material had not completely failed. It was special-issue gear, likely military and valuable. Cyrus would take it back for study. Unfortunately, it was crushed.

He gestured to a pair of mannequins at the center of the room, each adorned with intricate suits of armor. Lyra’s armor was a masterpiece, a combination of sleek silver and deep blue. The breastplate was etched with subtle wolf motifs, a nod to her Lycan heritage, and accented with shimmering gemstones that glowed faintly with protective enchantments. The design allowed for flexibility, ensuring that she could move with the grace and speed her wolf demanded.

But now he was an armored titan. Mane was clad fully in a sea blue armor that complemented his eyes well. The helmet of the armor covered his entire face, exposing only his deep blue eyes. The armor looked strong and powerful, and was complete with a sword. The sword was no simple blade. For it sparkled with lightning and rang out with thunder. It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was.