Skel Suit Novels & Stories

Freshly cleaned and in tight-fitting black kinetic suits of the Old World dressed – which we had found in the lockers of the station – we returned to the great Command Center back. The suit spanned over Kaels's massive muscles and made him look more than ever like a war god. The wild, black hair fell it now clean and slightly wavy in the neck. He approached the big holographic table. His hands suffered instinctively over the glass consoles, as if its muscles remember handles that are

That's why the woman who steered the space sled out of the lock looked human in spite of the fact that no mere biological body could have survived hard vacuum without the benefit of space armor. Even more incongruous was the fact that she was dressed in a one piece shipsuit, wore a ball cap with the Doug Douglas logo emblazoned across the front, and stood only five feet, five inches tall. Nothing like the hulking Trooper IIs and IIIs that the Legion favored.

They moved towards the end of the hallway where the suits were kept. “Chris and Evan,” Jackson called, “I haven’t installed the M.W.S.S devices on your suits yet.” The M.W.S.S was more than just the sheathes and sword. It contained a full body harness with the metal plates on the legs where the unit would go. Jackson assisted Evan in finding the right size suit for him, along with equipping the devices. “You know. Watching you guys get ready is kind of make me jealous that I didn’t volunteer,” Francis said.

The suit seems to be made of some kind of synthetic material that almost shimmers in the light, giving her an almost ethereal quality. The bodysuit is designed to move with her, allowing her to be both agile and deadly in her movements. It has a high neckline that goes all the way up to her chin, leaving only her face and hands exposed. I can see that she's also wearing a pair of black combat boots that come up to just below her knees. The boots look like they're made of some kind of heavy-duty leather, and they have thick soles that seem to be designed for both traction and durability.

He didn't look at my face; he looked at the red lines on my back with a satisfied smile. "Sit up, Elena," he commanded. I pushed myself up, my muscles screaming. I sat on my heels, my head bowed. Silas opened the bag and pulled out a garment made of thin, black latex. It was a one-piece suit, but it had no bottom. It was designed to leave me completely open. "This is your uniform for the afternoon," Silas said. "Put it on. Now."

"Sorry." I moved my hand, brushing it in my shorts. She just stared at me, but it did not last long because I started looking for my clothes. We agreed on a tight black training suit - top and bottom. Two purple stripes crossed from my right pocket diagonally on my right leg to my left leg's ankle. The same lines were on my chest and belly when I zipped up, which I would do if we stayed late and got cold. Shielding myself behind the wardrobe's door, I quickly put on a dark blue sleeveless top, new sneakers, in tone with it, were the last clothing we had planned on.

High above, on the rooftop of a towering building, Isaac stood concealed in the shadows, a silhouette against the city lights. Dressed in a meticulously tailored three-piece black suit, Isaac blended seamlessly with the urban backdrop. The suit, though refined, bore the subtle creases of countless missions, a testament to the life he led. The jacket hugged his frame, hinting at a well-maintained physique, while the pressed trousers elegantly met polished black leather shoes that barely made a sound on the concrete surface.

Julian strode into the conference room, dressed in a tailored suit and polished leather shoes that struck sharply against the floor. The room fell silent in an instant. The secretary hurried to pull out a chair for him, but Julian didn't sit. Instead, he walked straight up to me, his tone cutting and cold. "Skye, stop fearmongering. Acting self-important only makes me despise you more." I froze for a moment. I had thought his earlier "enough" was aimed at his assistant—but now I realized it had been meant for me.

Skye was 18 years old and blossoming into a lady at least as smart and beautiful as her mother but she didn't realize it. Skye was 5'2 and weighed 100lbs. She had long strawberry blonde hair cut to look like her mother's and she had violet eyes. She was an athlete at school, a member of the varsity soccer team and her body reflected her training. She was thin and taut. Her legs and buttocks were muscular and she had a flat stomach. Her hips were a big wider and more sensual than her mothers and her breasts were of comparable size, she wore a 30B bra. Her skin was very white, a bit pale as she was unable to tan like her mother. She often wore cloth shorts and tank tops befitting a high school