Rescue Armor Iron Man Novels & Stories

As I placed my hand on the cold body of the silver, a memory came to me. I had another fight with my sisters. My brothers didn’t even care to look. I dragged Snuggles and thumped to the floor. It was a hard fall on the butt. I wasn’t brave enough to stand up. Miss Rica was nowhere to be seen. I sighed and raised my head to the thing in my front. It was armor. I see plenty of these everyday but… this one made me smile. The red feather that was meant to be on his helmet was titled. I wanted to help the poor thing get up.

of "Hardened-Will." Elen, directing the efforts from her "Foundry-Core," ordered the construction of the Great-Armor-Plates. These were not energy shields or conceptual barriers; they were literal "Slabs of Neutron-Iron" and "Pressed-Soot," kilometers thick, designed to "Skin" the Multiverse. The Guilds and the Secessionists worked in a "Desperate-Synchronicity," using "Resonance-Welding" to fuse the plates together. They were building a "Cosmic-Chassis"—a structure that would ensure no "Siphon" could ever latch onto their "Will-Stream" again.

But this wasn’t just a dress, It was armor disguised as fashion. It was a floor-length gown made of thousands of tiny, shimmering gold scales. It looked like liquid metal. It was backless, with a halter neck that plunged dangerously low. It was beautiful, extravagant, and incredibly heavy. "Chainmail," I whispered, reaching out to touch the cold fabric. "Gold mesh," Nico corrected. "Lined with Kevlar, It won’t stop a rifle round, but it will stop a knife and a small caliber bullet." He reached back into the bag and pulled out a mask.

Which seems to pissed her off even more, As I apologize she grab the shard and kicked my shin with her high heel boots. "Is there anything good sir?..". (Mina) Seeing Elijah leave, Mina come closer. "well nothing much..just skill shards and this piece of Armour..Hey, Bar come here!..could you look at this?". I hand over the Rusted iron armour to Bar for him to inspect. I knew this armour has a magical enchantment place on it, since Bar was the expert on this, he should have a look at it. "Wow, Dwarven armour sure is amazing..though it almost totaled, the most important piece was still here….Sir, I believe this is a rare armour enchantment..it's High rank [Fire Resistant]..". (Bar)

"I like it." "And for you, my super-friend?" Ivan asked Sebastian. Sebastian walked past the assault rifles. He stopped in front of a glass case. Inside was a suit. Not Iron Man armor. But something tactical. Sleek. Matte black plates over a Kevlar weave. A helmet with a HUD (Heads-Up Display). "The Ratnik-3 Prototype," Ivan whistled. "Exoskeleton support. Ceramic plating. Thermal vision. It was too expensive for the Russian army."

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.

"You need to see this right now!" I froze, my fingers hovering over the pen. "What happened?" "The Zurich central vault" the constable stammered, holding the tablet out toward me. "An emergency override code was just entered using your private biometric signature fifty million dollars in physical bullion has just been moved out of the Vance master reserve." Jarrah’s immaculate calm instantly shattered. His eyes widened in genuine, utter horror as he stared at the flashing red screen on the tablet. "That's impossible," Jarrah breathed, his voice barely a sound. "She didn't have the vault keys"

It was impenetrable. In the master suite of the bunker, Zara stood in front of a full-length mirror. She wasn't wearing her usual corporate blazers. She was wearing a gown designed for a shadow-cartel masquerade. It was a masterpiece of midnight-black velvet, clinging perfectly to her curves, with a plunging neckline and a dramatic slit up the thigh. Hidden seamlessly within the lining of the velvet was a layer of carbon-nanotube armor, capable of stopping a high-caliber bullet.

but it was close. ​Maya donned the Aegis-Gold suit, which generated a localized "Plasma-Shield." Kaelen took the Iron-Anchor rig, a massive exoskeleton that magnified his strength tenfold. Ren became the Signal-Ghost, his suit designed to jam the Lunar frequencies that had once crushed his mind. ​"We’re not shifters anymore," Kaelen said, the mechanical visor sliding over his face. "We’re the 'Iron-Pack'." ​The Launch of the Icarus

"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'.